Chapter 889： Ding, your vinegar jar is online! (16)

When the clip was almost, Ye Jue put down the chopsticks in his hand and picked up the small spoon made of ceramic.

He scooped a spoonful of food and handed it to Feng Qian's lips.

Feng Qian looked at him with a strange look on his face.

Ye Jue said expressionlessly, "I'll feed you."

Feng Qian naturally wouldn't refuse to be fed.

She opened her mouth, took the spoon, and rolled the meal into her mouth.

Ye Jue cooperated with the girl's movements.

After that, the feeding action is repeated mechanically.

By the time she finished eating a bowl of rice, Feng Qian rubbed her belly, she was almost full.

Ye Jue was about to take another bowl of rice and continue to feed it, but Feng Qian held his hand.

He looked at her suspiciously, and in the beautiful peach blossom eyes, the original Youhan's eyes were a little softer.

"I'm full... hiccup..."

This hiccup, she really couldn't hold back and blew it out.

Ye Jue gave Feng Qian a faint glance, and put down the rice bowl in his hand.

He leaned over to reach for an empty bowl, and Feng Qian was caught between him and the dining table.

In order to avoid the tragedy of being sandwiched into meat patties, Feng Qian leaned against Ye Jue and hugged tightly.

After Ye Jue got the bowl, he shifted his direction and leaned slightly to reach for the spoon.

The man's white fingertips held the handle of the spoon and slowly filled the empty bowl with soup.

The temperature of the soup was just right, Ye Jue picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of pork ribs soup, and was about to bring it to Feng Qian's lips.

He lowered his eyes and saw that the girl's head was pressed against his chest, and her arms were holding his waist tightly.

Feng Qian felt the shard's gaze, so he slowly retracted his hand and sat down.

Like a kid who did something wrong.

Ye Jue remained silent, continued the movement in his hand, and handed the spoon to Feng Qian's lips.

So, next, Feng Qian was fed a bowl of soup by the debris again.

After the little girl was full, she wanted to pat her **** and leave.

As soon as he moved, he wanted to go down, but someone grabbed his waist with one hand and pulled it back.

Ye Jue lowered his eyes and glanced at the blank-faced little girl, then continued to pick up a bowl of rice and pick up the dishes as before.

After clamping, Ye Jue handed the bowl and spoon to Feng Qian.

"It's your turn to feed me."

Feng Qian has a question mark on his face.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.

Being fed also has to be repaid!

Feng Qian took the bowl and spoon and found that this spoon was the one she just ate, so she took the spoon and tilted her head, intending to put the spoon back and take another unused one.

But in the next second, her head was smashed back by Ye Jue, and she didn't have time to do anything.

Ye Jue frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and said, "Hey me."

Feng Qian looked at the spoon and then at the fragments.

Fine.

Just hello.

In the next time, Feng Qian fed the pieces one by one, and after the meal, Ye Jue poured himself a bowl of soup and let Feng Qian continue to feed.

By the time the feeding was over, Feng Qian's arms were sore.

After dinner, Ye Jue didn't put down Feng Qian, and carried the person upstairs with no expression on his face.

Feng Qian found that the debris did not take her to the room after she woke up, but to the other direction.

After opening the bedroom door, Ye Jue hugged Feng Qian and walked straight to the bathroom.

Feng Qian had a confused look on his face, and was put down immediately.

Everything is ready in the bathroom.

After Ye Jue put him down, he walked out and closed the door for Feng Qian by the way.

Feng Qian: "..."

A man's magnetic and pleasant voice came from outside: "Can I do it myself?"

Feng Qian: "!"

ha?

What the hell?

"I can!"

"Um."