Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1431: The Story of Ling and Heng (674)

Feng Ling's love for hot pot was the same as before. After walking through so many places in the past two months, she still chose to return to Shu Chuan. However, because she was pregnant, Li Nanheng only allowed her to eat hot pot twice a week. Furthermore, it had to be slightly spicy. If it was too spicy, she had to use clear water to eat it. There had to be both meat and vegetables in the hot pot. Even if she had to eat hot pot, she had to pay attention to the nutrients.

This man, who was as agile as a wolf or a leopard, nagged every day. The key was that she didn't know when he had exchanged phone numbers with Auntie Chen, but when he had nothing to do, he would call Auntie Chen to ask her about all sorts of things to take note of after she got pregnant and how to take care of her emotions. Her body, mind, body, food, and everything else.

Feng Ling happened to hear the great Boss Li listening to Auntie Chen's teaching through the phone. He even took notes. She looked at the notes he had written and was speechless: "…"

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Ever since Qin Siting had issued a death order, in the first three months of her pregnancy, which meant that he was not allowed to touch Feng Ling until she was twelve weeks pregnant, Li Nanheng was like an old monk. Every day, he only cared about her food and accommodation, but when she slept, he was absolutely obedient.

However, as soon as the curse was lifted, on the night after Feng Ling had been pregnant for twelve whole weeks, Li Nanheng went to the bathroom to wash himself until he smelled good. When he came to the bed, he held Feng Ling in his arms. Feng Ling wanted to say that even though it had been three months, she still had to pay more attention in the end. However, Li Nanheng insisted that Qin Siting and the obstetricians in the hospital said that it would be fine after three months. As long as they paid more attention and did not indulge too much, they would be fine. He pointed at the bedroom light and swore that he would be gentler. Then he buried his head in her chest and lamented that in the future, the children would likely be like Mo Jingshen and Ji Nuan's. They would often be entangled in the same bed, and their small world would become smaller and smaller. Right now, they needed to cherish their time.

In the end, Feng Ling could not take it anymore and gave in under his strong arms.

In fact, she knew that Li Nanheng was Li Nanheng after all. He was not Mo Jingshen. If their child dared to disturb his sleep, he would probably kick the child off the bed mercilessly.

Thinking about this scene, Feng Ling felt that it was necessary to put the children by the elders' side. Otherwise, the children might be bullied by their own father.

That night, Li Nanheng did use a little less force. However, he had endured for too long. One time was not enough, so he had to do it again. However, he could not bring her to the bathroom as he pleased. He was afraid that she would be in danger, so he kept torturing her on the bed. It was only when Feng Ling was really tired and sleepy that he left with a look of hunger.

Feng Ling's biological clock was still on time. Although she was a little tired last night, she slept well and woke up at six in the morning.

Recently, she and Li Nanheng had been staying in the top-floor suite of a star hotel in Shu Chuan. It was a luxury suite with a kitchen where they could cook. Occasionally, they would eat the hotel's food, and occasionally, they would have a sudden impulse to cook.

Recently, Feng Ling also had a symptom of pregnancy, which was that she strangely loved eating dumplings. In the past, she hadn't eaten much. Previously, she had eaten at Auntie Chen's place. Afterward, when she went to the Changbai Mountains, she had also eaten dumplings with chives, eggs, and prawns. It was so delicious that she missed the taste every few days. Thus, after returning from eating hot pot yesterday, she took Li Nanheng to the nearby supermarket to buy a lot of flour and ingredients.

Auntie Chen had indeed taught her, but she didn't know if hers would taste good, so she got up early to prepare.

Li Nanheng was still sleeping when he heard a whistling sound in the kitchen. It rang for a long time. Feng Ling had just called Auntie Chen and Auntie Chen had taught her how to make dumplings. She was chopping the dumplings and was preparing to make them.

Although Li Nanheng was satisfied last night, he watched Feng Ling sleep in his arms in the latter half of the night. He was still stiff for a few hours in the latter half of the night, but he was afraid that she was pregnant and couldn't take it, so he took several cold showers. He was also afraid that the cold air would keep her cold. After showering, he sat in the living room for a while and went to lie down by her side when his body was warm. After tossing and turning for a long time, he finally fell asleep when it was almost dawn. Right now, he was really sleepy.

By the time Li Nanheng woke up, Feng Ling had already prepared the noodles. She sat by the dining table and wrapped the dumplings. The room was quiet. It was raining outside, and there was a layer of water and mist on the windows.

Feng Ling was dressed in a beige loungewear. Her figure was as thin as Ji Nuan's, and even though she had been pregnant for three months, her belly was still flat. It was said that most people who were thin show their belly after four months.

The woman was focused on pinching the dumplings. She was still a beginner when it came to dumplings. The stuffing was ready, but the dumpling skin was not too round at the beginning. The dozen or so dumplings that she had made at the beginning still looked a bit unsightly, but the twenty or thirty behind were becoming more and more presentable. When she reached the fortieth, she only needed to use both hands to find the right place to squeeze, and a perfect, white, and fat dumpling was formed.

Back when Feng Ling was in the base, she especially liked guns. Now, she really liked to learn cooking. It was likely that there was nothing better than food that could make people feel the gift of ordinary life. She learned very quickly. Usually, as long as she liked something, she would be able to accept it quickly. Just like the dumplings, they were becoming more and more beautiful. The ones wrapped behind were all neatly arranged on the noodle table. Even before they were cooked, they were already making people drool.

Feng Ling's skillful hands were really amazing. It wasn't that Li Nanheng hadn't eaten this before. Especially in America, he wasn't too sensitive to the food in the country. However, when he saw Feng Ling casually tying her hair up with a rubber band and concentrating on making dumplings, his heart strangely felt full.

Li Nanheng stood by the bedroom door and watched the scene in the dining room. At this moment, his heart was perfectly surrounded by the quiet atmosphere.

Feng Ling seemed to be very satisfied with the dumplings she made. The small dimples on the sides of her lips were revealed because of her smile.

Li Nanheng stepped on the thick carpet and leaned over from the back. He held Feng Ling's waist loosely.

"You're awake? Uu…" Feng Ling knew it was him and did not turn around. However, the man suddenly leaned over and bit her lips. As he bit her, he kept kissing her and did not want to leave.