Deliberate favoritism, the cold-faced president surrenders obediently

Li Yanxiu is such a sultry man! He pretends to be serious on the surface, but he says such things in private!

Just hypocritical!

Lin Qian was angry and embarrassed. She quickly stood up from the stool, turned around, covered Li Yanxiu's mouth, frowned, and pretended to be angry, "Okay, stop talking!"

Seeing the shy look on the woman's face, Li Yanxiu couldn't help but tease her to breathe on her hand.

The warm breath sprayed on her palm, making it itchy. The woman quickly pulled her hand away, feeling so shy that even her earlobes turned red.

The woman lowered her head, no longer looking into the man's eyes, and changed the subject, "Eat, eat quickly, the food is getting cold."

These words were coquettish and complaining, with a hint of feminine temptation, which put the man in a good mood.

Li Yanxiu kissed her on the face and said lovingly, "Okay, let's eat."

Lin Qian reached out and served Li Yanxiu a bowl of chicken soup. “Try this soup, it’s very nourishing and fresh.”

Li Yanxiu nodded and picked up the spoon to drink a spoonful.

At this time, Aunt Li brought out the cooked dishes from the kitchen. Seeing the man drinking the soup, she smiled and explained, "This is what Miss Lin specifically asked me to cook. She cooked it for an entire afternoon. She really cares about you."

Lin Qian waved her hands quickly, somewhat shyly refusing to admit, "No, I just want to drink."

The man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, not wanting to expose her proud little thoughts.

But thinking of the woman's attentiveness, I unconsciously drank a few more sips of soup.

A bowl of soup is bottomed out.

Lin Qian glanced at the soup bowl, and when she saw that there was no more soup in it, she refilled it for him.

Li Yanxiu glanced at the soup and frowned.

The woman looked at him expectantly. No man would be willing to reject her feelings.

After finishing another bowl, this usually very gentle man couldn't help but burp loudly.

Hmm! Another empty bowl.

Lin Qian was a little excited, as this was something she really liked.

Lin Qian thought he liked it, so she quickly gave him another bowl.

Li Yanxiu, "..."

The man looked at the bowl of soup, raised his head and called her, "Lin Qian."

Lin Qian was looking at Li Yanxiu with her chin propped up, full of anticipation.

The man's cold and low voice came, and seemed to reveal a bit of unhappiness.

Lin Qian's hand holding the chopsticks turned slightly pale. After hesitating for a moment, she asked cautiously, "What's wrong, Yan Xiu?"

He said seriously with a slight smile on his face, "No need for such hints next time. I will continue to work hard tonight!"

The redness on Lin Qian's face that had just faded away reappeared, and her ears were whirring as if a train had passed by.

Lin Qian, “!!!”

She didn't mean that.

The man's eyes fell on her face, then he looked down at the few wolfberries floating on the soup in front of him, playing with the taste.

"I think you should not drink too much, otherwise you will be the one who suffers, ok?"

When Lin Qian heard this, her already hot face suddenly turned red like liver.

true!

rogue!

She opened her mouth and wanted to explain something, but when she looked at the wolfberries floating in the bowl, she found that nothing she could say could explain it.

"You've already given me two bowls of soup since we sat down. Is that not enough?"

Lin Qian lowered her eyes and said shyly, "I thought... you liked drinking more..."

Li Yanxiu glanced at the dishes on the table, picked up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl, and patiently coaxed her, "There are so many dishes, let's try a little bit of each."