Billionair Husband Doted On His Substitute Wife

Ye Ming turned a body, squatted down, left her Yingting back, patted, "climb up."

He Bing quickly climbed up his back and held his neck in his small hands.

Ye Ming holds her pretty little hip and carries her to the table.

He Bing buried his small face in his neck. His shoulders are thick, his back is thick, and his feet are calm. He is carried by him and will never be afraid of falling.

His shoulders can give any woman shelter, full of strength and security.

He Bing lost her father. She longed for the love of a towering tree in her heart. Now ye Ming gave her everything and made up for her regret.

Ye Ming put her on the dining chair, then handed a small bowl of rice to her, and stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her little hand, "so much rice must be eaten, no leftovers."

so many?

He Bing screwed up Xiumei. She has a bad appetite because of treatment these days. What she has eaten will soon spit out.

She doesn't want to eat so much.

I'm not hungry.

She raised her little head and looked at the man. She blinked pitifully, "Ye Ming..."

"No discussion." the man replied four words.

A few days later, she was much thinner. He couldn't feel any weight in his arms. He wanted to fatten her up.

In this way, she always feels that the wind blows and runs away.

He Bing picked up chopsticks and put a few grains of rice in his mouth.

At this time, a low magnetic voice sounded overhead, "if you eat like this again, I'll feed you."

He Bing threw his chopsticks, "then feed me."

Ye Ming breathed heavily and sat her directly on his strong thigh. He took a bite of rice and fed it into he Bing's mouth.

He Bing suddenly widened his eyes. How could he... How could he feed her like this?

Ye Ming fed the rice into her mouth, then stepped back. His eyes were hot and looked at her, "do you want me to feed it?"

He Bing chewed the rice in his mouth and felt that the rice had changed its taste and smell.

"No." she picked up her chopsticks, took up a small bowl to eat, and wanted to move it off his strong thigh.

"Don't move!" the man grabbed her Yingying's waist and wouldn't let her go.

He Bing has a small red face and makes people want to bite. She sits on his lap to eat. People see how shy she is.

"Have some soup." the man was supervising her.

He Bing looked at tonight's stew, papaya ribs soup. She shook her head, "I don't want to drink."

The man's breath is intertwined. The strong masculine smell is mixed with bath fragrance. Ye Ming sticks it to her ear and says, "good boy, drink a little, papaya breast enhancement."

Breast enhancement.

He Bing quickly turns his head to look at Ye Ming, picks his eyebrows and looks at him arrogantly, "do you like big breasts?"

Big chest?

Ye Ming glanced at her chest.

He Bing quickly enlarged the dishes and chopsticks, and two fiber arms protected his chest. "Where do you look, lust ghost, hooligan!"

"I see something?"

“......”

What is he talking about?