Van Gogh did not look up and know that someone was looking at himself.

Seeing her eyes, he subconsciously wanted to see her, but the thought of the picture she had just guarded Lin Haolin, his chest was as stuffy as if he was blocked by something.

Csticks are still feeding in their mouths, but they do not smell.

Fear that their emotions will get out of control, let them notice something in front of their parents, keep their heads down and continue to eat.

I can only ask myself again and again, whether he is late to return... She no longer likes him, likes others...

At the thought of this possibility, the light under the eyes of the Vatican became darker and darker, and the face that had just recovered from her disease became more and more pale.

Tighten the chopsticks in your hand.

“Venvan, why don’t you just eat food?”These are the dishes you like to eat, and you have your favorite tofu, which I'll make for you.Joeyfield put a piece of tofu in Van Van Gogh's bowl, a painful way.

"You've been out for a few months, and people look around."

“...” Van Gogh saw the tofu in the bowl, his eyes glittering.

In fact, the person who likes to eat tofu is not him, it is Vanity.

She has loved tofu since she was a child.

All kinds of tofu, frying and cooking as long as it is tofu, she likes.

But she likes too many dishes, even if the parents are more eccentric daughter, but also to take care of their son, the family prepared dishes, generally according to their brothers and sisters, one half like to prepare.

Van Gogh was used to taking care of her sister and deliberately reported her menu to her liking.

Every time the dishes at home look like they are prepared according to their brothers and sisters' preferences, in fact, they are all Fanny's favorite dishes.

The same goes for tofu.

Van Gogh turned back to God, took a bite of tofu, and swallowed, "Thank you, mother."

"Say what thank you, now you go home, if you like to eat, mother every day to do it."Jo Yuanfei put a few more pieces of tofu into his bowl and smiled.

While giving his son a meal, he also gave his daughter some.

Van Gogh caught a glimpse of Vannie eating nothing, only two pieces of tofu, her eyes flashing, and taking Jo Yuanfei's words: "Good."

Joaquin is very pleased.

It is said that the bigger the son, the more he has ideas, and his parents will not be as close as he was when he was a child, and when he saw that Van Gogh was still the same as before, he liked her care, and Qiao Yuanfei was really happy.

Can't stop asking.

“Where have you been these past few months?I have heard of the Zhong family, why did you break up with the child of Rui Yi?”

With a bang, Vanity knocked down the cup of water at her hand, spilled some on her clothes, and she stood up.

"I'll change clothes."

Vanity ran away, Van Gogh saw her back, the loss in her eyes flashed, explained a few words to Qiao Yuanfei, and continued to eat.

When she changed her clothes, Vanity didn’t take long to get back to the table.

Seeing that the topic of Zhong Ruiyi had ended, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just sat down and heard Joaquin speak again.

"Venvan, you are not young, you have no fate with Rui Yi, but you always do not go home to live, do not tell Mom and Dad what happened outside, there is no personal care around you, the face is so bad... Mom watching also have to introduce you to a girlfriend, what kind of girl you like can tell your mother."

In the words, Vanity unconsciously looked at Van Gogh.

Van Gogh looked at her and slowly opened her lips: "Mom, I have someone I like."

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PS: Hello everyone, I am the manuscript, I have already felt everyone's enthusiasm yesterday, not much to say, I will first bring a small theater for everyone.

V梵�V: Mom, I have someone I like.

Your mother is not here, I am your grandmother.

Vanessa: Grandma, I have people I like.

My grandmother is old and I can’t hear her, what do you say?

Puffin: I have someone I like!

Why do I say so loudly, I can hear, roar my ears hurt, okay, know that you have someone you like, tomorrow let you break up.

The Versi: . . !

Demon: Audstination, chasing his wife to the crematorium.(The smell)