Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1784 - 1787: Days When Boss Ling and Mao Mao Vied for Attention 4

"Is it really that Mao Mao kisses you more passionately than I do?" Hua Hua held two comparison photos for Ling Yin to see.

Seeing the accusations on Weibo, Ling Yin felt completely wronged. He had a cold and didn’t want to pass the virus to Hua Hua, so he just gave Hua Hua a light kiss on the cheek. But Mao Mao dared to stick out its entire tongue and intimately lick Hua Hua’s hand back. How could the dog do that?

This hand back should also be kissed by him only; it felt like his possession was being occupied by someone else.

The possessiveness in Ling Yin’s heart was growing so strong that even he hadn’t noticed.

"Hmph, it’s really not true love after all." Hua Hua said as he entered the house.

Is wifey angry?

Ling Yin glanced lightly at Mao Mao, it was all this little brat’s fault, fighting for affection with him. Why did he bring a dog home to compete for affection with him that day?

Determinedly, Ling Yin put down the book he was holding and followed Hua Hua into the house. He found Hua Hua sitting there with legs crossed, watching TV. Instead of going directly over, he went to the fridge, took out some fruit, made a fruit platter with artistic arrangement, and brought it over to Hua Hua.

He sat down, holding a fork, and offered a slice of yellow peach to Hua Hua’s mouth.

Hua Hua lazily opened his mouth, eating the fruit while placing his legs on Ling Yin’s lap, holding a pillow, and focusing on the TV. On the LCD screen, there was a fashion show going on.

All bikinis.

Quite the view. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Look at that woman, her figure is amazing."

Ling Yin followed the voice and couldn’t help saying, "Why is her chest so big?"

"You don’t like them big?" Hua Hua was surprised.

Ling Yin’s mind suddenly went blank, even scaring himself. He suddenly felt that big chests weren’t good, even though he used to like watching women with big chests.

All men have that little hobby, liking those two mounds, the bigger the better.

When did it happen that he found Hua Hua’s flatness quite nice? When did his aesthetic preferences become this twisted?

Seeing Ling Yin not respond, Hua Hua stuck a seedless grape into his mouth and chewed: "Clearly big ones look better and you actually don’t like them big?"

Ling Yin snapped back to reality, chuckling: "Two little dumplings actually look better, and playing with them feels especially neat and cute."

Hua Hua rolled his eyes: "You’re really something! No wonder you like me, turns out you like little dumplings."

Ling Yin: "..."

Actually, I used to think big ones looked better.

"That woman in No. 11 has a great figure too, but not as good as the models I work with," Hua Hua commented while watching the fashion show. Ling Yin pulled him into his arms, holding tight, "No. 13 has a pretty good figure."

"Number 13?" Hua Hua looked at the number tag, looked twice, indeed very good, but then turned his head: "Better than me?"

Hmph, dare to say another woman has a great figure in front of him.

Completely forgot he was the one who wanted to comment first!

Truly double standards!

Ling Yin’s eyes laughed as he denied, "Of course, you’re more perfect." Perfect enough not to let go while holding in his arms.

"Hmph, I knew you liked to say sweet things," Hua Hua felt proudly inside, but verbally said it discontentedly.

"What are we having for lunch?" Hua Hua changed the topic, switching channels.