Spouse selection standard [wearing book]

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The restaurant is decorated in a romantic and elegant style.

Nowhere in Meng Xiyue was grace and coldness.

Xia Yu'an looked at Meng Xiyue, who was eating gracefully and gracefully

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She drank a sip of red wine and moistened her throat: "Thank you for taking me to the hospital that day." "It's easy." Xu is because she also drank red wine. The indifferent eyebrows seemed to be stained with a hint of blush, and the voice was no longer the usual indifference, with a kind of graceful softness.

Xia Yu'an couldn't help but look at the end of Meng Xiyue's eyes, which was so red that it made her hands itchy.

She didn't expect that Meng Xiyue, who was so cold as to be almost stereotyped, would actually have the flattery of her daughter's family.

Meng Xiyuequan didn't know Xia Yuanna's self-confident gaze, she just wanted to finish the meal quietly, and then go back.

"It doesn't matter anyway, thanks to you, I didn't get any harm." Thinking of this, Xia Yu'an was full of luck. If something really happened, she couldn't say she was going to kill.

Speaking of this, Xia Yu'an blushed a little. Every time she saw Meng Xiyue, she was cold-eyed. Meng Xiyue was still willing to help her. At a certain moment, she felt that she was a little bit ignorant.

My mouth was inexplicably dry, so I picked up the red wine next to me and drank a little anxiously.

Seeing Xia Yu'an poured another glass of red wine, Meng Xiyue's white cheeks were flushed, and her curled eyelashes slightly covered her misty eyes.

At a glance, Meng Xiyue knew that the other party was a little bit up.

She put down the knife and fork, and her voice was quiet: "Drink less wine."

Seeing the other person's look over, with ignorant eyes, she added so unbluntly: "It's not good for your health."

Meng Xiyue didn't want to send the drunk home at all. , Especially the premise that I dont know what the other partys wine is.

Xia Yu'an had a meal with the pouring hand, blinked, and then put the wine down obediently.

Seeing that the other party picked up the fork again and took a small bite of the steak, she subconsciously took the cutlery too.

I don't know if it was because of the urgency of drinking. I was dumbfounded and my hands were soft. I didn't cut the steak for several times, making it messy.

Meng Xiyue looked at the fragmented corner of Xia Yu'an, the other party seemed to be stricken, her hand holding the knife and fork tightened, and after a few breaths, she said, "I'll help you."

Xia Yu'an was on the other side. The more powerful action was handed over to Meng Xiyue.

The silver knife and fork make her fingers slender and white, and the joints are all beautiful in shape, as perfect as a handicraft.

Slightly drooping eyelashes cover those cold eyes, and the slightly pursed lips make her look serious and serious at the moment, and her porcelain-white face is getting more delicate and beautiful.

She stayed for a few seconds.

"Let's eat."

Xia Yu'an returned to his senses, looking at the regular cuts of steaks of similar size on the dinner plate.

"......???"

However, seeing the other person's expression flat, he didn't think much about it, and ate a small piece.