Only you in my love

When Helen came out of the kitchen again, she saw Mr. John push the little girl against the table. She quickly raised her hand to cover her eyes.

"Oh, these young men." These young people couldn't help but making out with each other in the morning. Fortunately, the breakfast was not placed on the table, or they would be tired and have no appetite for food.

Helen turned around and went into the kitchen to make another bowl of porridge. When it was almost done, the noise outside became louder. Helen felt ashamed to hear that and put several red dates into the porridge.

About ten minutes later, it stopped outside.

Helen had been taking care of Mr. John for more than ten years. In these years, no woman could get close to Mr. John, let alone make out with him.

Helen took the opportunity to inform Sam. Until now she knew the woman that Mr. John brought back was his wife.

She was almost overjoyed.

Mr. John was thirty years old now. He had already established a family.

If there were a few more babies, the North Yard would be very lively.

Helen went out with two breakfasts, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mr. John and madam, it's time for breakfast."

John and Nina had already sat down. Nina was red, and she didn't dare to say a word. While John was in a good mood and kept smiling.

After this battle, John had already grasped a rule. This little girl were the most clingy when she were drunk, and was the most obedient when they came to physical communication.

From now on, if she wanted to hit him, he would let her to drink. If she wanted to scold him, he would gag her mouth.

"Mr. John, this is the seafood porridge you want. Madam, this is your red date porridge." Helen brought the porridge to the front of the two and set up other breakfast.

With a red face and lowering her head, Nina suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the milk, bread, eggs, bacon and fruits on the table. She thought that the breakfast was really healthy. Because Nina didn't have dinner last night, her stomach began to protest. She began to eat red date porridge.

She didn't dare to look at John at all. Her mind was full of the scene just now, and the voice still remained beside her ears. It was so embarrassing.

"Give you seafood porridge." John pushed the seafood porridge in front of Nina and changed the red date porridge to himself, thinking that Nina liked seafood.

His voice was very magnetic, soft and a little hoarse. Hearing this, Nina pursed her lips. This voice was very similar to the one that had just tempted her in her ear.

"Okay." Nina opened her mouth, but didn't make a complete syllable. Her faint nasal voice was a little soft.

Hearing this, John's heart skipped a beat. He reached out his hand and touched the head of Nina, just like taking care of his own kitten. His gentle eyes were almost oozing water. "Mr. John, this red date porridge is for madam." Helen reminded him in time.

It was not until then that John noticed that Helen was calling her madam. The smile on his face deepened. He explained, "She likes seafood porridge."

Nina tensed up a little. It didn't matter for Helen to call her madam, but the man didn't mean to refute and even followed her words.

What did he mean?

Nina struggled in her heart, putting the seafood porridge into her mouth bit by bit.

"But red date porridge can nourish blood and energy. It is good for health." Seeing that Mr. John was about to eat the red date porridge, Helen stopped him in a hurry.

Mr. John, you must have been exhausted a lot last night and this morning. How can madam stand it? Now Mr. John was going to eat madam's red date porridge. What a pity for madam. "Nourish blood and energy?" John and Nina looked up at Helen with confusion.

Helen smiled kindly and ambiguously, as if telling them that she knew everything. Mr. John and madam didn't need to be shy.

"Red date porridge is good for madam's health. Mr. John, you can eat something else. I'll go first." Helen turned around with a smile and texted Mr. Sam as soon as she entered the kitchen.

The two at the table looked at each other, and then John and Nina immediately looked away. They separated a little, but she was reflected in John's deep eyes, which made Nina's heart beat faster. This kind of itchy feeling made her blush again. She looked like rouge, shy and beautiful.

Nina was really going crazy!

Why did she blush uncontrollably as soon as she saw John?

Calm down, calm down.

'God bless...... God bless me.'

Seeing that she avoided eye contact with him, John guessed that she was shy so he became more complacent. Regardless of whether he figured out the meaning of Helen's words or not, John pushed the red date porridge over and said, "Eat this later, honey."

When the last word appeared, John couldn't help but touch Nina's head.

Since he saw her crying after drunk last night, John found Nina was very cute.

She was a cute little girl.

"Don't touch my head. I'm not your pet." Nina took away his big hand and stared back.

The man touched her again. Believe it or not, she would beat him back.

"Okay, I won't touch you." Instead of getting angry, John smiled and pinched her face. "How about pinching your face?" Anger!

Nina was furious. How could he be so shameless?

She was so angry that she stared straight at John and almost opened her mouth to bite him.

"It feels good." John was not afraid of the little girl at all. No matter how angry she was now, she was cute in John's eyes.

His little girl was so adorable. John wanted to pinch her cheek all the time. So John put his hands together.

"Don't touch me!" Nina gritted her teeth and grabbed John's wrist. Seeing that his hands were caught, John realized that the little girl was really angry.

He thought it would be a suplex. When he was about to let go of her, he keenly noticed that she was about to move her feet. When he wanted to dodge, an idea occurred and he deliberately failed to guard against it.

Nina kicked him on the abdomen and kicked him half a meter away from the chair. She didn't seem to have noticed that she could have kicked him away last night, but now she only kicked half a meter. "Oh..." John covered his stomach with a big hand and pursed his lips tightly. He was a little angry and helpless.

You......

If she missed the target......

Nina raised her chin proudly, raised her eyebrows, moved her neck, and glanced at him haughtily. However, her face was still a blush.

She ate the red date porridge leisurely. John felt both angry and funny. This little girl was really......

The more tolerant he was, the more rampant she became.

But he was willing to do like this.

All of a sudden, John heard a sound from the kitchen. He immediately brought the chair back and sat down, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Good girl. Drank it all." John picked up the red date porridge, spooned it and handed it to Nina's mouth.

"......" She didn't kick her head.

Helen, who poked her head out of the kitchen, sighed with relief, "Mr. John and madam love each other so much."

Then she continued to work in the kitchen.

Without seeing Helen's head, John frowned again and handed porridge to Nina slowly.

Why did Helen come out at the critical moment? He had already planned to pretend to be painful and take the opportunity to keep the little girl stay with him.

But now, someone was watching. How could he pretend? He still wanted to keep his dignity.

Helen was always bothering them!

Nina grabbed the spoon from his hand and ate up the rest of the breakfast herself, leaving nothing to the man who was frowning and holding his stomach with his big hand. Was the little girl's heart made of iron?

He pretended to be like this, but she didn't even look at him and ate all the breakfast on the table.

Nina caught a glimpse of the piteous eyes of John. It seemed that he was waiting for her to take the initiative to care about him. He acted like a spoiled child.

Nina couldn't help chuckling and quickly became serious.

Calm down.

"I have to go because I have classes." After eating and drinking enough, Nina stood up and was about to leave. If she looked at John again, she was afraid that she would really be softhearted.

Wasn't he coldness and ruthlessness? ☐☐☐