How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1400 Little Pudding, My Husband Calls You Home 117 Fighting wits and courage with Mr. Yue...

If you don't give birth, you won't give birth. I heard that giving birth is painful, so she doesn't want to give birth to him.

Just as she was about to say a few words to save her little face, the man raised his hand to pick up a dumpling that she was holding, and handed it to her lips: "Take a bite."

what?
She looked up to see his appearance, but the man was behind her, and after looking for a long time, she could only see a beautifully curved jawline.

Forget it, I don't understand, but he told her to eat, so she can eat.

So he lowered his head and took a small bite.

As soon as I chewed it, I almost spit it out.

What, it was raw!

As soon as he stuck out his tongue, before he could spit it out, the man raised his hand to cover it.

The half of the dumpling in the other hand was eaten by himself: "You only heard that the newlyweds eat dumplings, but you didn't hear that they were eaten raw?"

pudding:"……"

Woohoo, she doesn't want to eat raw, it's not good.

Behind him, the man lowered his head, and the voice sounded like he had finished eating, low and rare soft: "Swallowed, huh?"

The pudding was wronged, the tip of his tongue curled up, he didn't chew, so he swallowed it so hard, and swallowed it alive.

The man rubbed her little head encouragingly with his big hand: "So now, are you planning to continue our wedding night, or do you want to simply sleep?"

Although he didn't say anything, Pudding saw his face clearly when he woke up, it was clearly very weak and pale.

These days, she only needs to eat, drink, sleep, and dress up to be her bride, but he is busy with work, preparing for the wedding, and fighting wits with his father-in-law...

Must be very tired.

The little head rubbed against his chest: "You are still in poor health, let's simply sleep."

"Okay." A simple word.

I don't know why, but he didn't take off his clothes, and lay down next to her, separated by a layer of quilt. Just when Pudding thought he was disgusting him, he was hugged into his arms again with one hand.

She wondered: "Aren't you coming in to sleep? It's a bit cold outside..."

The man's chin rested on the top of her head, and his voice became a little hoarse at some point: "If you want to simply sleep, that's it."

Pudding didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

But I didn't hear the man explain a word.

Forget it, this is also very good, if he doesn't come in, it's fine if she stretches out a hand.

Thinking of this, he put the sticker on him again, holding the man's thin waist with his small hands, smelling the cool and refreshing fragrance mixed with the slight coolness on his body, satisfied...

……

The maid knocked on the door after 9 o'clock, saying that she was going to school.

Pudding didn't wake up, especially when he touched the empty seat beside him, he was in a bad mood. He rolled around on the bed with the quilt in his arms, but he didn't want to get up.

Until I heard the maid's slightly surprised voice: "Huh? Where did you get the candied fruit? I don't remember giving you candied fruit last night..."

Candied fruit?

She doesn't remember that there are candied fruit in this room either!

Pudding sat up in a jerk, and looked down, and sure enough, he saw an unpacked candied fruit lying beside the bed, with different colors and shapes, and it looked delicious at first glance.

She scratched at her messy hair, blinked her eyes, and made serious nonsense: "I brought it from the presidential palace, and I was a little hungry in the middle of sleep last night, so I found it myself."

The maid was dubious, but still stared at the candied fruit: "Is that so..."

(End of this chapter)