Chapter 112: Wen's White Porridge (3)

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"Shit, I'm not nervous about your business, who is nervous!" Wen Yichen said a little angrily.

But after seeing Xia Moyan's aggrieved appearance, he asked gently, "Is the wound painful, is it painful?" ā€

"It's okay, you don't have to be nervous, it's normal for the wound to hurt a little!" Xia Moyan looked at Wen Yichen and explained.

Wen Yichen's split personality appeared again, obviously he was roaring angrily just now, and he became gentle like water in the next second.

"Normal? Xia Moyan, it's not normal if your feet are wasted. You are my person, if you don't take good care of yourself, then see how I settle accounts with you! I can't tolerate my people having a half-point spread pool! Wen Yichen got up and looked at Xia Moyan and shouted.

"Oh, I know, that's... My feet don't hurt anymore." Xia Moyan lowered her head and whispered like a child being taught, paused for a while, then raised her head and said to Wen Yichen, "I'm hungry, why don't we go to eat?" As soon as the words fell, Xia Moyan was ready to get up and go downstairs to eat.

"How are you going to go by yourself like this!" Wen Yichen didn't wait for Xia Moyan to get up and fall to the ground, so the princess hugged Xia Moyan in a hug, looked down at Xia Moyan in her arms and said.

"Oh, then you can take me down to dinner!" Xia Moyan said as she spoke, and the unconcealable smile formed at the corners of her mouth and eyes began to show on her face.

"Well, that's good!" Wen Yichen lowered his head to kiss Xia Moyan in his arms, and said gently.

"I've always been very well-behaved, okay!" Xia Moyan's white arms hugged Wen Yichen's neck, and her eyes looked at Wen Yichen tightly, as if she said coquettishly.

"Well, good, good, you've always been well-behaved!" Wen Yichen looked at Xia Moyan dotingly as he walked.

"Uh-huh!" After Xia Moyan finished speaking, she plunged into Wen Yichen's arms, closed her eyes, smelled Wen Yichen's breath and let Wen Yichen hold her steadily.

Seeing this, Wen Yichen looked at the person in his arms and lightened the sound of his walking.

At the dining table

"Asleep?" Wen Yichen looked at the person in his arms and asked softly.

"No, how can you fall asleep again when you just wake up." Xia Moyan rubbed her eyes, raised her head and looked at Wen Yichen and said.

"Well, you sit here, I'll go get porridge!" Wen Yichen put Xia Moyan on the chair and said.

"Well, I'm going to eat the porridge you made!" Xia Moyan looked at Wen Yichen's back and shouted.

"Good!" At this time, Wen Yichen's face overflowed with a smile that could not be hidden.

Soon, Wen Yichen brought out a bowl of porridge from the kitchen and put it in front of Xia Moyan.

"Have you eaten?" After Xia Moyan tasted it, she looked at the porridge, then looked at Wen Yichen and said.

"Nope!" Wen Yichen said and pulled out a chair next to him and sat down, looking at Xia Moyan.

"Oh, I'll do it myself, then." Xia Moyan paused, then looked at the bowl of porridge in front of her and said.

"I'll eat with you!" Wen Yichen said and turned around and went to the kitchen to get another spoon.

"Huh? I don't want it! Xia Moyan looked at Wen Yichen and asked.

"I'll eat with you!" Wen Yichen said and began to "snatch" food with Xia Moyan.

"What are you doing! It's mine! You are not allowed to rob! Xia Moyan hurriedly protected the porridge in her bowl, and then looked at Wen Yichen hostilely.

"Hmph, I'll taste some." Wen Yichen said with a smile when he saw this.

"No, you made it for me, how can you eat it yourself, if you want to eat it, I'll make it for you, but you are not allowed to rob me!" Xia Moyan looked at Wen Yichen with a firm face and said.

"Give it to me!" Seeing this, Wen Yichen felt that something was wrong, and then looked at Xia Moyan strongly and shouted.

"No, I'm going to eat it myself!" Xia Moyan glared and said, not seeming to be the slightest afraid.

"Okay, if you don't give it, don't give it, anyway, there's still it in the pot!" Wen Yichen said, then turned around and went to the kitchen.

Seeing this, Xia Moyan quickly stood up regardless of her foot injury, and as soon as her foot hit the ground, she began to frown in pain, and held the seat next to her tightly with both hands.

"Xia Moyan! What are you doing here! Have you forgotten the injury on your foot? Wen Yichen opened his sturdy legs, then quickly walked to Xia Moyan's side, picked up Xia Moyan and roared.

"Don't grab food from me!" Xia Moyan waited for two aggrieved eyes to look at Wen Yichen and said.

"Xia Moyan, you can't remember that you have a wound on your foot, right?" Wen Yichen ignored Xia Moyan's question, but said to Xia Moyan while walking.