Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

However, such a big living man as Jun Jisheng pestles in front of himself. Qin Sitong has no good intention of eating alone, so he asks him if he wants to have a bowl of vegetable soup, and Jun Jisheng directly returns to her, "No."

Qin Sitong ate by herself, but when she ate vegetable soup, Jun Jisheng pulled a chair at will and sat next to her, which made her a little uncomfortable.

In the middle of the night, two people sat in the restaurant, which I'm afraid she hadn't thought about before.

"How painful is your stomach?" Jun Jisheng asked abruptly.

She was short of words for a moment and didn't know what words to use to explain this physiological pain to a man. After thinking for a long time, she said, "it's probably like an excavator constantly digging."

Seeing his frown, she quickly added, "of course, in fact, I don't have that pain. It's tolerable. And after drinking the hot soup, I'm much more comfortable."

"Do you want hot soup for dysmenorrhea?" he asked again.

"Generally, it's OK to drink something hot. For example, I usually drink black sugar ginger mother tea, which can warm the palace and dispel the cold and relieve the pain. However, I just finished drinking the one at hand and haven't had time to buy it. The black sugar is sandwiched with ginger, which can be drunk as soon as the boiled water is flushed. It's very convenient. My two roommates in my bedroom also like to drink it." she said, waiting for her words to finish, I found myself talking about this topic with a man. Suddenly, she was embarrassed again, so she just buried herself in her vegetable soup.

Until he finished the soup, Jun Jisheng didn't say anything, but when Qin Sitong planned to get up and clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Jun Jisheng beat her up again.

"I haven't cleaned up yet," she whispered.

"There will be servants to clean up tomorrow." Jun Jisheng said and took Qin Sitong back to her room and put it on the bed.

"Thank you..." she said. The next moment, her body was suddenly stiff. His fingers were directly attached to her stomach. Although she was wearing clothes, she seemed to feel the heat of his palm.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

"Only a little," she said. At least the faint pain was much better than when she touched the room before.

He pondered a little, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he said, "sleep."

What do you mean by that? He didn't want her to sleep like this! But the problem is that he is standing in front of her. Where can she sleep!

But the truth is, she's asleep!

Qin Sitong didn't expect that as soon as her head was next to the pillow and closed her eyes, she fell asleep. Before going to bed, the only thought that crossed her mind was... Jun Jisheng's hand seemed quite warm.

From her even breathing, he knew she was asleep.

Today, he seemed to make an exception for her. He actually went to the kitchen to help her watch the fire, and even brought the bowl of vegetable soup to her.

Her face, though better than before, was still pale, which made him frown.

Inexplicably, he didn't like to see her weak, as if there would be some discomfort in her heart.

It seems that... He began to care about her more and more, because she is fate? Because of her life, does it matter to his life?