Uncle Sheng Chong: The sweet wife is very sweet and not cute

Chapter 311 She Must Be Dreaming

Su Lihui had a sullen and bitter face at the dining table, but it couldn't change the facts, woo woo woo, I'm sorry for his little love, she hasn't finished her third year of high school yet.

My heart hurts as if someone had gouged out a piece of meat, but I still endured the pain, and Su Lihui kept putting the chicken wings and ribs into the little love bowl: "Make up more, eat more."

Little Love"……"

Suddenly it felt like eating a meal, why did it seem like they were all around her?
It's normal for Yun Qingrang to say this, but it's scary that her parents care so much about her, okay?

Xiao Ai put down her chopsticks suspiciously, looked up at Yun Qingrang with innocent big eyes, and pinched Yun Qingrang's thigh with her little hand.

Looking at the calm Yun Qingrang's face, Xiao Ai thought to herself: If he doesn't respond, then she must be dreaming.

Yun Qingrang helplessly took Xiao Ai's hand pinching his thigh, and gently stroked Xiao Ai's fine hair with his big palm: "It's not a dream, it's real."

"How could it be true? You don't even feel pain." Xiao Ai glared at Yun Qingrang. Could it be that her inner demon is controlling Yun Qingrang in the dream to say it's true?Because she wants her parents to love her like this in reality?

But she doesn't want it at all!

Yun Qingrang put down the chopsticks in his hand, and rarely squeezed Xiao Ai's tender cheeks a little bit harder. Seeing her face twisted and frowning, Yun Qingrang smiled even more, and let go: "Now I know it's not Dreaming?"

"Yun Qingrang." Xiao Ai was annoyed, and rubbed her face vigorously. She squeezed him out of fear of pain, so she didn't want him to tell her that this is not a dream!
Yun Qingrang picked another piece of beef, and stuffed it into Xiao Ai's mouth with chopsticks. Although Xiao Ai was angry, she still opened her mouth and ate the beef that Yun Qingrang brought to her mouth, chewing desperately like Yun Qingrang.

Yun Qingrang looked at Wang Ning who was sitting across from her and said, "Aunt Ning, did you wash the sheets?"

"En!" Wang Ning pointed to the direction of the balcony: "It's hanging outside."

"Thank you." Yun Qingrang nodded to Wang Ning.

Wang Ning took Xiao Ai's soup bowl back again, and filled her with a bowl of black chicken soup full of black-bone chicken. She shook her head and looked at Xiao Ai with pitiful eyes: "It's not hard, Xiao Ai, Make up more."

Little Love"……"

Her mother washed the sheets for them, which sheet to wash, of course, the sheet that was soiled by her.

Xiao Ai understands now, it turned out that the reason her mother was so gentle to her when she woke up one night was because she threw down her son-in-law whom she had always been optimistic about.

Xiao Ai wanted to cry immediately but had no tears, Mom, girls suffer from this kind of thing!Are you sure you don't want to educate the black-bellied man next to me?
Xiao Ai's face fell down, feeling helpless in her heart again. It turns out that the second advantage of throwing Yun Qingrang down is that she will soon become a heroine in the hearts of her parents. It is even worse than a heroine. Xiao Ai can't even drink soup five bowls.

In the end, she fell directly into Yun Qingrang's arms. Xiao Ai supported her stomach, swung her slender legs, and looked at Yun Qingrang's sharp chin: "Why do I always eat so full every time I eat?"

Look at Yun Qingrang's almost bird's stomach, you'll be full after eating two bowls, sweat... For Xiao Ai, eating two bowls is very rare.

Yun Qingrang chuckled, hugged Xiao Ai into her arms and sat up straight, making her digestible in this position. No matter how much she ate, she didn't grow any flesh, and she was still as light as a feather when held.

"Because you have someone to help rub your stomach." Yun Qingrang smiled at her, while secretly admiring her in his heart. It's better to eat more. He prefers her to eat more than eat less.

(End of this chapter)