The host always wants to flirt with the villain after being bad

When Feng Limo came over with the cheese cake, he happened to see Jiang Tingting sitting at the table with his face in his hands, staring at the cup and bowl in front of him resentfully.

The young man stepped forward lightly, and stuffed a small piece of the cheese cake in his hand into Jiang Tingting's mouth.

Ginger felt sweet and soft, and subconsciously opened his mouth to swallow it. The pastry was silky and tender, with a very sandy texture.

"Is it delicious?" Feng Limo looked at the woman with a smile showing his big white teeth.

Tasty but not as good as chicken thighs.

Jiang Tingting pursed her mouth, did not speak, and continued to complain.

Feng Limo had never seen her sullen and aggrieved expression before, and felt strange for a while, it was so cute.

"This is who messed with my little princess."

The young man placed the remaining pieces of cheesecake on the table. He said this directly, without going through the brain, and realized what he was talking about after a while. He had already recognized her as his own .

Jiang Tingting's lips squirmed, and just about to say it, Ruomian came in. After a salute, seeing that her princess hadn't eaten yet, she frowned unconsciously, and then sighed helplessly.

"Princess, why haven't you eaten yet?"

Ruomian stepped forward to touch the medicinal porridge, it was already cold.

"Princess, my servant will go to the kitchen to warm you up."

"I don't want to eat this." Jiang heard aggrieved.

Ruomian held the cup and bowl, earnestly speaking.

"Princess, you are not in good health, you have to..."

Ruomian didn't say anything, but Feng Limo frowned and interrupted.

"Didn't you understand? She doesn't want to eat, so hurry up and take it."

The boy's brows are somewhat fierce, Ruomian is more afraid of Feng Limo, this little prince in the grassland looks quite savage, as if he is about to hit someone after a few words.

Ruomian had no choice but to evacuate under Feng Limo's sharp gaze with the porridge in his hand.

Feng Limo looked at Jiang Tingting, his expression became faster than flipping through a book, he was so soft, he stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Tingting, as if he didn't think he was close enough, he picked her up and let her sit on his lap, smile.

"Sick man, what's the matter? I've never seen you so wronged. I don't want to eat porridge. I want to get it for you."

Jiang Tingting raised her hand to hug Feng Limo's neck, this was really the first time she was so proactive, those rippling peach blossom eyes seemed to be shattered by stars, very eye-catching.

Feng Limo's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he put his big hand on Jiang Tingting's waist.

"Ok?"

Jiang Tingting looked at him helplessly, completely unaware that he was using his appearance to commit crimes.

"I want to eat chicken legs."

The voice is soft and light, like crying.

Feng Limo's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and the tips of his ears were reddish, as if he was hugging a rose that belonged only to him, a rose that restrained all thorns and showed him a soft side.

"Drumsticks." Jiang listened and said again, her expression was really unbearable.

Feng Limo blushed slightly, looked away and pretended to cough.

"It's just chicken legs, okay."

When Jiang heard the words, in Feng Limo's invisible field of vision, the corners of Jiang's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of success.

This is not easy to get.

Was she wronged, did she cry, she pretended.

……

Feng Limo took Jiang Tingting to leave the royal court, went to the market, and found a restaurant.

Looking at Jiang Tingting with his eyes bent, he killed two chicken legs in one fell swoop, then stretched out his hand in vain, and put the millet porridge next to him.

"Okay, I can't eat it, eat this."

Jiang Tingting blinked and looked at Feng Limo.

"...It's useless to be cute."