Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming were not in a hurry to ask anything, but just watched the boy sitting there quietly in a embarrassed and slightly decadent manner.

The whole person seemed to have been sucked away by something, and he completely lost his familiar, enthusiastic and lively appearance.

This made Feng Yin feel a little more worried, and he couldn't help but look at Zhang Yiming inquiring.

The latter shook his head slightly and signaled her not to worry.

Not long after, Lin brought the freshly cooked noodles, and two poached eggs were lying on it.

Ding Zhenyao was actually very hungry, but he had no appetite.

It really hit him a bit this time, so big that he doubted life.

"If you want to get a discount from others, leave my house immediately. I don't want anyone to starve to death at my house."

The boy Feng Yin did not comfort him. Instead, Yun Danfeng said this emotionless sentence.

Ding Zhenyao, who was originally lifeless, was slightly stunned and looked at Feng Yin uneasy.

Then she saw her expression lightly and her eyes looked at her coldly.

No, it should be said that she was looking at the bowl of noodles on the dining table.

The eyes seemed to say, "It's a waste to give such a good thing to someone who doesn't want to live."

Seeing Feng Yin’s potential meaning, Ding Zhenyao was stunned again.

Zhang Yiming looked at Feng Yin worriedly: "Don't be angry, if he doesn't want to eat it, let's share the noodles."

Feng Yin stood up and walked into the room, speaking casually: "It's big night, I don't want to eat so much, I can't sleep well."

"If it really doesn't work, please take it out and split it with your sons. Anyway, young people have a big appetite, so eating a few more bites is not a problem."

Zhang Yiming quickly got up and followed him: "Okay, I'll send you back to the house and ask a few kids to share the food."

The couple threw the guest in the main hall and went back to their room.

Ding Zhenyao looked at the two of them leaving: "..." No, uncle and aunt, what do you mean?

I didn’t see that people were so sad that they were so sad, why didn’t anyone comfort me?

No, I don’t want to get cheaper after being starved to death.

The boy withdrew his gaze and looked at the steaming and fragrant noodles on the dining table fiercely. He picked up chopsticks like he was looking at his enemy and stuffed them into his mouth.

Then he chewed hard, as if he wanted to bite his enemy into pieces.

The movement behind him did not escape the observation of Feng Yin and Zhang Yiming.

The couple did not close the door after entering the room, but stopped in front of the cabinet and looked at each other silently and laughed.

However, they were not in a hurry to go out to see the boy, so as not to be embarrassed by the boy who was finally willing to eat.

Feng Yin leaned into the man's ear and asked in a low voice: "You said, the Ding family wouldn't have a male man as you guessed, right?"

The warm breath squirted on his face, and Zhang Yiming felt a numb and itchy feeling coming from his ears.

The skin is slightly tight, the sweat brush is standing up, and the hot feeling begins to spread from the ears, causing an unusual blush.

Zhang Yiming felt that his face must have turned red.

He coughed unnaturally, trying to prevent himself from being too ruthless.

He also leaned into her ear and pressed his throat and replied: "Who knows this? When that kid recovers, we will know if we ask."

Feng Yin's heart was slightly aroused, and she shrank her neck uneasyly, and her old face turned red with a burning red look.

She quickly took a step back, opened the distance between her and the man, and quietly observed his expression.

When she found that the man was normal, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pretended that nothing happened: "Do you think he will tell us?"
Chapter completed!