After Marriage With A Disabled Gangster [BL] [MTL] [✔]

CHAPTER 8; PART 2

"I don't think it looks like it, and I heard that the piano is second-hand."

　"Isn't it possible? The Qin family is not short of money, how can it be possible to buy a second-hand piano?"

　The two were talking. The butler came back from the outside, and he politely gestured to them with a "please" gesture: "You two, you can go to the restaurant for dinner."

　"Ah, good, thank you."

　*

　Shen Ci returned to the bedroom with lunch and arranged the food on the table: "Qin Yi, come to eat."

　Qin Yi was still sitting by the window. He seemed to be accustomed to the pleading. He suddenly paused with such a command.

　The wheelchair came to the table silently, and Shen Ci handed him a pair of chopsticks and sat opposite him: "Eat more."

　Qin Yi seemed to be very uncomfortable with "dining with other people". He frowned, his chopsticks stiffened for a while, and then slowly began to move.

　Shen Ci couldn't help staring at him, inexplicably feeling that this man was like a cold-blooded animal that had just awakened from hibernation, maintaining his life with the lowest consumption, and finally waited until the beginning of spring, but because he stayed in a low temperature state for too long, He couldn't recover for a while, and he could only stretch his stiff body a little bit, with extra force and extra slowly.

　Qin Yi lowered his head and ate silently, never looking at the person opposite.

　Suddenly, Shen Ci's hand broke into his sight, picked up an empty bowl, and poured some chicken soup and chicken out of the casserole.

　Then the bowl of chicken soup was placed in front of him, and he heard Shen Ci say: "The cooking aunt made it specially for you, saying that your health is too poor during this period and you need to add more nutrition."

　Qin Yi frowned and didn't seem to want to drink that bowl of chicken soup very much, but under the hopeful gaze of the teenager, he still picked up the spoon, took a spoonful, and blew it to his mouth.

　The chicken soup has been skimmed from the slick oil, fresh but not greasy, he took a sip, his frowning eyebrows finally flattened, and he whispered: "Yeah."

　Seeing him drinking, Shen Ci couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Eat well, your body can recover quickly. You are not allowed to go on a hunger strike in the future. Have you heard?"

　Qin Yi raised his head, glanced at him vaguely, and said nothing.

　Shen Ci also served himself a bowl of soup and drank halfway through it. Only then did he realize afterwards-he was just ordering Qin Shao?

　As soon as this thought came out, he was instantly choked by himself, covering his mouth and coughing several times, his white cheeks flushed.

　Seeing him choking, Qin Yi frowned again, stretched out his hand to draw a piece of tissue and handed it to the other party.

　"Ah, thank you." Shen Cimang stopped his cough, took the tissue to cover the corners of his lips, and secretly raised his eyes to look at him.

　Qin Shao didn't speak, it meant acquiescence, so he ordered Qin Shao. Not only was Qin Shao not angry, he offered him a tissue?

　This person... doesn't seem to be that difficult to get along with.

　Shen Ci was a little happy, and felt that this "fiance" became more pleasing to the eye. I have to admit that Qin Yi does have a good skin that makes people unable to remove their eyes. Perhaps because of the two-day contact, the gloomy air on the other party's body faded a bit when I first saw him. Although his eyebrows are still cold, he doesn't. It's as alienated as before, and it's a lot softer.

　The only flaw in the beauty is that because the figure is sharply thin, the cheeks are slightly sunken, the chin is also a bit pointed, and the whole person appears pale and sick.

　The more Shen Ci looked at him, the more distressed he was, and he pushed the dishes toward him again: "Eat more."

　Qin Yi paused with the tip of his chopsticks and raised his head: "You don't want to eat?"

　"Ah, I eat too."

　The two of them ate separately and didn't speak any more. For some reason, Qin Yi ate very slowly, and Shen Ci put down his chopsticks for a long time before he reluctantly delivered the last bite of rice in the bowl into his mouth.

　There was half a bowl of chicken soup left, he looked at it, and he didn't seem to want to drink it anymore.

　Shen Ci originally thought that the auntie was giving him less food, and wanted to wait for him to finish eating before serving him a bowl, but only this bowl had already broken his limit, and he had to force himself very hard to finish it.

　This is what an adult man should have. He ate more than this when he was in junior high school.

　It's not unreasonable for the man to be thin like this.

　Qin Yi put down his chopsticks, put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and was about to leave. Shen Ci quickly pressed his arm and said, "Will you drink the soup?"

　Qin Yi glanced at the remaining soup in the bowl: "I can't drink it anymore."

　Shen Ci didn't believe it, he simply picked up the soup bowl, spooned the soup and handed it to the other party's lips.

　It was summer, and the chicken soup was kept for a period of time, just at the temperature that didn't burn the mouth. Qin Yi frowned when he felt the spoon on his lips.

　He didn't say rejection, and Shen Ci didn't give up. The young boy's slender wrist kept holding the spoon, until his hand was a little sore, and Qin Yi's expression finally loosened, slowly opened his mouth, and sipped the chicken soup.

　Shen Ci successfully allowed him to take the first sip, and immediately hit the iron while it was still hot. It was not until he drank all the remaining chicken soup in the bowl, and then he started to tidy up the bowl and chopsticks with satisfaction, and said: "You eat too little now, every time you If I feel I can't eat it anymore, I just eat two more bites, so that over time, I'll be able to recover my normal appetite gradually."

　Qin Yi was sitting in the wheelchair, his stiff back gradually relaxed, and his eyes closed slightly.

　No one has ever cared about how much he eats or whether he is full.

　That woman won't, and Qin Qian won't.