Retching

"I'm not eating." Jun Shiyan's voice was a little hoarse and unusually sexy. Looking at her hypocritical and beautiful face, he knew what she was thinking. He smirked coldly and walked past her.

From the corner of his eye, he could clearly see the smile on the woman's lips as she walked briskly to the kitchen.

In an instant, he felt anger rising within him and coughed. He only felt a salty taste in his mouth. That's great, if she really stayed here, he would be angered to death by her one day!

Ling Sheng steamed buns and soup dumplings for her son, she placed some in a thermal container for Cheng Ye and Ji Fanchen. She also filled a large thermal container with pumpkin millet porridge and asked Xu Xi for a food container to put it in.

When Jun Shiyan went to the kitchen, he immediately saw the food box. It was transparent and he could see the food inside. His eyes flickered and the air around him seemed to distort.