Hunger Strike Threat

"I'm not going anyway." Meng Qingge said as she placed a half-spoonful of carrot paste next to Ji Wanzhou's mouth.

But this time, Ji Wanzhou didn't open his mouth obediently like before. Instead, he closed it tightly.

"Open your mouth. Come." Meng Qingge gently lifted the spoon in her hand. "Ah …"

Ji Wanzhou stared at Meng Qingge without saying a word.

"Meng Qingge frowned, a little puzzled. What's going on?" "Why aren't you eating?"

"You … "To be a pillar of the stage." Ji Wanzhou's thin lips slightly opened, "Otherwise … "Not eating."

So, Ji Wanzhou was threatening her. If she doesn't go back to the company to continue filming, then he won't eat?

Meng Qingge frowned. To be honest, she really didn't like this feeling of being threatened. "No, I have to take care of you at home. If you don't eat, I don't believe you will stop eating for a few days!"