Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 158 Husband, I beg you.

Lin Xiaomi suddenly has some speechlessness. Whether he is Lin Hai or cold and brilliant, this arrogant character has not changed at all.

Because of the loss and guilt, Lin Xiaomi did not dare to say anything. He gave him a small nanny and waited for the young master to eat.

Leng Yuhuang feels that yesterday's illness, the disease is still quite high, and nothing is more comfortable than being served by her.

Half lying in bed, blowing a comfortable air conditioner, sitting next to the glamorous little wife, and feeding him with a sly and delicate, can also eat tofu at any time while eating.

The big hand fell on her soft white and delicate thighs, gently squatting, lazily leaning against the bed, a pair of eyes dark and inexplicably falling on her body.

Lin Xiaomi felt that she was the side dish of the meal, and one could accidentally be swallowed by him.

"Have you eaten?" Leng Yuhuang ate a few mouthfuls, padded his stomach and asked.

Lin Xiaomi shook his head honestly.

"Give yourself a bite." Leng Yuhuang's belly lifted his chin, and the tone was like alms.

"No, I am not hungry, you eat." Lin Xiaomi is actually not hungry. In fact, it may be hungry, or it may be crying and no strength.

She actually didn't eat anything since last night.

But just crying too much, she has no strength at all, her eyes are swollen and she can't open it. She actually wants to lie down in bed and hurry to sleep.

Cold and unhappy, "Well?", the tone was arrogant.

Lin Xiaomi looked at the spoon in his bowl with his saliva, a little hesitant.

Cold eyes stunned: "How? You still dislike me? When I eat my saliva, why don't you see you?"

Lin Xiaomi’s face suddenly burst into red, and she quickly ate a bite, for fear that he would say something more to make her shy.

Leng Yuhuang was satisfied with the snoring.

Two bowls of porridge, two of you, I have all eaten one bite.

Leng Yuhuang still has a feeling of insufficiency.

"Are you full? There is still downstairs, I can go to Sheng." Lin Xiaomi whispered.

"Don't eat, come over." Leng Yuhuang likes to greet the puppy and screams at her.

Lin Xiaomi was speechless, but when he thought of something else, he relied on the past.

Cold and happy, satisfied with her, put her delicate and soft body into her arms. This is full of food and drink, and there is a beautiful woman in her arms. Hey, this day is called Shutan.

There is a saying called warmth and lust.

What the ancients said is absolutely justified.

Lin Xiaomi was so sleepy, lying in his arms, thought that he could sleep, but who knows, this color embryo, can not be quiet for a while.

Here I touched the kiss there, and made Lin Xiaomi look like an ant crawling, and he was quickly moved by him.

"Don't make trouble, so tired." Lin Xiaomi quickly grabbed his hands and pressed it in front of him, and he immediately hit her chest.

Lin Xiaomi was annoyed and couldn't help but yell at him: "Can you be honest!"

Leng Yuhuang looked up at her with carelessness: "You just yell at me?"

Lin Xiaomi’s bulging gang slammed down.

Leng Yuhuang snorted and played two big gimmicks more unscrupulously.

Lin Xiaomi feels like a cooked prawns, and she is ashamed of being red. She really stays with this person, and what she is doing is just a passing sight.

Lin Xiaomi saw that he was very good at playing, and he gave the opportunity to open his mouth: "That, I have something to ask you."

Leng Yuhuang buried her head on her chest and only squeezed out a word to her: "Say!"

Lin Xiaomi played with his black short hair, um, oh oh oh: "That... I seem to hear that you are the grandson of the president, is this true?"

Leng Yuhuang looked up from her chest and looked at her with her eyebrows: "Who said what?"

"You don't care about this, anyway, you tell me, is it true?" Lin Xiaomi asked his face.

"Uh huh."

"Really true?" Lin Xiaomi was quite exclaimed, and his mouth suddenly pumped.

Leng Yuhuang didn't think she was this expression. Normal people shouldn't be full of surprises. Excitement is the feeling that it is right for the ancestors to smoke.

How come to her, not only does not have a little excited look, I feel very unwilling.

"What is your expression?" Leng Yuhuang pinched her chin: "You have already married me. Now I regret it too late. Besides, it is a shame to talk to the president."

Lin Xiaomi knew that he had misunderstood and quickly explained: "Of course not! I am just a little worried."

"worry about what?"

"That... will the presidential adult marry me?" Only two days after the wedding, she made the bad grandson of the presidential adult sick.

Lin Xiaomi was afraid of death, shrinking his neck, and squinting at the bandage on his shoulder.

Leng Yuhuang only figured out what she was worried about, but she smiled helplessly, turned over and pressed her under her body, and kissed her in the corner of her mouth: "I can't let his old man know."

"Really? Really?" Lin Xiaomi was waiting for him. He thought about how to let him say it. He didn't expect it to be so easy.

Leng Yanhuang raised his eyebrows: "Of course, however, it depends on your performance."

Lin Xiaomi smirked her lips, and her small hand was put into a small fist and she tried to sell her. "Don't you tell him how good? The president is very busy. Don't let him know about this little thing."

"Husband, husband, okay?" She looked up at his lips with a soft kiss, cheeks red, and looked at him with shame.

"Good!" He simply kissed her back.

She desperately ducked, for fear that she would be taken care of by a carelessness: "That... don't let others say good?"

He won't say, it doesn't mean that others won't say it, but she still remembers what Min Min threatened her last night.

She didn't want to leave a bad influence on the president.

"This is why..." Leng Yuhuang suddenly let go of her, turned over and lay on the big bed, touching her chin on her fingertips, a bit embarrassed.

Lin Xiaomi suddenly got anxious, kneeling on his chest and shouting: "Husband, husband." Finally, there is no way, only cheeky: "You don't want, I just married, let Grandpa Is it bad for my grandmother?"

There was some accident in Leng Yuhuang, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly. He looked at her with a narrow face: "This grandfather called it quite smoothly..."

Lin Xiaomi is almost too shy to see someone, and a slap in his chest: "You can't promise it!"

Leng Yuhuang held her fingertips and put a kiss on her lips: "Unless you promise me something."