Cold CEO With Warm Love - Chapter 352

Wen Yiyi flat mouth, muttered: “Mo Xiuchen, you will spoil me like this!”

“Well?”

“You see I’m so flattered by you! It’s just that I’ve been scalded, and then… ” Wen Yiyi whispered.

Mo Xiu Chen lifted to lift an eye skin son, threw to her a puzzled look in the eyes, “isn’t this good?”

She was spoiled by him, spoiled, coquettish and hypocritical. No man could stand him, only him.

Isn’t that good???

Wen Yiyi

Looking at the man’s calm face, she bit her lip: “but this Is that too much? ”

He said boldly: “you are my woman, I will spoil you as I want. Besides I can stand it. ”

As long as you don’t tease him at any time, you can stand it.

Wen Yiyi was stunned and looked up at the man’s handsome face. He opened his mouth and called to him: “Mo Xiuchen, you…”

She really didn’t expect that Mo Xiuchen would say such a word to her.

How about being coquettish? I can stand it.

This sentence makes Wen Yiyi’s heart sweet, like eating honey, sweet enough to overflow!

I didn’t expect that Mr. President Gao Gao was also so good at saying love words.

“Good boy.” Mo Xiu Chen rubs her head, “don’t think so much, give yourself to me at ease.”

He determined that a person is a lifetime, so Wen Yiyi doesn’t need to worry about anything at all.

She nodded stupidly, looked at his cold face, showing a smile, doting very much.

Wen Yiyi’s eyes suddenly seemed to be flashed by the dazzling light, and the whole person seemed to be drunk, some intoxicated.

Almost subconscious instinctive reaction, she sat up close to the man, a hug him, gently rubbed his chest with his head, very dependent.

Mo Xiuchen looked down at her hairy head, reached out and pushed her, but the little woman held her tightly and couldn’t open it.

He is helpless, pinch the soft meat between her waist, “not hungry?”

Wen Yiyi’s stomach is very cooperative with the “Gu” called twice.

Her white soft face suddenly a red, quickly let go holding his hand, whispered: “hungry.”

Mo Xiuchen took the hot water on the bedside table, picked up the spoon, stirred it up a few times, dispersed the heat, and then scooped a spoonful to feed her.

Wen Yiyi lowered his head and took a sip from the spoon.

Almost instantly, Wen Yiyi’s eyebrows wrinkled. She endured the pain in her stomach, got out of bed, put on her slippers, ran to the bathroom, and vomited to the toilet.

Then came the man looked at her appearance, face a little heavy.

He came up to her, put his arm around her waist, and patted her gently on the back.

After Yiyi vomited, the whole person collapsed.

She lay in his arms, stomach still some uncomfortable, but can not vomit out, empty stomach nothing, can only retch.

The man looked at her small white face, distressed, “very uncomfortable?”

Wen Yiyi said, “it’s much better now.”

After returning to bed, Wen Yiyi didn’t drink that bowl of soup. She asked aunt Qin to cook some light porridge again. She made do with eating a bowl of porridge, which filled her stomach.

After guarding her to fall asleep, Mo Xiu Chen this just left advocate lie, went downstairs.

The city of song has just checked Xiang Mengxia’s body, and he is in the living room with Mo Qingling.