地震时怎样保护自己

Qin Zhiyou didn’t really pay her any attention; he just looked at Lu Weixi, whose expression was as calm as ever. She only glanced at him upon his return before lowering her head to pick up her teacup.

Qin Zhiyou quickly averted his eyes and turned to his grandfather, “I’ve been busy with the demonstration district project these few days.”

In one sentence, he explained his absence from home for the past few days while showcasing his project at the same time.

The mention of the project must’ve somehow set the others aflame with jealousy; Yang Mogui even had a beaming smile across his face, “We know you’re busy, just make sure not to neglect your health. Hurry and change your clothes to have dinner.”

Qin Zhiyou responded with a nod and glanced at Lu Weixi out of the corner of his eyes. Lu Weixi sat upright throughout without sparing him a glance.

They had been apart for several days already. This ungrateful girl didn’t even bother to send a brief message. Did he do something to make her this angry?

Lu Weixi always sat next to Qin Zhiyou. When he came down to change his clothes, he seemed to have purposely angled his body toward her.

Lu Weixi frowned slightly and slid a bit to the side, only for Qin Zhiyou to scoot closer to her again. She slid to the side once more, but this time he didn’t follow.

A vein in Lu Weixi’s temple twitched. She turned to look at Qin Zhiyou, who appeared calm and was conversing with his grandfather. She couldn’t move further away without brushing against Yang Mogui.

When it was time to serve the dishes, Lu Weixi took advantage of the occasion and smacked Qin Zhiyou’s hand away. Qin Zhiyou didn’t react much except pointed out a plate of oyster omelette, saying in a muted voice, “Honey, that dish is a little too far away. Can you get me a few pieces?”

Lu Weixi was taken aback. Everyone at the table turned to look at them. The Qin family usually eats in silence and Qin Zhiyou seldom spoke. But since he asked, Lu Weixi reluctantly served him a bite despite the audience.

Since he had asked once, he wasn’t shy to ask more. “That plate of red-braised beef, serve me some. As for the soft-shell turtle soup, pour a bowl for me.”

Lu Weixi’s brows furrowed slightly. She could ignore the others, but the soup was right in front of him! How audacious of him to ask her to serve himself.

With everyone watching, she didn’t want to be the one to decline and made up her mind to serve the soup.

The corners of Qin Zhizha’s eyes turned up with a grin. “First, oysters then beef, now turtle?”

Hearing his comment, Lu Weixi paused momentarily as she served the soup.

Qin Zhiyou didn’t rush to drink the soup and merely stirred it leisurely. “Elder Brother is actually quite envious of you. I’ve been so busy lately that I can’t get six straight hours of sleep, unlike you. As I heard, you’ve met a young, rising actress and even bought her a limited edition Hermes handbag.”

“Bro, I asked you for one last time and you didn’t get it for me!” Qin Zhimei fumed. Qin Zhiyou was enjoying his soup peacefully while his siblings bickered. Ah, soup served by the wife does taste good.

However, when his hand was yet again knocked away by Lu Weixi. He narrowed his eyes. His grip around his chopstick loosened and it clattered to the floor. Before the maid could react, he bent down with an “Oh no” and picked it up himself.

PS: “Maor Zhuanzhu” was the one that won last night.