I Let the Boss A Become O

chapter 22

“I…”

Wen Qingmo looked at the string of barbecue sticking to his lips, and was rarely taken aback.

Such a close distance… As long as he opens his mouth, he can bite.

Biting the food that Lu Xi fed him.

Facing Lu Xi’s expectant gaze, Wen Qingmo felt inexplicably hot in his ears and felt uncomfortable all over. At this time, the question he was thinking about had changed from eating or not to eating with Lu Xi’s hand or eating by himself.

In the end, Wen Qingmo sighed deeply, took the barbecue in Lu Xi’s hand, glanced aside awkwardly: “Okay, I’ll try it.”

Lu Xi didn’t come and didn’t expect to be able to feed Wen Qingmo. She was very happy that Wen Qingmo accepted Amway. She nodded, opened the chair and sat down.

Then I saw Wen Qingmo put the barbecue back into the bag, went to the kitchen to get a plate, and put the skewer on the plate.

Lu Xi:?

Wen Qingmo held the iron signature of the barbecue in one hand, and held the chopsticks in the other hand, using the chopsticks to scrape the meat off from top to bottom.

Lu Xi couldn’t help laughing: “Brother, you use your mouth to make skewers, how can you use chopsticks?”

As Lu Xi said, she wanted to show Wen Qingmo the correct way to skewer. She took out a bunch of grilled mushrooms from the packaging bag, and took one bite at a time.

Really fragrant.

“You will be looked down upon if you go to the barbecue stall like this.” Lu Xi quickly finished eating the mushrooms, licked the sauce from the corner of his mouth, and said.

“I don’t go to barbecue stalls.”

Wen Qingmo was unmoved, with a serious face, and continued to use chopsticks to pick up the meat on the iron skewer, but the pieces of meat were tightly skewered, and Wen Qingmo had to use force to roll them off.

Lu Xi blinked.

She suddenly felt that Wen Qingmo’s serious face of wrestling with a bunch of barbecue… was kind of cute.

Finally, Wen Qingmo put all the meat on the plate, picked up a piece and started eating.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, Wen Qingmo suddenly frowned, and gave a soft “um”, he put down his chopsticks, raised his hand to cover his mouth, put it down again quickly, took a big sip of water from the glass next to him, and at the same time was fair His cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Very spicy?”

Seeing Wen Qingmo’s series of performances, Lu Xi said in surprise.

Wen Qingmo put down the water glass, licked her red lips, and nodded: “…I can’t eat spicy food.”

With Wen Qingmo like this, Lu Xi would suspect that what she ordered was not slightly spicy but abnormally spicy. She couldn’t help but took out a bunch, tasted it herself, and said, “It’s obviously not spicy at all, um…you are Cat tongue.”

“A cat’s tongue is afraid of hot, not spicy.”

Wen Qingmo retorted solemnly.

While talking, he picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a piece of meat and sent it to his mouth.

Lu Xi looked at it and almost laughed out loud, she quickly lowered her head to calm down the smile on the corner of her mouth, and asked calmly: “How is it, isn’t it delicious?”