The errand runner delivered the meal in time, but the porridge was still hot.

He Mingqiu drank porridge in a small sip and greeted Fan Yetao who was standing by the window.

"Brother Fan will eat together."

Fan Yetao's eyes reflected the dim lights, and his tough and handsome face slightly turned to He Mingqiu.

His voice was warm, "Xiao Yi eat first, I'm not hungry."

He didn't expect that a box of porridge would be so small, and if he ate it, the child might not be full.

When he was in the army, he could hold on for several days and nights without eating, so there was no need to compete with the children for porridge.

The child is thin and weak, but his mouth feels a little fleshy, so he still needs to raise it well.

Give it more energy and energy.

"You have to eat something if you are not hungry." He Mingqiuba couldn't do some intimate love with Fan Yetao, and said excitedly: "Brother Fan is here, I'll feed you, I'll take a bite of it."

Fan Yetao was stunned, with a slight shame on his face.

Although he was very moved by He Mingqiu's feelings, he was more than ten years older than his child. How could he let the child feed him food?

Fan Yetao politely refused, "I had eaten before meeting Xiaoyi, but I was not hungry."

"Brother Fan, do you dislike only one spoon and don't want to share the porridge with me?"

Because the errand runner was too impatient, he only took one portion of the tableware, and He Mingqiu happened to use the tableware to talk about it.

The boy's little fleshy face was bulging when drinking porridge, and his white and tender skin looked even more transparent under the light. It may be because of his excessive excitement, his eyes were bright red, filled with grievances and uneasiness.

Fan Yetao was questioned and panicked.

How can a child think of him like this?

His starting point has always been for the good of children.

It's just that the child is stupid and doesn't understand him.

With a long legs and a tall figure, Fan Yetao walked to He Mingqiu's bed, with a handsome face full of pampering, "I don't dislike it."

"If you don't dislike me, open your mouth."

He Mingqiu scooped a spoonful of white and soft rice porridge, and the fragrant smell of rice lingered between the two of them.

He pouted his rosy mouth and blew it gently on the porridge, "Hey, it's not hot."

Fan Yetao felt warm in his heart. He lowered his head and bit the spoon with a smile, and swallowed the porridge into his mouth.

He has to eat it even if he doesn't.

Not eating means disgust.

He couldn't make the child unhappy, so he had to accept the child's kindness.

"Brother Fan, there is a grain of rice in the corner of your mouth." He Mingqiu stared at Fan Yetao's face for a while, put the porridge between his legs, and then approached Fan Yetao's little face, "I'll help you remove it."

He immediately approached Fan Yetao, and both of them pressed their noses together.

Fan Yetao was unexpectedly surprised, and lowered his hand beside him and suddenly clenched into a fist. As the two of them sniffed, they slowly tightened.

He hardly dared to look at He Mingqiu, his eyes were erratic and his body was as stiff as a zombie.

"Xiao Yi, you..."

The warm touch was triggered by the mouth, and the white and soft little hands were about to part with his skin.

"Brother Fan, don't be nervous, I'm not hurting you." He Mingqiu laughed out loud, with her bright and ostentatious little face, amazingly beautiful.

He raised his hand and said, "Everyone said it, it's help~"

Fan Yetao blushed in embarrassment.

In order to find his face, he said with a stern face: "I'm not nervous, but I'm afraid that Xiao Yi's movements will be too large, so he knocked over the porridge in the box and couldn't eat enough."

"No, I have a very small appetite."

He Mingqiu naturally threw the rice grains in his hand into his mouth, "I'll be full after drinking a few sips, so I asked Brother Fan to eat with me."

"It is not easy for farmers to grow food, and it is not good to waste it."

Upon hearing this, Fan Yetao felt lost.

It was because I couldn't eat it, so I invited him to eat it. It was not because I thought that he felt sorry for him and didn't eat...

Thinking of this, Fan Yetao's heart suddenly missed.

etc!

just!

Did the child eat the rice grains from his mouth just now?

!

They kissed indirectly?

Fan Yetao's slightly red face turned red, and his bronze skin could not cover his shame.

Seeing that Fan Yetao stood still like a sculpture, He Mingqiu took a sip of porridge, scooped a spoon and handed it to Fan Yetao's lips.

"Brother Fan, open your mouth."

The boy's soft words, the fragrant body when approaching, and the rice porridge that was unexpectedly sweet on his lips...

Fan Yetao's heart was relieved.

He opened his mouth and ate the second spoonful of porridge.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, or if the porridge is sweet, the rice grains are getting more and more fragrant when chewing them in my mouth.

It's better than any big meal he's ever eaten.

"Brother Fan, this porridge is so sweet. It's very beautiful without having to pair it with pickles."

He Mingqiu's pink tongue rolled up a spoonful of porridge and sighed intoxication.

Fan Yetao's Adam's apple moved and nodded in agreement, "Xiao Yi eats more. If you like it, I'll order it tomorrow."

"Yeah." He Mingqiu laughed and said, "Brother Fan, do you know why this porridge is so sweet?"

This problem stumped Fan Yetao.

He rarely settles on things outside.

When it is really inconvenient, you will just click it casually to fill your stomach.

He never paid attention to the taste of the food outside.

Fan Yetao thought about it, "Maybe the master who makes porridge is very skilled."

"wrong!"

He Mingqiu shook his head, "Brother Fan thinks about it again."

"Xiao Yi, I can't think of it." Fan Yetao's mind was filled with commanders and professional knowledge in the company. How could he solve the problem of "why is porridge so sweet?"

Because of adding white sugar?

"I'm so stupid, Brother Fan can't even think of this."

He Mingqiu scooped a spoonful of rice porridge and savored it carefully, with his eyebrows and eyes smiling, "The porridge is very ordinary, and the reason for its sweetness lies in Brother Fan."

"Brother Fan's company adds the soul of the porridge."

The crackling rain outside the window turned into a drizzle, which fluttered on the window glass, and combined with the elongated sound when the wind blew the gap in the window into a wonderful symphony.

In this not-so-silent atmosphere, Fan Yetao heard his messy heartbeat.

It's very big, like thunder.

It is because of him that the porridge is sweet.

The child is telling him in disguise that he regards him as a very important person?

Or, expressing other meanings...

Fan Yetao's palm clenched his fists and felt a wet sweat.

He suddenly remembered the content of "Instructions for Love (1).

——"When you fall in love with someone, you will feel relaxed and happy no matter what you do with the other person."

"Even if you share the same ordinary food, you will subconsciously add a thick layer of love filter to the food, making you feel that the food is very unique."

Fan Yetao's palms were even more moist.

How could he think of this content?

Just being fed a porridge... you can think of messy things...

he……
Chapter completed!