Sweetheart is about to kneel down in front of this stubborn young master. Please, cutting a small and shallow wound is not just a broken arm. Is it necessary to be more fragile than the aunt who comes to the girl?

"Stop making trouble," she said helplessly.

"You can do it if you don't care about me, then I'll watch you eat." He Jiaming calmly crossed his hands and looked at her with a eager look.

This look... Sweetheart was speechless, so she had to pretend that she was blind and could not even see her.

He Jiaming stared at her eating oysters and snails, steaks after eating snails, salmon after eating steaks, and tiramisu after eating salmon. Anyway, she just didn't look up.

"Gurgle..." Young Master He shouted in a bad mood.

Sweetheart is going crazy, she looked up at He Jiaming.

He Jiaming looked embarrassed and rubbed his nose and looked at the sky: "I'm really hungry, who told you to ignore me?"

Is this person a little bit fucked? He is so cute that he is a childish temper. Sweetheart advised silently: "Eat a good meal, please, can you?"

He Jiaming said proudly: "My uncle, I must have someone to feed me when I am injured, otherwise I won't eat it."

"Then you're hungry." Sweetheart was very sympathetic.

"How can you do this!" He Jiaming was immediately unhappy, "If this is Qinglang, you will definitely not say anything and want to feed him to the mouth!"

"That's a must, because he is my husband!" Sweetheart faced tit.

He Jiaming felt so depressed. No matter what, he had to let Sweetheart feed him today, otherwise he would be angry with her to death. What's the point of being reserved for feeding her?

"Don't you like being a nurse? Suppose I'm a patient now-"

"I have never seen such a rosy patient."

"... Then what do you mean is that I need to mess with myself?" He Jiaming picked up the knife again!

Sweetheart threw away the fork and held his hand in an instant: "Wait a minute, I'll feed you."

Damn, this person is so scary, isn't it? Sweetheart has had some sequelae since he self-harm. This guy is a little unpolite to his body. What if he is really angry and then cuts his sword?

He Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief in an instant - I said it earlier! I am not willing to pretend to be self-harm in front of you again and again, making you look like a woman!

Sweetheart pulled over the chair and sat in front of He Jiaming awkwardly. It was really worth her death ten thousand times. She sincerely felt that she was very sorry for Qinglang, and she had to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But He Jiaming has been pestering him for a long time and has no choice but to watch him starve...

So, just feeding, it shouldn't be anything?

What's more, he had helped himself so much before, just treat it as a favor to others?

Sweetheart tried hard to find a way for himself in his heart, and finally picked up a spoonful of soup, held the bowl in one hand and delivered it to him carefully: "Open your mouth."

He Jiaming opened his mouth happily, wishing he could even eat sweetheart. Sweetheart trembled and brought the soup to his mouth. As soon as he touched He Jiaming, he became furious: "It's burning to death! Are you trying to murder me!"

"I didn't know this thing would be so hot..." Sweetheart held her forehead speechlessly.

He Jiaming's mouth was almost burned, and he pinched sweetheart's face: "You did it on purpose!"

"I'm not so idle when I intentionally wool! I'm just careless! I'll just blow it for you!" Sweetheart helped him cool the soup in the spoon like a hardworking little maid and then fed it to him.

The temperature was just right this time, and He Jiaming obviously stopped silly and focused on drinking soup.

Sweetheart sighed in her heart - it probably wasn't that hard to raise a baby...

Sweetheart fed him several sips of the soup, and He Jiaming had an objection again: "Do you keep giving me clear soup and water? Are you going to starve me to death?"

"..." Sweetheart had to put down the soup bowl again, "Why are you so difficult to serve?"

"It's obvious that you don't care!" He Jiaming protested irritably.

Sweetheart picked up the pasta, turned the fork and rolled up a few pieces, and said to He Jiaming: "Open your mouth."

He Jiaming looked at her face that was close to her, and her focused eyes suddenly felt a little bit unsuccessful and his heartbeat was a little faster!

There are also some mouths that can't be opened!

"Open your mouth." Sweetheart urged him again.

"Of course I know I have to open my mouth, don't urge me!" He Jiaming answered nervously.

Sweetheart saw his face getting redder and redder, and he was wondering in his heart - just eating pasta, why did he do so excitedly?

He Jiaming didn't know which point he was poked. He suddenly felt that "opening his mouth" seemed very difficult to do very elegantly. Eating pasta is not like drinking soup. Just a small sip. You must open a large sip to ensure that all the noodles are in your mouth!

But will the big mouth open in front of this little girl...will it affect the image a bit too much?

Mr. He, who pays great attention to appearance, is confused!

"Hurry up, open your mouth, why are you standing there?" Sweetheart pushed him.

He Jiaming came to his senses and opened his mouth a little reluctantly.

"How can I get in at such a young age?" said sweetheart!

He Jiaming thought wrongly in an instant! Damn he almost blurted out, "I'm not small at all, my size is amazing!"

"Open your mouth wider, hurry up, it will cool down later." Sweetheart patiently persuaded him, as if he was coaxing a child.

He Jiaming had no choice but to open his mouth a little wider, which hurts a lot.

Sweetheart carefully stuffed the noodles into He Jiaming's mouth, and the tomato sauce rubbed against the corner of his mouth. He stammered in discomfort: "It's rubbing against me!"

"I'll wipe it for you later. How can I be so accurate? Have you eaten your meal with peace of mind!" Sweetheart answered very rudely!

He Jiaming was really convinced. This girl was obediently like a sheep in front of Qinglang. She was completely a furious little lion in front of him. She was irritable and unconscionable and impatient. She was so terrible!

Sweetheart fed a few more sips, and He Jiaming glared at him again protested: "Can't you give me some soup? I'll choke me to death if I keep eating dried food?"

"You are too difficult to serve. You can't drink it or eat it. Do you believe it or not, I pour the cream soup into your pasta and stir it for you to mix it?" Sweetheart was crazy.

Unexpectedly, He Jiaming was stunned after hearing this suggestion.

"What?" Sweetheart looked at him suspiciously.

"Will that taste delicious?" He Jiaming was caught off guard and actually felt a little curious about the smell!

That must be not delicious. The cream soup mixed with tomato sauce is simply a dark dish. But when Sweetheart saw He Jiaming looking expectant, she suddenly wanted to make trouble.

"It should be delicious, I remember I've heard it before." She answered seriously.

He Jiaming's IQ wished he could drop to a negative number, but he actually urged her: "You mix it together, I'll try it."

"..." Sweetheart was speechless. This could be fooled. Is there any common sense? She had to make a small plate, put a little noodles, pour a tablespoon of cream soup, stir it up, and deliver it to his mouth.

He Jiaming tasted it and said in surprise: "Huh? It seems to be really delicious."
Chapter completed!