Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Chi Enen suddenly hung in the air.

"Mr. Li, Madam." After Qiao Yimo greeted them very perceptively, he helped them open the chairs of the dining table so that Li Beijue could put Chi En'n down.

Li Beijue took the opportunity to put Chi En'en on the chair, dragged a cushion from the sofa, and put it on her waist, and said naturally, "You have a sore waist, and a cushion will be better."

Chi En'en's face burned like a fire, and he couldn't wait to hang him with his eyes.

Does he know how to write the word shame?

"Madam, shall I serve you porridge now?" Qiao Yimo asked her softly beside her.

Chi En'en then noticed that the staff in this hotel seemed to be different from the others.

She didn't say anything, Li Beijue could understand what she meant, pulled the chair away and sat next to her, and said casually, "I'm looking for someone to take care of you."

"...I don't need someone to take care of it."

As soon as she finished speaking, he immediately glared at him with an unpleasant look, as if a low voice was squeezed from her throat, "Do you think you are a superman wearing underwear and don't need someone to take care of it? Don't forget, you were there the day before yesterday. There was an accident in the elevator! Someone takes care of you, at least you are not alone when you are in danger."

Although he won't let her run into danger anymore!

Li Beijue helped her take the water cup, pushed it in front of her, and said, "At least let her take care of you in the past few days before you recover. Later, you think she can't do it."

Chi Eun couldn't help him, and she pressed the corners of her mouth speechlessly, smiled at the nervous Qiao Yimo, and said gently, "Don't get me wrong. I'm just a little unaccustomed to being taken care of. I don't have any opinion on you. I am. I'm going to trouble you for porridge."

Qiao Yimo was relieved a lot by her smile, and she lowered her shoulders, "I understand, Mrs. Shao. Mrs. Shao wait a minute, I will help you with it right away."

She was swift in hands and feet, and in twos or twos she served Chi Eun'en a piece of porridge.

Then ask Li Beijue respectfully, "Mr. Li, do you want it?"

"No. I can eat hers." He said, holding Chi En'en's bowl domineeringly, using a spoon to pour half of the bowl into his own bowl, and then returning the rest to Chi En'en. "Take it. The doctor said you can only eat liquid, light food these days. Porridge is best for you. You will eat it for two days. After two days, you will feel better, and I will take you to eat it. delicious."

His tone was as if he was coaxing a little girl.

Chi En'en drew three black lines across his forehead, picked up the spoon, and lowered his head to try.

Although the bowl contains white porridge, it can be seen that the person who cooks the porridge is very careful. The rice grains are white and sticky. In addition to the natural flavor of the rice, there is also a little salty taste. It will not taste too bland.

She was in a coma for nearly a day and night, and she was already hungry.

Anyway, she was eating with Li Beijue, and there was nothing to be particular about. She solved the small half of the bowl three times, wiped the corners of her mouth, and said to Qiao Yimo who was waiting on the side, "Can you help me serve another bowl?"

"OK."

Qiao Yimo's hands and feet were very neat, and soon gave her another bowl. However, this bowl is very good, not full for Chi Enen, but only three-quarters of it carefully.

When she handed the bowl to Chi En'en, she did not forget to remind her softly, "Madam, the porridge is a bit hot, be careful."