The infatuated president lives up to his addiction to spoiling his wife

When Wen Jia walked into the kitchen, what he saw was Ling Jinyan busy with work, while Yin Susu was resting leisurely at the side.

Seeing this scene, she couldn't get angry, and immediately tasted it.

"Jin Yan, why are you making breakfast!"

Wen Jia pretended to be surprised, "Let grandma come, and you stay on the other side. The kitchen is important, you, a man who is engaged in business, should not enter."

"Grandma, there is no such statement."

Ling Jinyan glanced at Yin Susu's state from the corner of his eye, and seeing that her expression was the same, he calmly explained to Wen Jia: "You go to rest, I'll be fine here."

"No, no."

Wen Jiake was stubborn, "This work still needs to be done by women."

"Secretary Yin, do you have any insight?"

"Your man is so busy, don't you know how to spare a hand to help him?"

Wen Jia still called Yin Susu by the name she had from the beginning.

Although Ling Jinyan confessed the relationship between the two, Wen Jia did not forget that Yin Susu drew a clear line, claiming that the two were just a simple relationship between the boss and the secretary.

Let's face it now!

But she selectively forgot that there was also her handwriting in it.

They were all named by name, it was completely impossible for Yin Susu to pretend not to know.

"Old lady."

She called out respectfully, pretending to be innocent, "It's not that I don't help, it's that Yan always thought I was too clumsy, so he drove me aside."

"You also tasted my cooking last night. You have a general understanding of my cooking level."

"I really, really want to help Mr. Yan, but he insists."

Yin Susu opened her eyes and spoke nonsense without any fear. It was Ling Jinyan's wholehearted trust that gave her courage and confidence.

After Yin Susu mentioned this, Wen Jia remembered the experience of eating last night.

She is old and her memory is not good.

Come on, it's better not to mix Yin Susu with breakfast, she is afraid that she will have to drink two big glasses of warm water to fall asleep.

"Jin Yan! Then you should make breakfast!"

Wen Jia took a step back and compromised, "Grandma is getting old, she will faint after walking two steps, she has to lie down again."

"You make breakfast, just call me and your grandpa!"

"remember!"

Wen Jia winked at Ling Jinyan, blinked his eyes a few times, and secretly reminded that breakfast should never go through Yin Susu's hands.

Ling Jinyan couldn't hold back any of it, and laughed outright, his glistening smile made his already superior facial features even more radiant.

At the age of an old urchin, there are people she can't stand, no, it should be said that she can't stand it.

"What does your grandmother mean?"

Although the final result was in Yin Susu's hands, the process was too contemptuous!

The food she cooks is not poisonous, it's just that the color, smell and taste are not so complete.

She couldn't help mumbling.

"You still laugh at me with her."

Yin Susu wants to cry but has no tears.

Unknowingly, her balance is tilting in the direction of Ling Jinyan, she will open her heart to him, and will take the initiative to tell him when something goes wrong.

Just like at this moment, she wanted him to understand how she felt.

She really puts her heart into cooking, and despite her reluctance and inability to do it well, she tried and tried her best.

"Susu, I'm not laughing at you."

Ling Jinyan turned off the fire, and looked down at Yin Susu who was almost up to his shoulder.

"It feels good to have you by my side. I'm not alone at all."