Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 600 Loving You Doesn't Need Talent

Hearing this, Wen Ruan's little face was blushing like something, and she couldn't speak a word.Even the small white jade-like ears turned the color of red agate.

"I... I drank porridge..."

Wen Ruan seemed to be escaping, avoiding Ji Boyan's gaze, and reached out to pick up the porridge bowl on the table, probably because of a guilty conscience, he drank in a hurry and choked.

Ji Boyan quickly reached out, took the porridge bowl in her hand and put it on the table, frowning worriedly: "Why are you drinking in such a hurry? How is it?"

"I am fine."

Wen Ruanke's little face was a little red, she turned to look at Ji Boyan, and spoke to comfort him.

Stretching out his hand to rub the corners of her red eyes, Ji Boyan asked, "Is the porridge bad?"

Wen Ruan shook his head: "It's not bad, thank you Second Master for making porridge for me."

"Thank you? Isn't it right to cook porridge for you?"

Wiping the porridge stains from the corners of her lips with his fingertips, Ji Boyan's voice was soft and full of affection, resounding in his soft ears.

She knows that this is not what it should be. One person cooks for another person willingly. There is a lot of affection and friendship in it. It's just that many people enjoy it for granted and forget to say thank you.

"I know that the second master has no talent in cooking. He must have done it many times to make it like this. I thank the second master for his hard work and willingness to practice again and again for me."

Ji Boyan definitely made this porridge more than once, but she saw it several times, and she didn't know how many times he made it in private, so she thanked him for his hard work.

Hearing this, Ji Boyan's face became more and more joyful, the tenderness was like water, and the phoenix eyes were smeared with deep love.

He bowed his head, kissed her eyes, and whispered softly: "Ruan Ruan, you don't need talent to love you."

He just needs to be careful, he may have many things that are unfamiliar to him, he doesn't know what will happen in the future, and he doesn't know how to do it, but he is willing to learn for this little girl.

As long as he puts his heart into it, he can make it as well as this porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, and he can take good care of this little girl.

"I know everything, thank you, Second Lord."

"Thank you so much?"

The ending sound rises, carrying his unique ruffian air, laziness and contempt, the tenderness and softness of Gou's heart is numb.

Biting her lip, she raised her head, leaned up slightly, and kissed her thin lips.

The little girl's small face is delicate and small, her skin is fair like a high-quality porcelain from a government kiln, her eyes are blinking, her eyes are as black as grapes, she looks straight at him, so well-behaved that people don't know what to do good.

Ji Boyan's Adam's apple moved up and down, he laughed, his voice was a little hoarse, he leaned close to her small face, and rubbed his fingertips on her lips, his thin lips parted slightly, showing a faint warning : "Baby, don't hook me up, or this porridge will become a supper."

Wen Ruan blinked her eyes, wrapped her hands around Ji Boyan's neck, and boldly kissed him.

Ji Boyan tightened his wrists, tightened his arms, hugged Wen Ruan's waist tightly, and kissed Wen Ruan's lips, face and neck like a storm.

I haven't seen each other for many days, and just when the love is strong, Wen Ruan also lost her usual shyness, and became much more courageous. Ji Bo, the hooker, couldn't stop talking, and pressed people into the soft bed time and time again, lingering with the little girl to death, I don't know today and tomorrow.

Ji Boyan looked down at the little girl who was still sleeping in his arms, smiled silently, and kissed her forehead.

Where is the porridge for supper?Once the little girl fell asleep and woke up again, it would probably be tomorrow morning.

(End of this chapter)