Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

"I don't need it, it's you..." Leng Sicheng didn't talk nonsense with her, just touched the spoon gently on her lips: "Drink quickly, drink more, and grow up quickly."

Gu Qingqing had no choice but to speak again and take another bite.

Leng Sicheng saw her eating it all in one bite, and the corners of her lips were bent involuntarily, and he took another spoonful and brought it to her mouth. This time Gu Qingqing refused to eat. She shook her head and quickly took it. Swallow the porridge in his mouth: "I don't want it. I really can't eat it anymore."

He glanced at her again, Gu Qingqing shook his head like a rattle before putting the spoon down.

Gu Qingqing also got ready, "I'll pour you a bowl and change a spoon."

Lengsi City is usually a cleanliness person. Generally, whether at home or out, he has his own set of tableware. She had already used the tableware, presumably he would not use it again, nor would he drink porridge.

As soon as he was about to get up, Leng Sicheng's arm hugged her again. Gu Qingqing fell down on him and was about to talk. Leng Sicheng hugged her waist tightly with his arms, then turned around and used her. Put the drunk spoon into your mouth.

Seeing him continue to eat with the bowl and spoon she had used, she was a little surprised. During the three years of marriage, except occasionally in the old house, he would “reluctantly” eat the dishes he picked up for him in order to cooperate with him to “pretend affection”. The food is sterilized.

Seeing her puzzled look, Leng Sicheng raised her head slightly with a plain expression: "What are you looking at me for?"

"This porridge, and this spoon..."

Leng Sicheng took another sip and ate it calmly: "Didn't I say that, the Leng family's house rules are'diligence and frugality.' If I don't finish eating, you don't want it, is it a waste?"

"..." Gu Qingqing was speechless. Although the rice porridge was cooked by the little nanny, she also watched it. She cooked a thick layer of rice oil mixed with a few traces of lean meat and preserved eggs. The aroma is completely integrated into the porridge, and the amount is not large. After a few mouthfuls, the stomach is full and warm, and the whole person seems to be much more comfortable.

Still wanting to eat more, Gu Qingqing put the spoon down: "It's too late now. Drinking a little is afraid that you might not eat well for dinner, and you will have to rest later. It's not good to eat too much."

After Gu Qingqing finished speaking, Leng Sicheng didn't reply, but looked at her quietly. When I just fed her porridge by myself, it seemed to be accidental. The edge of the spoon got a little porridge, which was next to her dimple, which looked very happy.

Gu Qingqing was a little strange seeing his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Leng Sicheng lightly tapped the corresponding position on his face with another finger.

She was a little puzzled: "Is there something on my face?"

Just about to find the dirty place with his hand, Leng Sicheng grabbed her hand and curled his lips with disgust: "Do you wipe your hands? How dirty?"

After Gu Qingqing listened, she immediately turned around, trying to get the tissues lying in the corner of the dining table. But she and Lengs City were sitting on the opposite corner, a little far away, and she had to stand up to get it. She thought of getting up, and Lengscheng held her waist with her hand, never letting go. She turned back: "Sri Lanka..."

Lengscheng shook his head faintly: "There is really no way."

Is he going to help himself with tissues?

Before he finished speaking, Lengscheng's lips pressed lightly, and kissed the dirty place.