Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

"Give me the mixed vegetable porridge." Chi En hasn't made a decision yet. Li beijue has given an order.

"Yes."

Huo Yi took porridge to him, took more than ten chefs out, and helped them pull the door of the sick room by the way.

Li beijue sat by the bed and stirred the porridge in the next bowl with a spoon. Scooped a spoonful and fed it to her mouth.

"Open your mouth."

"I'll do it myself."

Chi En reached for it.

His hand back a hide, displeased frown, "come what come, let you open mouth to open mouth."

Is there such a bully to take care of people? Chi En en opened his mouth when he was drawing wind.

Porridge a mouth.

Her face was immediately wrinkled by the heat.

I can't swallow it, I can't vomit it!

"Not good?" Li beijue thought that the chef was not delicious. As soon as his face sank, he was about to get angry. "I'll let Huo Yi find someone to do it again!"

Chi En grabbed his hand and swallowed the gruel in his mouth. He said, "it's not bad. It's delicious."

"Yummy, your face is wrinkled?" Pretentious women lie so falsely!

“……”

"If it's not delicious, it's not delicious. Does the woman I like still need to force herself to eat something that's not delicious?" Overbearing, arrogant and unspeakable spoil!

Chi En's heart fluttered. She was afraid that if she didn't tell the truth again, Li beijue would really run to find someone to do it again. She opened her mouth and said, "it's too hot."

"What?"

She took a deep breath and raised her voice. "It's not that porridge is not delicious. I frown because porridge is too hot."

It's too hot

Li beijue never thought it would be his own reason. His cold and handsome face was black at first, then blue. There is purple in the green. Just when Chi En thought he was going to be angry. He tightened his thin lips and sat back to the bed in silence. Pick up the bowl of congee and stir it with a spoon. Although he is still taut, he still lowers his head from time to time and blows at the gruel in the bowl

Chi En watched him churn up the porridge in the bowl, and the assorted vegetables were crushed into a ball by his rough and excessive churning. flower She held back, or did not hold back, "Li beijue, or I'll do it myself."

Li North Jue fiercely takes back a hand, tone is not good, "sit well don't move disorderly."

The mouth is very strong, but the hand is very gentle. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew it. It seemed that he was not at ease. The thin lip was fed again and the temperature was tested before it reached Chi En's mouth.

"No, open your mouth."

Chi En watched helplessly as he fed half of his porridge to himself. It's not like opening his mouth or not. After a tangled heart contradictions, due to someone Yin, Wei, or mouth to eat.

"What about the temperature?"

Chi En swallowed the porridge and nodded.

Although it looks terrible, the temperature is just right. Not hot, not cold, warm, just suitable for drinking.

Li beijue's eyebrows relaxed and gave her another scoop. Or after blowing, he tried half and left half for Chi En to feed.

The ward quieted down, and Chi En was relieved to see a bowl of porridge bottoming out. man Bent over to block her lips——