Chapter 1152

The two were in a stalemate. Fatima was drinking the fragrant soup, but somehow she felt sour in her heart. Fortunately, in the Thompson family, Patriarch Thompson didn't do anything excessive to her. It was the best for her to live now. Fatima, what are you still longing for? She pursed her lips helplessly and said nothing. After a while, she finished eating and was about to pack up. Jeric stood up and walked over. "Let me do it." She put the things on the table on the short table beside, wiped the table, turned around and sat down on the sofa. She began to eat the porridge and vegetables that Fatima hadn't eaten yet. "You..." Fatima's jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She was too shocked to speak for a long time. Without raising his head, he continued to eat. Fatima knew that although Jeric was not a germaphobe, he would never eat other people's leftovers. But today.... She looked at Jeric and then looked at Dumpling on the crib. She couldn't help but sigh that Jeric re