A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Life is full of ups and downs.

Love is sweet and never feels greasy, but if it is bitter, it is more bitter than dark chocolate with very high purity.

When Bao Jinghan tasted this cake for the first time when he was a child, he didn't like it very much.

She likes sweet mousse, cheese, or cherry pie.

But when did she start to understand the meaning behind the Black Forest, and she gradually fell in love with this smell.

For her, this is the taste of a mother, as well as her love and life...

"Jing Han!"

Lu Yan grabbed the silver fork in her hand, leaned closer, and bit off the cake on the tip of the fork.

After tasting it, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the dark chocolate sauce on the corner of his mouth seductively, squinted at those domineering eyes with a little evil, and said, "It's very sweet."

sweet?

Bao Jinghan opened his eyes wide, looked at him, and then at the silver fork in his hand.

Lostly smiled.

In my heart, I connected his words with what I just said.

——The taste of love is very sweet!

"I tasted it too, it's sweet."

Regarding his calmness and consideration, Bo Jinghan was not hypocritical, and directly expressed his inner feelings.

Then he added: "By the way, grandpa and grandpa and grandma Lu have made an appointment. Tomorrow, we will go to Lu's house to pick up Tangtang and Jingjing. I... will go together too. It can be regarded as a formal visit to the parents! Grandpa wants to come sooner." , Set up our business, so he can go back to France with peace of mind."

"Well, I know about it. I'm fine tomorrow, and I'll go with you."

He knew this news a few days earlier, and he deliberately finished all the work on hand, and vacated Sunday, in order to allow the two parents to have a smooth meeting, and then finalize the marriage earlier.

Sitting next to this person, I don't feel at ease if I don't marry and go home!

Following this topic, the two chatted for a while.

Seeing that Bao Jinghan was almost finished eating, Lu Yan took a tissue and lightly dipped a small piece of chocolate sauce stuck to the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with unconscious doting.

Seeing her inadvertently showing a rare childishness, Lu Yan felt a little distressed. Instead of continuing the topic just now, she directly changed the subject and raised her eyebrows to inquire: "You said that flowers have flower language, and cake also has it. The black forest is the smell of love." , then what do you mean by this one you picked for me?"

"Yes……"

Bao Jinghan pursed her lips, looked at the piece of tiramisu in front of him, and swallowed the answer just in time, almost biting her own tongue.

But at this time, a Phalaenopsis with a red heart fell into the sight of the two of them, and was placed on the table close to Lu Yan by an old man's hand with distinct bones but obvious wrinkles.

At the same time, the slightly narrow and teasing voice answered Lu Yan's question just in time.

"Tiramisu is a love poem in dessert. What he means is—take me away! Young man, Jing Nannan is asking you to take her away, and she is willing to follow you, sweet and inseparable from Meimei for the rest of her life. !"

Bao Jinghan's face turned red again.

She looked at the Phalaenopsis, blinked, and was about to look at the old man when she heard the old man's voice again: "Hey, young man, this flower is for you from Grandpa. You borrow flowers to present Buddha, and give it to Jing Nannan!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at Bao Jinghan with sincere but meaningful eyes.

After a short pause, he narrowed his gaze, smiled and returned to the counter...