The Young Master’s Bride

Ye Qingge looked at Li Beichen's serious appearance and knew that he was not joking, this man was naive.

"It's naive, so cute, are you jealous?"

Ye Qingge squeezed Li Beichen's face, and said with a sweet smile, the brows and eyes were so beautiful.

Li Beichen had to say that the dress that Feng Yan chose was really beautiful, and it was so elegant and agile that Ye Qingge looked like an elf.

"Do you still use me? Can't you see that I'm jealous?"

Li Beichen asked with a calm face.

Ye Qingge wanted to say, how reserved is the eldest brother? Isn't this a normal conversation routine?

"Isn't this acting? It's not true, what's so jealous!"

"Tell me what kind of clothes you are wearing? The guys who ran out before and showed off their backs were taken advantage of by that guy!"

When Li Beichen said this, his Adam's apple couldn't help but slid, and under his eyes was the raging gully...

"It's pretty! It's the first time I have worn this kind of clothes, that... don't talk about it, I will treat your wound first!"

Ye Qingge looked at the flame and asked him to give himself the medicine box.

"You only now remember that you care about me? Huh?"

Li Beichen twisted his face, the meaning was obvious, he didn't want her to treat his wounds.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I care about you late, it's all my fault, can you forgive me?"

Ye Qingge carefully held Li Beichen's stern face, and said flatly.

It's really not easy for this man to coax him. It's not like a child. Give him a candy and he will laugh.

Li Beichen looked at Ye Qingge with a cold squint, and looked at her smiling face. He couldn't hold on anymore.

"Forgive you!"

Ben wanted to take the opportunity to ask for some benefits, but Li Beichen felt that it would be better to accept it.

Because the time has been a little longer, the blood at the corner of Li Beichen's mouth has solidified a bit, and Ye Qingge feels distressed.

Although there was color on his face, he still couldn't hide the steepness of Li Beichen.

"You said you are such a big person, and still so naive, does it hurt?"

Ye Qingge was very careful to clean the wound with a cotton swab for Li Beichen. Although it was just a fist hit, there were still **** areas and red and swollen areas.

"Yeah!" Li Beichen said a little aggrieved.

Flame felt that his husband had a toothache when he said the word "um".

Sir, can we not be so hypocritical? You have never suffered any injuries, and it hurts after hitting so many punches.

You are not afraid that Feng Shao will make fun of you if he hears it.

Ye Qingge would think Li Beichen was hypocritical, because he really thought he was in pain.

Therefore, the movements of his men were lighter, and the eyes filled with distress, almost crying.

After finishing Li Beichen's wound, Ye Qingge went to cook a bowl of noodles for him, and also cooked a bowl for Feng Yan by the way.

The two people were on the dining table again.

Ye Qingge felt a headache. By going to the bathroom, he went directly to the viewing room to watch a movie with the two children.

"If you continue to do this, she will be fed up with your naivety, and if she puts in my arms, I won't refuse!"

Feng Yan felt that everything Ye Qingge made was delicious, and said while eating.

"I can't stop your mouth even when you eat, and I never saw you talk so much when I was a kid!"

Li Beichen ate the noodles slowly, without raising his eyelids, he was too lazy to take care of you.

"When you were young, you didn't have such a thick skin, so hypocritical!"

When I was young, it seemed to be back to the past, the days when we were together.