The little beauty of the ABO paranoid boss is sweet and soft

With no experience in raising children at all, he didn't know how to comfort a crying child for a while.

Patting on the back, Jiang Wenyan let out a sensible sound, wiped away his tears and ran off his body, "Sir, you are busy, I will not disturb you."

Huo Yucheng rubbed his forehead, looked at him deeply helplessly, and held him back, "You haven't eaten yet, where are you going?"

"Go back to your room, I've eaten." He felt a little guilty.

His eyes swept over the almost untouched food on the table, "But you only ate four mouthfuls, two of which were milk."

"........."

"Sit down and eat, and accompany your husband, this is a compulsory course for you as Mr. Huo." His voice was very deep, with an unusually pleasant sound.

It's more like the singer of the kind of beautiful songs that will be broadcast at noon in the school, with an inexplicable charm in every word.

Have dinner with my husband.

This is a required course to become Mr. Huo.

These two sentences were so strange that Jiang Wenyan's chest throbbed a little. Before he could say anything, the man hooked the chair beside him close to him, "Sit down."

"Ah."

Jiang Wenyan sat down obediently. He is not short, but he is a little smaller and thinner than Mr. Huo. It seems that he will feel much better after crying.

There was obviously no need to say anything at the dinner table, Huo Yucheng kept watching the stock market with his mobile phone, as if he didn't pay much attention to him.

He took a knife and fork and poked the cheese bacon on the table a few times, didn't eat it, just cut it into the shape he wanted, placed it neatly on the plate, and transferred it from one side to the other. He only took a few sips of the bacon and milk on his plate.

"Don't like to eat?" Huo Yucheng put down his phone and watched him play for a long time from the corner of his eye.

"No, I...really not hungry."

Jiang Wenyan lowered his head, talking a bit boringly, never knowing how to look directly at people, it always made people feel guilty for bullying him just now.

The man's voice was a little lazy, and he cut the untouched bacon bread on his plate into small pieces according to his appearance, and then put them on his plate.

Not hungry?He didn't believe this kind of clumsy lie. He asked the housekeeper, and he had just had breakfast today. A normal, ordinary man wouldn't have no appetite at night, and a few sips of milk wouldn't be enough for him to live.

Put the bread on his plate, "Eat it, say something, it's shameful to waste food, a good boy wouldn't do this, you know."

Words.

This title is a bit strange, it seems that Jiang Wenyan turned into a disobedient child in an instant, wasting food on the dinner table, but he stood in the position of a parent and asked him to eat the food obediently.

The servants would avoid the master when he was eating. There were only the two of them in the huge restaurant, and they could feel the burning eyes without looking up.

Jiang Wenyan moved his Adam's apple, looked at the food on the plate, and nodded, like a child being educated, a little wronged but still corrected in time and ate it.

He ate very impatiently, endured the nausea and discomfort, tried his best to chew the food as ruthlessly as possible, and then gulped down the milk until Huo Yucheng nodded in approval.

"I'm full, I...can I go upstairs and get some sleep? I'm sleepy..."

"It's good to feel sleepy just after eating, I hope you can be here..." Huo Yucheng reached out to wipe off the milk stains on his lips, and tasted it in his own mouth, "I can get fatter."

"Ah."

Jiang Wenyan ran out of the restaurant in a hurry, went upstairs, locked the room on purpose, rushed into the bathroom, let the water boil by the sink, and vomited all at once.

He has anorexia, and when he eats something he doesn't want to eat, his stomach will immediately fight back and spit everything out.

The sound of the faucet slamming covered his voice, and he coughed a few times. Fortunately, he drank a lot of milk and chewed the food, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable when he spit it out. Otherwise, the food would be too big and his throat would hurt.

Physiological vomiting forced him to shed some tears, coughed a few times, but did not breathe, took a handful of water to wash his face, the water droplets flowed down his cheeks, dripped into the sink, and the spit out bacon and milk together Flowed into the sewer.

After throwing up for a while, the acid in his stomach turned up, making him feel his throat was burning, and he even felt a little weak, so he supported the sink to prevent himself from falling down.