Thinking of this, Cheng Jia made a decision and decided to give it his best.

As long as she can please Mo Xiuchen, what is she going to eat some chili?

Picking up the chopsticks, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she said gently: "Xiuchen, don't be angry, I'll eat with you."

"No need to force it." Mo Xiuchen did not look at her, but ate the dishes gracefully and politely. In fact, he was not sure whether Cheng Jia could not eat spicy food. It was just that Cheng Jia had never eaten it for more than two months in Country D, and his health was not spicy food.

Today, the table of extremely spicy Sichuan cuisine he ordered was only one dish, which was not spicy.

And this dish was placed in front of him, and what he had just eaten was just now.

Cheng Jia actually wanted to say just now that he couldn't eat spicy food, and she didn't dare to eat spicy food, so it would be better to change restaurants. However, when she saw Mo Xiuchen was unhappy, she didn't dare to say it.

"You don't have to eat much, as long as you don't waste these dishes, just try some of them." Mo Xiuchen finally raised his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that she was cutting chopsticks from somewhere, he raised his handsome eyebrows lightly, simply put down the chopsticks, picked up the public chopsticks next to her, and picked up the dishes for her.

If it were normal times, Cheng Jia would be moved to tears.

But now, she looked at the dishes that Mo Xiuchen had put into the bowl for her. Before she could eat it, she was sweating on her forehead and struggled to maintain the smile on her face: "Xiuchen, you don't have to pick it up for me, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay, I'll pick up as much as you want, don't let my heart down." Mo Xiuchen smiled and was in a very happy mood.

From the moment Cheng Jia saw the table of Sichuan cuisine changing slightly, he knew that he was blocking it.

She was really afraid of spicy food, and it was not in vain that he wasted money and ordered a table of Sichuan cuisine for her.

The smile on Cheng Jia's face was still there, but it was so ugly that she smiled worse than crying. She picked up a spicy belly strand that Mo Xiuchen had placed in her plate and put it in her mouth. The smile on her face disappeared in an instant. Her fair face turned red as if she was drunk, and her eyes were full of tears.

She endured it and didn't spit it out. She swallowed the spicy belly, and the hot feeling went from her throat to her stomach.

“How is it?”

Mo Xiuchen saw her forbearance in his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth spread, lit up his handsome face. He was elegant and handsome, and he was indescribably handsome and charming.

When Cheng Jia saw him laughing, she felt that all this was worth it, so she quickly squeezed out a bright smile, "It's delicious."

"If you taste good, eat more." Mo Xiuchen continued to pick up food in the bowl in front of her. Until he filled her bowl and plate, he satisfactorily put the chopsticks and picked up the water cup in front of him to drink water.

Cheng Jia continued to eat with a bite of teeth. Every time she ate a chopstick dish, she felt that the hot feeling in her stomach increased by one point. It seemed that she was not eating a dish, but a bomb. Just when the time came, it would explode her stomach...

However, the man sitting opposite him smiled so charmingly. She had never seen him so happy. At least he had never laughed like this in the days he had been with her. Not to mention eating vegetables, even if he wanted her to die, he would be willing to do so.

"Xiuchen, when did you return to China?"

Cheng Jia thought of something and asked casually.

After eating a few chopsticks, her mouth was so numb that it was no longer conscious. When she spoke, her voice seemed to change tone.

Mo Xiuchen looked at her tears, but she looked like she was smiling hard on her face, and she felt it was ridiculous. He knew she was holding on, but he didn't feel pity for her at all. If the person in front of her was Wen Ran, Mo Xiuchen would never let her make things difficult for him like this.

Thinking of this, a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes, and he curled his smile, and his expression became indifferent between his eyebrows: "I came back yesterday."

"Yesterday? Xiuchen, did you live at home last night?"

Cheng Jia hesitated for a moment and asked again.

"Eat it, I'll tell you slowly." Mo Xiuchen's narrow eyes narrowed, and the curve of the corners of his mouth bent again. Cheng Jia was bewitched by his charming expression and continued to pick up the vegetables and feed them into his mouth.

Mo Xiuchen leaned into the chair and said lightly: "When I was dreaming a few days ago, I dreamed of a phone number. As soon as I dialed it out, the other party was a woman. Yesterday, I went to find her."

"Ahem cough cough..."

When he said that, Cheng Jia was choked and coughed violently. What she ate was spicy food. The choking made her feel like she wanted to die.

Mo Xiuchen, who was sitting opposite her, was indifferent. He neither brought her water as much as he was to Wen Ran, nor patted her on the back. He smiled happily.

Seeing Cheng Jia making a fool of himself or being in pain, Mo Xiuchen was in a particularly good mood.

Cheng Jia coughed for a long time, and when she stopped coughing, her eyes were full of tears. She looked particularly pitiful, but she was facing the wrong person and couldn't get any pity for the other party.

"Cheng Jia, why are you doing so excited?" Mo Xiuchen curled his expression when she looked up, and there was a three-point coldness between her eyebrows. He looked at her coldly, and a cold curve was raised at the corner of her mouth.

Cheng Jia's heart skipped a beat.

Her first reaction was that Mo Xiuchen remembered something, or that he had already known about the past, so he asked her out just now and ordered a full table of dishes, all for her to make her do.

This thought arose and she quickly denied it again.

It's impossible. Even if he remembers a number, even if the number is Wen Ran, even if he goes to City C to find Wen Ran, Wen Ran wouldn't be able to tell him.

Even those around her would not tell Mo Xiuchen.

And Mo Xiuchen has forgotten Wen Ran. How could he fall in love with her or feel good about her just by just one number?

"Xiuchen, you just said, do you remember a number, whose phone number is that? Have you found the person?"

Cheng Jia tried hard to hide herself. She told herself that as long as Mo Xiuchen did not think of the past, she would not have to be afraid. Therefore, she just showed joy, not panic.

Mo Xiuchen didn't say anything, but just looked at her with sharp eyes. In an instant, Cheng Jia felt a sense of oppression coming to her face, and her body stiffened.

His hand holding the chopsticks also tightened: "Xiuchen, why are you watching me like this?"

In the end, she couldn't bear the powerful oppressive aura released by Mo Xiuchen. Her voice was a little nervous.

Mo Xiuchen's eyes were deep and unchanged, and the sharpness was not reduced in half. When Cheng Jia's forbearance and resistance collapsed a little bit, he gently opened his thin lips and mocked: "Cheng Jia, you are so good at acting!"

"Xiuchen, I don't understand what you said."

Cheng Jia's heart was shocked, and her beautiful face turned pale.
Chapter completed!