Flash Marriage Wife: The Cold-Blooded President Dotes Too Much

Han Su thought about it in his heart, and saw the small piece of skin that was injured just now.

"If you really have scars, you can let Leng Yichen take you to the whole face."

"Woo!" An Xiya burst into tears.

"I'm lying to you. It's not a big problem. It's not that serious." Han Su looked at the woman. His potion was the best in the world.This small burn is nothing at all.

"Okay. Stop messing around!" Leng Yichen said, under such circumstances, Han Su still had the heart to make a joke.

"In that case, I'll leave first. But Young Master Leng, your speed of changing bed partners has already caught up with Nangong Han." Han Su jokingly said, Nangong Han is a famous playboy, but Leng Yichen can do it now Overtake that person.

Leng Yichen glanced at Han Su, before he could speak, the man smiled and said: "Okay, I won't quarrel with you. I'll leave first. There are still people waiting for me at home!"

He left quickly.

"Yichen!" An Xiya sat on the sofa, looked at her bandaged arm, then hugged Leng Yichen's waist tightly with her other arm, and pressed her face against him...

"Just now I served noodles to my sister, but she refused to eat, and said that I was a weasel giving chicken New Year's greetings. I was uneasy and kind. In the end, I poured the bowl of noodles directly on me. Fortunately, I hid quickly and did not get hurt. to the face."

While talking, she wiped her face over and over again...

But Leng Yichen didn't seem to have much reaction.

"An Xiya, just keep spitting blood!"

An Xiaojing came down from upstairs.

She witnessed all of this, including what An Xiya said to Leng Yichen just now.

"I spout blood? Could it be that I poured this noodle soup for myself? An Xiaojing, I used to treat you as my younger sister, and I could tolerate you hurting me again and again, but you almost disfigured me today!"

As An Xiya spoke, she began to cry again, the water on her face just wet Leng Yichen's pants.

And her hands tightly hugged Leng Yichen's waist.

"You can make it up!" An Xiaojing said bluntly, Leng Yichen gave her a back view and kept silent, even so, An Xiaojing guessed how much Leng Yichen hated herself.

"Go back to your room!"

Suddenly, Leng Yichen spoke.

"What kind of person is looking for what kind of person. You two, you must be together, and don't harm others anymore!" An Xiaojing snorted her blessings coldly.

When Leng Yichen heard this, his veins suddenly burst out. He lifted An Xiya from his body, turned around and faced An Xiaojing.

"Xiya's arm is injured, if she has a scar on her arm, I'll carve one on the same part of your arm!"

It's not a joke at all, Leng Yichen's eyes are frozen, and he speaks very seriously.

An Xiaojing protected her arm reflexively: "It was she who hurt it herself! If you want to engrave it, you must engrave it on her other arm!"

"I never thought that your jealousy would be so strong that you could even attack your own sister!" Leng Yichen continued to sarcastically.

"Haha? Really not. As I said before, I don't love you. If you want me to be jealous of you, unless the sun comes out from the west, I wish you could hug each other tightly, which is also considered to be a way to eliminate harm for the people!" An Xiaojing wanted to roll her eyes. son.

"It hurts! It hurts!" An Xiya kept sobbing.

Leng Yichen hurried over, "Let's rest first!"

"I want you to accompany me!" An Xiya said coquettishly.

"it is good!"

An Xiya was carried into the room by Leng Yichen, her hands never let go of Leng Yichen's body, she kept tightly hugging Leng Yichen's neck.

"You're in such pain and still using so much force?" Leng Yichen asked without emotion.

"Yichen, if you really left a scar, you wouldn't want me, would you?"

While talking, Leng Yichen had already put An Xiya on the bed, An Xiya grabbed Leng Yichen's clothes with her unburnt hand, and the breath of the two was very close.

"Yichen, how can I know that you love me?" Her language clearly hinted, but Leng Yichen didn't take the initiative.

In this case, An Xiya decided to come by herself.

As soon as she was laid horizontally on the bed by Leng Yichen, she got up all at once, and then put her face under Leng Yichen's body again. The room was very dark and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Leng Yichen snorted slightly, but didn't make any further moves.

"Yichen, we..." As she spoke, she took the initiative to take Leng Yichen's hand to her body, and exerted force on his wrist.

"You're injured. Wait until you recover!" Leng Yichen said.

"No, you're just despising me, Yichen!"

An Xiya tried her best to tease Leng Yichen in every way she could think of, but she didn't get any response.

"Okay!" Leng Yichen suddenly exerted a force and left immediately.

"If you don't want that arm of yours to be crippled, be quiet now!"

It seems to be an order, a word of concern, but Leng Yichen doesn't understand that he has no interest in An Xiya at all.

Obviously that person has dedicated himself in that way.

But he just didn't respond at all.

If it wasn't for the dim light just now, and An Xiya's face was a little bit similar to An Xiaojing, he wouldn't have snorted.

"Damn it!" Leng Yichen cursed fiercely in his heart, what was he thinking?Did he really fall in love with An Xiaojing?

No... Absolutely not!

After listening to Leng Yichen's words, An Xiya gradually became much quieter. In fact, she was also afraid.

After all, Leng Yichen is not someone else, she has to figure out this person's character to do things.

Moreover, Leng Yichen's anger was not like other people's rage, he could feel the cold murderous arrogance of that person without saying a word.

"Then you sleep with me, Yichen. I don't want to leave you!" An Xiya's tone was full of tenderness.

Leng Yichen's rare compromise.

……

And another room.

An Xiaojing was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night. She was hungry and was framed by that woman.

She doesn't really care about her image in Leng Yichen's heart, but how many times has An Xiya calculated herself?

She is not holding a grudge.On the contrary, she felt that the kindness of a drop of water should come from a spring.She, An Xiaojing, is not a sick cat at all.

The night is getting darker.

Early the next morning, An Xiaojing saw Leng Yichen feeding An Xiya.

This is understandable, the woman injured her right hand.

Well, really clever!

Injured his right hand, everything will depend on Leng Yichen in the future.

"Sister!" An Xiya greeted proactively.

"Sister must be very hungry, come and eat!"

"Eat? I'm afraid you'll be burned before you get close to the food. Don't you know how to do this?"

An Xiaojing made a sarcasm.

"You!" An Xiya looked at Leng Yichen with innocent and hurt eyes.