Mo Shao's lovely wife is sweet as honey

Chapter 37 The baby is suffering!
39. It is conceivable that the cowardly Qiu Xue suffers from the ashes of Ye Nianwei's mother every day. Ye Nianwei replied: [Okay!When I have time, go to your place!Don't be afraid! [touch the head]]
Ye Nianwei chatted with Qiu Xue in her room, unaware that all her chat content would be automatically sent to Mo Beiming's mobile phone, and her mobile phone system, to put it bluntly, was a subsidiary system of Mo Beiming's mobile phone.

If Ye Nianwei knew, he would definitely smash his head with his phone without hesitation, quack!
At the same time, in the master bedroom of the imperial palace, Mo Beiming was sitting on the sofa by the window, with his long legs crossed, smoking a cigar leisurely, while looking at his phone with great interest.

When he saw the word "ashes" in the chat interface, his handsome brows frowned.

After smoking a cigar, Mo Beiming leaned back on the sofa, raised his eyes, looked out the window at the dense night, and was lost in thought.

After a whole night without talking, Ye Nianwei got up early the next morning and volunteered to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, but he didn't put as much effort into it as he did yesterday morning, and simply cooked a pot of white rice porridge.

Ye Nianwei filled a bowl of white rice porridge, and then poured half a bottle of salt into it.

With a wicked smile in my heart, Mo Beiming, see if I don't kill you!

In the dining room, Mo Beiming frowned when he heard that Ye Nianwei was cooking in person. This girl told her to have a good rest, why did she come here to cook again?

However, when he thought of the nutritious breakfast he ate yesterday, Mo Beiming felt a little expectation in his heart.

I really hope that I can eat the love breakfast made by my wife every day in the future!
When breakfast was served, Mo Beiming stared at the food on the tray in front of him, surprised. There was only a bowl of white rice porridge with a plate of pickles.

It's pitiful, it's completely incomparable to the richness yesterday morning, and the level of treatment has been lowered by many levels.

This is begging for food!
Mo Beiming stirred it with a spoon, his thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, "You just give me this!?"

It's too rare to beg for food!
Ye Nianwei sneered inwardly, with a perfunctory smile on his face, "Porridge nourishes the stomach, too greasy for breakfast is not good for your body!"

Mo Beiming glanced at her, knowing in his heart that the little woman's desire for revenge was not ordinary, and she was clearly trying to hate him on purpose, and she said it so grandiosely!

He had no appetite, put down his spoon, and asked her, "Do you want to see your brother?"

Ye Nianwei's eyes lit up, surprised, "Thinking, thinking, do you really want me to see Xiaozhi?"

"After you have breakfast, let Nan Po take you there!"

Ye Nianwei's heart boiled instantly, nothing could excite her more than this news, "I don't want to eat, can I go now?"

"Of course not! Come and sit down!"

Mo Beiming stretched out his hand to grab her, pressed her to the side, pushed the bowl of porridge to her, and ordered forcefully, "You must drink this bowl of porridge before I allow you to go!"

Huh~?

Drink the porridge?

The man was indeed "kind", but Ye Nianwei stared at the bowl of porridge she had added half a bottle of salt in, and wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself in regret.

If I had known... she wouldn't... Alas, the baby is suffering!

Glancing at the serious and cold face of the man, Ye Nianwei slightly lowered his eyelashes, struggling for a moment in his heart, in order to see Xiaozhi sooner, let's go all out!

After Ye Nian cheered himself up slightly, he picked up the porridge bowl, with the mentality of going to death, raised his head and closed his eyes, and drank it all in one go.

Emma, ​​I really don't think salt tastes good! ! !
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　Have you ever wondered if your baby secretly tasted salt when he was a child? (I wonder if I'm the only one so stupid)

　　
　
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