Chapter 1214: Love Strategy 22

"Brother!" Su Li was helpless to the original owner's brother. She hurriedly said: "You misunderstood, Li Xuan and I are not in that kind of relationship!"
"Don't explain!" Fang Qinghang waved his hand very playfully, with a sad smile on his face, "Sister, brother is not such a conservative and rigid person. If you are in love with someone, just talk about it, how can you not Tell brother?"
"You really misunderstood! Ah Yun and I are really not in a relationship..." Su Li held her forehead, her face collapsed.
"Hey, sister, brother tells you that facts speak louder than words. Brother has seen it. You two came out of the same room. How can there be pure talks under the covers these days." Fang Qinghang wiped a hand. Face, sighed, "Don't worry, brother won't do the thing about hitting mandarin ducks..."
Me, day!
The collapse on Su Li's face is almost overflowing. Who can tell her why Fang Qingfei is so proud little swan, her brother is such a magical style of painting! This is a big brother, he is clearly a playmaker!
"It's alright, don't act." Su Li was helpless, with a look of vicissitudes, "Hurry up and have breakfast."
"Sister, I have already eaten." Fang Qing channeled.
"Then eat it again!" Su Li couldn't bear it anymore. She grabbed his ears and walked down the stairs. Halfway through, she turned around and greeted Li Xuan, "A Yun, don't be scared by my brother's nerves. Have breakfast."
Li Xuan nodded and walked behind. Although they played together all these years, Fang Qinghang was different from ordinary children since he was a child. He had very problematic brain circuits, and he was a great dramatist, so they stopped playing together. Counting this down, I haven't seen him for about three or four years. Now Fang Qinghang, who is in his twenties, still has so many dramas.
Su Li has three servants here, and these three are all decathlon types, especially in terms of food, one person knows one type of cuisine, which meets her food needs in many ways.
Today’s breakfast is richer than before. Chinese soy milk and fried dough sticks and buns porridge, Hong Kong-style morning tea, Western-style milk bread sandwiches...
Su Li pressed Fang Qinghang on the chair and said very gently: "Brother, eat you, eat more."
Fang Qinghang looked distressed. He was very thin and didn't have a lot of appetite. He came only after having eaten it today. He was already full. How could he eat it now? But his dear sister, has filled him with a bowl of porridge, and then intimately brushed the cheese with his most hated peanut butter, and then more intimately fed it to his mouth.
Sister's food, eat?
Of course you have to eat on your knees!
Fang Qinghang burst into tears. Under the silent pressure of his sister, he ate the two breakfasts he ordered on weekdays, and successfully ate himself into a paralyzed one, unable to get up.
"Hey--" Fang Qinghang felt aggrieved.
After breakfast, Li Xuan had left this place of right and wrong to go to the company. After the servants took out the plates and cleaned them, they disappeared. Only Fang Qinghang, who was lying on the sofa holding his stomach, was left in the hall. And Su Li, who is peeling apples with a fruit knife next to him.
Fang Qinghang's eyes were attracted by the way she was peeling an apple. Her fingers were beautiful, slender and white, and her knife skills were very good, and her skin remained unbroken until the end. But... "Sister... Brother really can't eat anymore, please let it go."
If he eats another apple, Fang Qinghang feels that he will become a crushed person, and then he will become the laughingstock of the family circle.