Sweet love marriage: Domineering president keeps teasing

Chapter 38 Oh, what a lot of strength!
Hearing the car whistle outside the gate, Rong Sheng hurried to open the door.

Seeing Feng Yiche who got out of the car first, Rong Sheng walked to the rear of the car, opened the rear door and said respectfully: "Young Master, Young Mistress, dinner is ready."

However, when Nian Shiqian held on to the car door and stretched out two scarred legs, Rong Sheng was startled: "Young Mistress, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing Rongsheng's exclamation, Uncle Liu walked over quickly and blamed in a low voice: "Rongsheng, you made a big fuss and ran into young mistress."

Rong Sheng quickly lowered his head and backed away, while Uncle Liu stepped forward to take a look, he was also quite frightened.

The young mistress was fine when she left, why did she come back with injuries all over her body?
"Young Mistress, this is..." Uncle Liu looked at Nian Shiqian with wet hair and bandaged hands and knees, feeling distressed, "How did you get hurt like this? Rongsheng, why don't you hurry up and help Young Mistress?"

As he spoke, Uncle Liu stepped forward to lift something for the reading, and supported her other hand.

Nian Shi smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's just that I accidentally fell down."

Helping Nian Shiqian to sit down in the dining room, Uncle Liu asked, "Young Mistress, don't you go and change your wet clothes first?"

Nian Shi smiled slightly: "No need, it's all done."

Saying that, Nian Shiqian rubbed her belly in embarrassment: "I'm hungry, can Uncle Liu have dinner?"

The playful way Nian Shiqian stuck out his tongue made Uncle Liu amused, and quickly asked Rongsheng to take a dry bath towel to cover Nian Shiqian, and then served the food. Uncle Liu looked at tonight's dishes and nodded in satisfaction: "Master , Young Mistress, take your time, I’m going to make some ginger soup to keep Young Mistress from the cold.”

Nian Shiqian looked at the rich dishes on the table and hurriedly said, "Don't bother Uncle Liu, I'm fine."

Before the voice of Qianqian finished reading, Uncle Liu said earnestly: "Young Mistress, although the weather is hot now, if you accidentally let the cold soak into your body, it will be troublesome if you get the root of the disease."

Uncle Liu's words sounded profound, so Qian Qian had no choice but to nod while reading: "Okay, thank you Uncle Liu."

Uncle Liu laughed: "Young Mistress, you are too polite, this is what I should do."

Uncle Liu entered the kitchen, and she and Feng Yiche were the only ones left in the dining room.

Feng Yiche didn't say a word, he ate gracefully, but his hungry belly danced slowly, and because of the thick gauze tied on his palms, it was not easy to grasp the chopsticks, so he could only look at the familiar bowls and chopsticks and didn't know what to do.

It was hard to fix the chopsticks between her fingers, and because the chair was far away, she had to stretch her arms to get it, so she leaned forward holding the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.

But at this time, the chopsticks, which were already incompatible with her, began to fail in her hands. She pointed at a bean and squeezed it between her fingers. It drew a perfect arc, and landed on Feng Yiche's chest.

Oh.

Nervously looking at the obvious dark oil stain on the chest of Feng Yiche's white shirt, he lowered his head apologetically: "I'm sorry. I will wash it off."

Feng Yiche put down the bowl and chopsticks, and walked towards her.

Nian Shiqian ducked back, looked at Feng Yiche who was walking in front of her, and grabbed the tablecloth tightly.

Was she injured, and it wasn't intentional, so he wouldn't want to take revenge on himself, would he?

But Feng Yiche walked past her lightly, just walked behind her, and picked up her chair.

"Hey." Feeling his body lighten, Nian Shiqian widened his eyes in surprise, he has so much strength!
Feng Yiche easily lifted her and the chair together, and sent them to the dining table, so she didn't have to lean forward to eat anymore.

Sitting firmly next to the table, she was slightly embarrassed when she read it, is she treating the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain?

Looking at another spoon that Feng Yiche handed over, Nian Shiqian nodded embarrassedly: "Thank you."

But after doing all this, Feng Yiche went straight to the stairs.

"Why don't you eat?" Nian Shiqian asked.

"I am full."

Feng Yiche responded lightly.

Nian Shiqian looked at his back, lowered her head depressedly.

What a weirdo.

(End of this chapter)