Luxury Marriage: Rich Family's Love

Qianxia blinked, rubbed his black hair with great sympathy and sighed, "Yan, come on, I know you can!"

"No..."

Ye Shengyan suddenly held her hand, pressed his chest, and said sadly and solemnly, "a year... Will die, thousands, I promise I won't hurt you and the baby. You can be flexible as appropriate, and at the right time, water my dry heart a little. "

"Poof..."

Listening to his description, qianxia couldn't help laughing.

It's good not to laugh. As soon as he smiled, ye Shengyan's face became more ugly.

"Yan, don't do this. Frowning will not be handsome!" Qian Xia chuckled, stroked his eyebrows with his slender fingers, and his fingertips were slightly hot, "well... At most, when my physical condition permits, I will give proper consideration to your needs. But you have to promise not to overdo it. My body can't bear it. "

His fingers slipped all the way and landed on his chest, lingering about what was written.

Night Shengyan opened his eyes slightly, immediately smiled and nodded, "OK, OK, I swear I promise."

"Well, let's believe you!"

Qianxia nodded with a smile. Her small head tilted and her eyes fell on the earlier cold spareribs porridge. She couldn't help but be moved in her heart and stretched out her fingers. "Now, feed me porridge quickly. I'm hungry!"

"Good!"

The night Saint Yan suddenly chuckled, his tender affection rippled between his eyebrows and eyes, deeply affected in his pupils, and covered with the shadow of qianxia Hui reflected in his eyes.

When he picked up the porridge, he stirred it with a spoon, picked out the bones of the ribs and soaked the meat and porridge together.

Qianxia leaned in his arms, looked straight at his focused side face, and smiled a little, "Yan, do you know you are so handsome now that I have to scream for you!"

"Huh? Then you scream! "

Ye Shengyan laughed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and tasted it. It was not hot. Then he handed it to her lips, "eat and scream. In this way, you will have the strength to shout louder, won't you?"

"Eh, how can you say anything that makes people feel obscene!"

Qianxia's beautiful eyebrow twisted, jiaochen stared at him, hesitated to stare at the spoon for a moment, and then hesitated to take a bite.

"Qianqian, how does it taste?"

Ye Shengyan looked at her nervously. It was his first time to cook. It's better not to blow too much.

Qianxia chewed carefully, and her look was indescribably complex. She swallowed a mouthful of porridge directly. She never said a word, but Xiumei twisted it gently.

In fact, seeing such a result, ye Shengyan was ready.

"Hey... I knew it. Forget it. Don't eat it. I'll ask aunt Fang to cook some more porridge for you."

Night Shengyan lowered his eyes and put down the bowl in disappointment. When he wanted to get up, qianxia in his arms suddenly hugged him. The little head rubbed carelessly on his chest, and his voice was stained with a smile. He said helplessly, "the taste is a little bad, but the feeling is full, so I can give you 9 points."

"9 points? The full score is 100, isn't it? "

The night Saint Yan slightly stagnated and looked at the spoiled little woman with doubts.

"No!"

Qianxia shook his head in a serious way, took him to sit down, picked up the porridge, ate it mouthful by mouthful, and said vaguely