Yong Ren delivered the porridge and dishes to the presidential suite.
Eva Nightingale propped her chin up, looking like she had no appetite: "Hubby, I don't want to eat."
"Hm?" The man decided to serve the porridge himself. Then, he stirred it with a spoon, making sure it wasn't too hot, before gently bringing it to her mouth, coaxing, "Baby~ drink it up."
Coax her.
In his lifetime, he only coaxed his wife, lowered his pride, and patiently coaxed her. No choice, she's his wife, if he doesn't coax her, who will?
When she's happy, his heart feels joyful.
Moreover, she's carrying his little buns, and she's gotten so thin lately. He planned to put aside some work during this time, eat with her, and let her nurture the fetus properly.
She's carrying a pair of little buns.
A boy and a girl.
Yes, he's quite impressed with himself. His genes are so strong, producing a pair at once.
The man curled his lips mischievously: "Wifey, good girl, drink more."
