"Brother Ziyi, what are you saying?"
Qin Qingqing feigned ignorance, looking at Mo Ziye.
In her heart, she silently prayed that Brother Ziyi wouldn’t find out, please don’t find out.
Mo Ziye’s handso face turned serious, suddenly stepping forward, grabbing Qin Qingqing’s hand that was covering her mouth, and moving it away.
Then he bowed his head.
"Brother Ziyi."
Qin Qingqing exclaid in surprise.
"You just ate Häagen-Dazs."
He sniffed, then straightened up, looking down at Qin Qingqing, who was lying and pretending to be dumb, "If you don’t admit it, I’ll call Zhang Minghui in right now."
"I..."
A hint of fear flashed across Qin Qingqing’s face; Brother Ziyi was really too formidable.
Even still able to sll it.
"Will you confess yourself, or..."
"I’ll confess myself."
Seeing him about to pull out his phone, Qin Qingqing imdiately confessed.
"..."
Mo Ziye’s face stayed solemn, lips lightly pressed.
Waiting for her confession.
Qin Qingqing bit her lip, dropped her gaze, hesitated for a few seconds before confessing, "While you were filming just now, I got really thirsty, and Brother Little Hui happened to have Häagen-Dazs. No one was eating it, so I had a little bit."
"A little bit?"
She extended her right pinky, gesturing a little bit.
Mo Ziye sneered.
He wasn’t soone who just t Qin Qingqing today.
While other girls might be foodies, she was a foodie warrior.
Qin Qingqing blinked, gestured a bit more, "Brother Ziyi, I really didn’t finish it, just half."
"Then why didn’t you finish it?"
Mo Ziye’s sneer deepened.
"I heard you’ve finished filming, afraid you’d look for , so I threw the rest away."
Qin Qingqing honestly confessed.
Actually, when she heard Mo Ziye was done filming, already removing makeup, she didn’t throw the rest of the Häagen-Dazs away decisively, but felt wasteful sha, and ate the remaining bites without any image.
"Didn’t I tell you earlier, you can’t eat cold things?"
"Ziyi, Qingqing..."
From the doorway, Zhang Minghui’s voice suddenly rang out.
Qin Qingqing frowned, ntally lanting.
Brother Little Hui, why did you co in for no reason? Now it’s all ssed up; I didn’t want to drag you into this.
Mo Ziye looked up at Zhang Minghui standing at the doorway, puzzled, "Co here."
Zhang Minghui approached them, puzzled, "What’s going on between you two, did Qingqing do sothing wrong to make you angry again?"
Qin Qingqing looked up, sending Zhang Minghui a glance saying good luck.
Zhang Minghui blinked in surprise, raised his hand to scratch his head, "Ziyi, if it’s nothing serious, I’ll go ahead, I’m on stage in two minutes."
"Did you give Qingqing Häagen-Dazs earlier?"
Mo Ziye ignored his words, asking coldly.
Zhang Minghui nodded, "Yes, Qingqing likes Häagen-Dazs, right? I brought her so, originally planned to bring you so too..."
"Did she not tell you she can’t eat cold things?"
Mo Ziye glanced coldly at Qin Qingqing, continuing to ask.
Zhang Minghui looked down at Qin Qingqing, who winked at him.
He suddenly realized, "Yes, Qingqing ntioned she can’t eat cold things, but it’s so hot, I thought a little bit wouldn’t hurt. Did Qingqing get a stomach ache?"
Mo Ziye didn’t miss Qin Qingqing’s hint to Zhang Minghui, he somberly said, "From now on, whatever you buy for her, be it food or anything, must be approved by , otherwise don’t give it to her."
"Ziyi, why?"
Zhang Minghui was really puzzled.
"No reason, she can’t eat random things, especially cold ones. If you can’t abide by this, then don’t buy her anything."
Mo Ziye was so domineering he didn’t even bother to explain.
Zhang Minghui wanted to say sothing, but the loudspeaker sounded outside, he glanced at the two of them, then turned and left.
"Brother Ziyi, today’s situation isn’t Brother Little Hui’s fault, it’s wrong of to eat the Häagen-Dazs he gave , I was wrong."
As soon as Zhang Minghui left, Qin Qingqing feared Mo Ziye would scold her, she quickly admitted her fault.
Mo Ziye’s expression changed slightly, but he only snorted coldly, ignoring her.
Qin Qingqing looked pitiful, gripping his right hand lightly shaking it, pitifully pleading, "Brother Ziyi, I was genuinely wrong, from now on without your permission, I won’t randomly eat things."
"Brother Ziyi, don’t be angry, it’s bad for your health, scold or hit instead."
"Beat , scolding makes thirsty."
As she spoke, she was about to lift his hand to hit herself.
However, Mo Ziye’s hand wasn’t under her control; seeing Mo Ziye ignoring her again, she directly reddened her eyes, releasing his hand, and raised her own hand to hit herself.
"Then I’ll just hit myself."
"You made a mistake, still so bold."
Of course, her hand didn’t land on her face, being caught by Mo Ziye.
His voice carried repressed displeasure and a hint of helpless sigh.
Seeing this, Qin Qingqing’s eyes brightened, her small face blossod into a joyful smile, "Brother Ziyi, are you no longer angry at ?"
"I can forgive you this ti, but rember, for one week you can’t eat cold things or touch cold water."
"Why one week?"
Qin Qingqing blinked, confused.
Mo Ziye frowned slightly, patiently explaining, "You’re currently on your nstrual cycle, during these days you can’t touch or eat cold things. Not just this ti, every month during these few days, it’s the sa. Can you manage that?"
"I can."
Qin Qingqing promised very swiftly.
But Mo Ziye wasn’t too optimistic about whether she could really achieve it.
He knew her better than she knew herself.
It looked like he gained another responsibility, during these few days each month not letting her eat cold things, not allowing her to touch cold water...
Even so, he couldn’t stay mad at her, couldn’t keep a stern face, her actively admitting fault softened his cold deanor slightly.
"Don’t speak so boldly, if you don’t manage it, I will punish you."
"Still gonna punish?"
Qin Qingqing was a self-aware girl, hearing she’d be punished, she smirked.
Mo Ziye raised a handso eyebrow, "Of course I’ll punish."
"Fine, but Brother Ziyi, can you hint at what the punishnt might be?" Qin Qingqing pouted, reluctant.
Yet Mo Ziye only laughed, "Haven’t decided, but it’ll be severe, so you better stick to your word."
"Brother Ziyi, my stomach hurts."
As his words fell, Qin Qingqing imdiately held her stomach, bending slightly, looking up at him.
Mo Ziye seeing she wasn’t faking, he suddenly felt tense, reaching to support her, "Does it hurt much?"
"Yeah, it really hurts."
Qin Qingqing frowned in discomfort.
Without thinking, Mo Ziye squatted down in front of her, "Climb on, I’ll carry you, let’s go to the hospital and have the doctor check."
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