The famous family is shocked, the president is too dangerous

Chapter 98 It's unpalatable Jiang Lizhe went on a business trip for a week, during this week, the two of them definitely had zero communication, whether it was on the phone or physically.

It's not that difficult to wake up those dormant feelings and desires, not to mention that the two have already loved many times.

As soon as Jiang Lizhe's voice fell, he quickly sucked Fang Xin's small lips. This kiss, which was supposed to be fierce, turned into tenderness when he touched her softness.

When Fang Xin was still in a daze, his breath was blocked suddenly, and then he saw the handsome face of the man zooming in before his eyes until his lips touched.

With a bang, what little reason she had left was also swallowed up, and she even held her breath. A pair of small hands tightly grasped Jiang Lizhe's collar, allowing the man in front of her to get whatever he wanted.

When Fang Xin regained consciousness a little bit, she had already been carried into the apartment, and at the corner of the sofa were two figures embracing each other.

The sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was just right, and it refracted in harmoniously, warming the ice in this room.

A century-long kiss, although Jiang Lizhe still expressed his intentions, but he was concerned about Fang Xin's physical condition, so he had no choice but to let her go temporarily, and with a big hand retracted, he wrapped her in his arms, resolutely Resting her chin on the top of her soft hair, she breathed lightly.

Fang Xin lay on the man's generous and warm chest, breathing heavily like a fish short of water.

There is his powerful heartbeat in his ears, and the familiar and pleasant male breath in his nose, all these, combined with his strong heartbeat and chaotic breath, become very ambiguous, as if he wants to say something. taste.

"Baby, have you lost your anger? If you're not angry anymore, then drink the porridge now, huh?" The man's voice was wrapped in the aftertaste of longing, extremely sexy, and full of tenderness that cared for her.

Two different auditory collisions hit Fang Xin's soft heart again and again. She only felt that the oxygen inhaled into her lungs carried his breath, all of which made her a little unable to bear.

Fang Xin closed her eyes, tried to ignore the overflowing emotions in her heart, and said calmly: "I'm not angry, I said it, me."

"Shh."

Her delicate red lips were held back by the man's beautiful hand, Jiang Lizhe softly stopped her from continuing, his pair of deep and charming eyes were looking at her softly at this moment, that kind of soft light could make even the hardest glacial melting.

Fang Xin's heart tightened suddenly, and he wanted to avoid it subconsciously. At this moment, his cheeks slammed down. It was Jiang Lizhe's kiss again, and then his low voice, insisting on going his own way, "Okay, let's not talk, it's all My fault, since the baby is not angry, let's go and fill our stomachs now."

In the end, Fang Xin was brought to the dining room by Jiang Lizhe. He pressed her shoulders, and placed her on the dining chair gently but not too much, "Sit down obediently, and you can eat right away." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left into the kitchen.

It's really like a spoiled child.

Fang Xin pinched the hem of her clothes, bit her lip and sat there, never knowing that it was such a difficult thing to leave.

On her side, she was still uneasy, in a dilemma, while on the other side, Jiang Lizhe had already brought over hot porridge.

There was also the fresh aroma of rice porridge, Fang Xin didn't feel very hungry before this, but as soon as he smelled this pure aroma, the gluttons in his stomach began to move around.

"The doctor said that you can only eat some liquid food during this time, so you can only eat porridge, and you can't eat greasy food, so this porridge is also made lightly, so you just be obedient and eat it obediently, and wait for the stomach to grow. Well, there will be something delicious."

Jiang Lizhe took the exquisite small porcelain bowl, and while scooping out the porridge from the casserole, he patiently vaccinated Fang Xin, for fear that she would lose her temper and think the porridge tasted too bland, so she wouldn't obediently eat it.

Is she dreaming?

Fang Xin opened a pair of big eyes, and sat there staring at the man scooping porridge carefully for her. His considerate gesture, soft words, everything made her feel like she was in a dream mirror.

This man, this man who was not very familiar to her, this leader exuding a noble aura, was scooping porridge for herself at this moment.

What kind of dream is this?

His appearance has already broken the routine, he possesses all of himself domineeringly, so fresh and sweet that people can't breathe;

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was able to ignore himself for such a long time for a week, which was also a kind of indifference that made people unable to breathe;

Now, he coaxed himself with good words, apologized to himself, and promised himself that no matter where he went in the future, he would never make the mistake of ignoring him again. Isn't this a kind of drowning that makes people unable to breathe?

Fang Xin's breathing became difficult. She suppressed the astringent taste in her throat and said softly, "Where is Auntie? Why don't you see her?"

If Fang Xin remembers correctly, the first time she came to this apartment, a woman dressed as a servant opened the door for her to let her through.

But since this period of time, it seems that he has not seen the servant again.

"There are some things in her family that have to be dealt with." Jiang Lizhe mentioned it lightly, and didn't intend to say anything else.

But Fang Xin was hearing the news, and his heart was already shaking.

"Okay, the porridge is not hot anymore, come, eat it while it's hot, don't leave any left over." Jiang Lizhe cooled the porridge for a while, and then carefully brought it to Fang Xin, emphasizing that she should eat it all.

Fang Xin's eyes dropped, and she landed on the bowl of warm porridge. Due to the stomachache, too many ingredients should not be put in the porridge. The white and glutinous bowl is really ordinary. But now, looking at this bowl of porridge, she couldn't do anything.

It's not that it tastes bad, it's not that she doesn't want to eat it, it's just that she doesn't want to eat it.

If Fang Xin's life has always been more bitter than sweet, then this bowl of light porridge is definitely sweet for him.

"Which restaurant did you pack this porridge? It's so thick." Fang Xin warmed his hands on the porcelain bowl, and spoke in disgust.

"Huh? Thick? Don't you like it?"

Jiang Lizhe was taken aback for a moment, a bit of annoyance flashed between his brows like a big boy.

Her eyes were sore, Fang Xin raised her head and poured back the acid. She looked at him, looked into his eyes, and smiled, "What expression do you have? Could it be that the chef in the restaurant is your friend? I will Are you unhappy after saying this?"

Seeing that the porridge was going to be cold, Jiang Lizhe didn't bother to talk to her. He didn't say anything else, but patiently urged, "Baby, just let it go, I just tried it, although it's a bit thick, It still tastes good though.”

As he spoke, Jiang Lizhe pulled away the dining chair beside Fang Xin and sat down, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, and brought it to her mouth, "Come, take a sip."

Fang Xin clenched her palms tightly and swallowed the porridge. The fragrant and glutinous rice porridge instantly melted between her lips and teeth. In fact, the temperature was just right, but for some reason, when she moved her lips and swallowed it, there was a sudden sensation. The heart is like being scalded, it doesn't cause pain, it is a kind of warmth that she can't bear.

"It's really unpalatable!" Fang Xin chewed lightly, and spat out three words very shamelessly.

Jiang Lizhe raised his sword eyebrows, and took another sip from her spoon, such a natural movement.

He still feels good about himself, maybe because the porridge has been boiled for too long, and Fang Xin is not used to it.

"Honey, you eat it by yourself first. There is a traditional Chinese medicine in the medicine prescribed by the doctor just now. I will go over and have a look." Jiang Lizhe stuffed the porridge into her palm, turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Jiang Lizhe walked into the kitchen and started to cook. There was still rice porridge in the pot, which he had boiled early this morning, but just because Fang Xin said it was not delicious, he did not hesitate to throw it all away. Dumped.

"What are you doing?" Fang Xin's voice sounded behind him.

Jiang Lizhe didn't expect her to come into the kitchen, he was startled for a moment, instinctively hid the pot behind him, and said calmly: "Oh, it's nothing, this pot is dirty, I'm going to wash it."

"Baby, go and eat that porridge quickly, or it will be really cold in a while."

Fang Xin stared at him for a moment, unrelenting, serious, "I want to complain to the chef of that restaurant, can you tell me the phone number?"

Jiang Lizhe had a headache, "Baby,"

"Call me."

He seemed to sigh, and seemed to be driven to nowhere by her, and finally reached out and lifted the pot behind him to her face, "Master is right here, if you want to complain, I understand, I'll boil it for you again now." One pot, is that okay?"

The tears that had been endured and endured finally rushed out of her eyes. Fang Xin looked at the man who was close at hand. At this moment, he was within reach of her. He was so close, but she didn't have the courage to approach him anyway. he.

He is so handsome and outstanding, he is obviously a noble young master, but he condescends to cook a pot of porridge for himself.

Does he have to force her like this?Did he know that she was in pain!

Seeing her crying, Jiang Lizhe lost all principles, immediately threw away the pot, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her hair, "Why are you crying? Well, I promise you, the porridge cooked in a while will definitely It won't be thick anymore, don't cry, okay?"

Fang Xin fell in his arms weakly, unable to speak, but tears flowed more and more.