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

Yin Susu did not list all the disadvantages of being fed by others. She was really embarrassed, so she expressed her thoughts.

Ling Jinyan was obviously taken aback, and his exquisite phoenix eyes narrowed, even the snow-capped mountains of thousands of years would melt into his affectionate eyes.

"Susu, are you uncomfortable?"

Ling Jin said to avoid the serious and ignore the important, and did not directly respond to whether Yin Susu was asked to cook this bowl of porridge. Instead, he pointed to the core issue and issued a "strategy" to her.

He knew very well that drinking porridge was only a superficial problem, and the most essential thing was herself—would she feel uncomfortable staying with him?

"Ah? Ah!"

"will not."

Yin Susu swallowed her saliva and lied against her conscience.

Her reaction said it all.

Ling Jinyan understood clearly, but at the same time he was full of confidence in the future of him and Yin Susu.

"If not, let me feed you."

Did he enjoy being enslaved?

Yin Susu raised her eyes slightly, just in time to meet Ling Jinyan's smiling eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and then she quickly lowered her eyes.

Is there anything to be happy about?

Why is he smiling like a peach blossom?

She was secretly sad.

Since someone insisted on insisting, Yin Susu did not shirk, and continued to enjoy the taste of being fed.

Putting aside the psychological burden, it is simply not too refreshing to open your mouth when you have a meal.

……

"I want to eat that longan."

Yin Susu raised her hand emotionally, pointing to the round longan meat in the center of the bowl.

"What do you mean by not giving me that longan?"

She stared at Ling Jinyan with a charming face, and saw that his spoon had been scratching the edge of the bowl, and he had been lingering at reaching the porridge in the middle, so she couldn't help it.

"I thought you wouldn't like it, so I didn't..."

A light flashed across Ling Jinyan's eyes, and he was surprised by Yin Susu's reaction at this moment.

He thought...

Indeed he thought.

The iconic arc of his mouth reappeared, hooked his lips, and then smiled.

"You didn't even ask me, how do you know I don't like to eat?"

"I just love to eat fat and tender longan."

The eight-treasure porridge specially provided by the hotel in the morning has a unique sweetness, and Yin Susu couldn't help appetizing as she ate it.

"Is there only eight-treasure porridge?" She asked tentatively, personally thinking it shouldn't be, "Didn't you order anything else?"

Seeing her ability to beat her up, Ling Jinyan flicked her head lightly angrily, and replied dotingly: "Didn't you refuse all of them?"

Her memory is probably not as good as Yu's seven-second memory.

She completely forgot that he had asked for her opinion, she was indifferent at that time, and she just replied 'nothing' indifferently.

A wave of guilty conscience seeped into Yin Susu's heart from the soles of his feet.

It seems that there is such a thing.

Yin Susu's face was embarrassed, and she said like a fool: "Then I don't know? I was so sleepy at the time, will you give it?"

"I'll get you something else after you finish your porridge."

Ling Jinyan sighed helplessly, picked up the spoon, and continued to feed her porridge.

"Ling Jinyan, you are so kind!"

Yin Susu swallowed, feeling sincerely.

He was really patient, not only accompanied her, tolerated her, but also pampered her willingly.

She could actually feel that she was loved by him.

"fool!"

The corners of Ling Jinyan's lips curled up, and he smiled charmingly.

"You can be nice to me too."

With an expression of interest on his face, he raised Yin Susu's chin, gave him an affectionate kiss, and then teased, "On the bed".