The Young Master's Bride

“Are you hungry?” Thinking of the porridge that he had cooked, li beixiao was a little nervous.

He was afraid that ye qingge would say that she was not hungry and did not want to eat ...

“I’m hungry! Little uncle, I’m going to cook a bowl of noodles, do you want some?”

Ye qingge looked at the towel that li beixiao had placed on the bedside table. She knew that he had been taking care of her.

“You stay here, I’ll get you some porridge!”

A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was faint, but it was so clear, as if he wanted the whole world to see it.

Looking at li beixiao’s back, ye qingge’s hand under the quilt suddenly loosened.

It was something she had held tightly ever since li beixiao fed her water, as if to remind herself not to sink into such tenderness.

It was said that people were the most vulnerable when they were sick. Ye qingge had a deep understanding of this at this moment.

A bowl of porridge and a serving of cold cucumber salad. Ye qingge was very full. When she ate, she knew that it was not made by the chef.

The cucumbers were cut in different sizes, and so were the pumpkins and sweet potatoes in the porridge.

She didn’t dare to think about it or ask if li beixiao had done it.

She just ate it with her head down and finished the entire bowl of porridge.

“Don’t eat if you’re not full. It’s too late for digestion!”

Li beixiao gently wiped the corner of ye qingge’s mouth with his thumb, his words full of love.

“I’m full! Little uncle, thank you!” Her little face was still red, and the words she said were hot, but not as hot as before.

“I made this porridge and side dishes!”

Ye qingge did not ask and did not say anything. Li beixiao could not hold it in any longer. It was his first time cooking. He should get some praise.

There was a hint of childishness on his cold face.

I know. I can tell that it wasn’t made by a chef just by looking at the different levels of knife skills. So, thank you, uncle!

Ye qingge raised her small face and smiled weakly. Her curved eyebrows and eyes were very attractive.

Li beixiao’s Adam’s apple could not help but move ...

“It’s not good?” His knife skills were indeed not good, and he almost cut his hand. Some things were easy to imagine, but not so easy to do.

“Little uncle didn’t eat? It’s quite delicious!”

Ye qingge’s Black eyes rolled. She felt that li beixiao’s gaze was about to eat her up.

How did that saying go? you’re soft-spoken after eating someone’s mouth, so you can’t say such unkind words without being polite.

“I’ll try it!” Li beixiao smiled as he leaned over and whispered in ye qingge’s ear.

Ye qingge only felt a slight itch in her ear, and her breathing became rapid. She dodged, but her body was imprisoned.

“No more! They were all eaten by me ...”

Ye qingge’s lips were sealed before she could finish.

Unlike the domineering and strong kiss of the past, this kiss was extremely gentle.

little uncle, my relatives haven’t left ...

Ye qingge’s little hand was between li beixiao’s chest and her.

She could feel that his breathing was already messed up. It would be too dangerous to continue kissing him.

Therefore, ye qingge said that without thinking.

Li beixiao, who had just calmed down a little, heard such a soft sentence. His deep eyes darkened even more.

“You’re a Vixen, a torturous Little Vixen!”

As soon as he finished speaking, li beixiao sealed ye qingge’s lips again with an overbearing manner, as if he could not wait to eat this little woman up.

No one should think about her, and she shouldn’t even think about seducing anyone. This woman was his for the rest of his life.

Ye qingge was kissed until she was dizzy. She knew that she had fallen for li beixiao’s kiss. She had defended her position with all her might, but li beixiao had won her over.

Some emotions can’t be controlled just because you want to. Many times, the emotions that we try to suppress and ignore will burst out once the dam is broken.

The next day.

When ye qingge woke up, li beixiao was not there. She was thinking about last night, when she was in his arms and his deep and affectionate words.

She pretended to be asleep and ignored him with her eyes closed.

She was afraid that she would not know how to face him when she woke up.

In the end, they still ended up together. She had said before that even if she didn’t get together with Nancheng, she would still be together with him.

She would never have been with li beixiao, but now they were together ...

When she walked out of li beixiao’s room, li Mumu also happened to come out of her room.

“Morning, mom. Did dad bully you? I already warned him that you’re sick and told him to control himself. I don’t know if he can control himself!”

The words spoken by the handsome li Mumu were like those of an adult. With a teasing tone and a mischievous smile on her face, she was particularly dazzling.

Ye qingge was not a bashful person, but after hearing li Mumu’s words, she blushed.

“Who did you learn these words from?” How could he be so mature at such a young age?

...

“With my brother Feng!” He held ye qingge’s hand and went downstairs together.

“Feng Yan?” Her intuition told her that it was Feng Yan, not Feng Xi ...

Feng Yan and Feng Xi? Was there a relationship between them?

“You know my brother Feng too? Don’t tell me that my brother Feng is also chasing you? Then my dad will be busy!”

Li Mumu laughed sneakily. He had a good relationship with brother Feng!

He was stuck in the middle!

“You’re on good terms with Feng Yan?”

Ye qingge felt really confused. The relationship between li Beichen and Feng Yan was what she was most confused about.

She wanted to ask li beixiao why he had come to provoke her even though he and Feng Yan were a couple. What was his sexual orientation?

well, okay, but he has a bad relationship with my father. I’m in a difficult position!

“Have you seen your mother?” In fact, ye qingge was very curious about who Mumu’s mother was.

...

“Aren’t you my mother? Aren’t you my biological mother?”

Li Mumu’s little hand held ye qingge’s hand tightly, her cold face extremely serious.

There was no other emotion in his eyes. They were so cold.

At this moment, ye qingge could feel Mumu’s coldness. The question she asked made him feel uneasy.

He was certain that she was his mother, and she asked him about his biological mother, and he asked her if she was his biological mother?

Ye qingge knew that she was wrong. A child’s feelings could be so firm and persistent. She was really wrong.

“Yes! Mom won’t ask again. I won’t say anymore. I’m wrong!”