Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1773 - 1776: Boss Ling Has Two Little Cuties at Home 1

Ling Yin’s eyes were filled with an intoxicating smile, a feeling of happiness enveloping his entire being.

He stopped talking and focused on drinking his porridge.

The room was warm, and Hua Hua had intentionally set the central air conditioning to a high temperature. He took off his light jacket, leaving only a light beige shirt, yawned, and sat there pouring himself a glass of milk, drinking it.

Hua Hua adored drinking milk and even more enjoyed taking milk baths, believing it made his skin feel amazing.

As Ling Yin watched him drink milk, and occasionally stick his tongue out to lick the rim of the cup, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. He finally understood why the boss had looked like he wanted to swallow An Ying whole when he watched her drink milk—it was an unbearable itch.

When An Ying ate dessert, she loved to lick the spoon clean. Her adorableness was oblivious to how much allure she exuded, always prompting the boss to shoo everyone out the next moment. As for what he did behind closed doors... enough to write an 800,000-word non-highbrow plot!

No one expected Hua Hua to have such little habits sometimes, nor whether it showed that his own tongue was nimble, as he slowly licked from one side of his lips to the other, making Ling Yin feel warmer all over.

Unconsciously, Ling Yin leaned forward, moved his face closer to Hua Hua, and gave him a peck on the lips, almost causing Hua Hua to choke.

Hua Hua set the milk glass aside, raised his hand, pinched Ling Yin’s ear, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ling Yin sheepishly pleaded for mercy, his face turning red immediately.

Hua Hua knew that a pinch on his ear would make him blush to the roots.

Kindly releasing him, he said, "Patients need to abstain! Don’t entertain naughty thoughts, or I’ll smack you!"

With an excellent attitude, Ling Yin admitted his mistake. After this, he didn’t try to touch Hua Hua again and finished the bowl of porridge, asking, "Hua Hua, is there any more?"

"There’s some in the pot."

Ling Yin swiftly helped himself to another bowl; he ended up having three bowls, making Hua Hua laugh and cry: "Aren’t you afraid of bursting?"

It was the first time his wife cooked porridge for him; he’d drink till he burst if he had to.

Ling Yin’s stomach was bulging by now. Before leaving for work, as Hua Hua buttoned his shirt, the buttons stretched tightly, and Hua Hua said speechlessly: "Look at you. Keep on drinking like this, and you’ll get a beer belly!"

"A beer belly is lower down. I call this my Hua-fed tummy." He gazed tenderly at Hua Hua, relishing the rare moment of him tying his tie for him. When he was at the door, being seen off, he got into the car but turned back after every few steps, leaving his briefcase, then quickly came back out from the car.

"Did you forget something?" Hua Hua asked.

But Ling Yin just hugged him tightly, kissed his cheek, and couldn’t help but softly say, "Hua Hua, I love you very much."

This voice seemed to come from the depths of his soul, slightly hoarse, but pure without a trace of insincerity.

Hua Hua pouted and pushed him gently: "Oh, I know."

Ling Yin was reluctant to let him go, savoring this rare experience of being seen off to work by his wife at the door, something he had never felt before; who knew it could be so wonderful, basking in the morning sun, sweetness filling him from within.

"I’ll treat you to lunch outside today."

Hua Hua responded with a simple "Oh," thinking about it: "Forget it, I might sleep until the afternoon, but remember to take your medicine. I’ve put the cold medicine in your briefcase—two red pills at a time, one white pill at a time, all to be taken after meals. Remember to take them yourself, and I won’t text you a reminder."

"Why are you suddenly so caring?" Ling Yin hardly felt like going to work.