Holding the void of his right hand, his eyes were already full of madness, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the tip of Yin Hong's tongue licked the corners of his mouth, not in a hurry, she would soon become his, from top to bottom, inside and out, he was alone.

It's exciting to think about.

It's only three months, less than a hundred days, and more than a thousand days and nights can't be shorter.

It's different from before, when I could only think about it in the dark in my heart, but now I can really hug her, and she rightfully belongs to him.

Think about it, what else can't wait, what can't be boiled?

But why?

The closer it gets, the more urgent it is, the more urgent it is, and the more urgent it is.

Even if it is less than three months and one hundred days, it feels extremely long, so long that I feel anxious, and so long that I feel uneasy in my heart.

As long as he doesn't get married for a day, he can't really rest assured that she doesn't really belong to him.

Only when he is married can he have her completely.

Isn't it okay to get married? This feeling of restlessness will disappear.

I guess so.

After all, she belonged to him, how could he still be upset.

At that time, all the strange emotions caused by her should disappear, and he just needs to watch her quietly.

……

Helping Wen Rong slowly to sit on the bamboo rattan chair on the viewing balcony, Ling Jingyan pulled another bamboo chair and sat down next to her.

The maid quickly brought the white porridge and side dishes, placed them on the matching glass table, and then stepped back silently.

Quiet and quick.

Looking at the table full of side dishes, Wen Rong was secretly surprised, she thought that she could just drink white porridge with some pickles, which was too far from what she imagined.

Sweet dried beans, tribute vegetables, fried hemp leaves, raw pickled salted and fresh asparagus, preserved vegetable fried eggs, etc., as well as boiled seafood and lo-mei, each of which is contained in a small and chic plate, with a small amount but an extremely large variety.

The white porridge that Ling Jingyan said is actually seafood casserole porridge, is it because she knows that she loves seafood?

This casserole porridge contains seafood, so the taste is exceptionally delicious, with both the taste of seafood and the fragrance of white porridge, the two complement each other and complement each other.

Wen Rong scooped a small spoonful, gently blew it and put it in his mouth.

With a light fragrance, this is a seafood porridge made from broth boiled from chicken breastbones, which is suitable for those with light tastes.

What did he command?

"It's delicious." Wen Rong admired it from the bottom of his heart, and then lowered his head and took small sips of it.

This is an authentic Chaoshan casserole seafood porridge.

Ling Jingyan looked at Wen Rongliang's shining eyes, a satisfied little expression, and a bulging little cheek when he blew, like a little hamster.

How could she be so cute.

It's really an invincible cutie.

I really want to poke her bulging face when she blows, and I'm worried about provoking her interest in eating food.

She didn't eat much, and if he affected her again, she would eat even less.

During this period of feeding, she finally grew more meat, but she couldn't lose weight.

"Do you eat too, and see if I'm full?" Wen Rong saw that Ling Jingyan was just staring at her silently, leaning his little head and making fun of her.

He put the braised beef slices into his bowl, "Eat well." ”

Ling Jingyan withdrew her deep gaze, hiding the unbearable heat under her eyes, and warned herself that she couldn't look at it.

If you look at it any more, he may not be able to restrain himself.

At night, he is already prone to emotional turmoil and weak willpower, which is why he never dares to go to her room after dinner.