Desire to love the president's ecstasy wife

His big palm penetrated into the quilt, groped her skin, and asked with a little evil: "It's so comfortable, is it tossing?"

She gave him a sideways glance, pouted and said, "You bullied me again!" Her hands under the quilt blocked his teasing.

He pulled out his hand and covered her with the quilt. "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, you go to sleep first, I'll go get something to eat." He stood up and was about to leave the bed and go downstairs.

Hearing this, she sat up and held his hand, persuading him: "Stop busy work, go to bed early, you have to work tomorrow morning." Although she was hungry, she was worried that it would affect his ability to work well tomorrow.

He smiled, looked at her flushed cheeks and full eyes, bowed his lips to enclose her delicate red lips, sucked and rubbed them vigorously, and then left with a smile: "My wife is the capital of the revolution." After finishing speaking, he stroked her cheek Hair topped, turned and walked out of the veil.

Sitting on the bed and staring at his back, she felt that tonight they were like ordinary couples, affectionate and tender, and they could also eat food made by him.

When Qiao Ye returned upstairs with two bowls of desserts, she found that she was asleep on the round bed, so she had to put down the tray and gently shake her to wake her up.

Xie Yunshu fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke her up, her head was dizzy and she just wanted to continue sleeping.But he lifted her up, lifted a bowl of food on the tray and put it in front of her eyes.

She adjusted the focus, and only then could she see clearly the bowl of crystal white fungus porridge in front of her, with lotus seeds and red dates dotted in the middle, the color was slightly yellow, and the hot air rushed towards it with a delicate fragrance.

Most of her sleepiness suddenly woke up, and she asked in surprise, "Can you still make rock sugar tremella and lotus seed soup?" This is a dessert that requires heat and patience, and he really has a knack for it.

Qiao Ye blew on her for a while, put a small spoon on it and handed it to her, and corrected: "This is called Red Lotus Stepping on the Snow."

She took a bite of tremella juice in her mouth and almost didn't come out, but the deliciousness was really reluctant to give up.With a restrained attitude, he teased: "I didn't expect you to be quite retro, with such a classical name." In fact, the essence is rock sugar, lotus seeds and white fungus soup.

Qiao Ye drank a lot of his own bowl, recalling the taste: "When I was a child, the aunt who cooked often made this dessert because my father said it was suitable for my mother."

"So you've learned it too?" She didn't dare to ask about his family, it seemed to be a very sensitive topic.

"Well, I stewed it for my mother back then, and when I grew up, I wanted to stew it for my future wife." His idea many years ago, after many years, was actually completed tonight.

"Mr. Qiao has cultivated his skills since he was a child. I am very lucky." She drank a few more spoonfuls as she spoke. Whether the two bowls taste the same depends on whether you have a preference."

He patted the top of her hair dotingly, and said helplessly, "Little girl." They are stewed in the same pot, so there is no difference.

She looked at him sideways, "Isn't it good for a little girl?" It's hard to raise a girl and a villain.

He looked at her seriously, thought for a moment and said: "Well,,, a daughter and a son are formed, if you can add a baby for me, that would be really great."

She was suddenly very shy, raised the bowl to cover her eyes and did not look at him, and said with excuses: "No, I'm not ready yet."

His big palm pulled down her wrist, looked into her eyes, and said with a smile: "We are so indulgent, maybe he will quietly sprout in your body."

After thinking about it, she felt that what he said was right. The two of them were intimate and never used any safety measures. If they did this a few times, she would definitely get pregnant.