Chapter 92 I Don't Abuse My Beloved Woman

Kian looked at her for a while and had to compromise.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I have a stomachache. I want some gruel."

Stomachache...

Kian sighed, nodded and started the car.

She liked to see him drive. The first time they met. A tall and handsome man like him, would drive so attentively and carefully, which made her feel a little cute.

But now, he had adapted to the domestic traffic situation. He drove smoothly and steadily, and his attitude was relaxed and composed, which was more in line with his temperament.

"I'll take you to see you a doctor after

thing as I do," she looked at the vegetable gruel in front of him and said, "I'll order some meat and other dishes for you."

She was about to call the waiter.

"No." He stretched out his long arm and stopped her hand in the air. Then he pressed it again and held it in his palm.

Myra was stunned.

Kian looked sullen and said in a low voice, "You eat gruel and ask me to eat meat? Even if I don't care what others think of me, I can't accept it myself. Besides, you also like eating meat. Don't you feel uncomfortable seeing me eat it front of you? I am not used to abuse my beloved woman like that."