EX-husband Groveling to Me
Chapter 592 I Can Prove It To You

Chapter 592 I can prove it to you

Reason told Jasmine that she shouldn't eat it, but the smell of the prawns made her irrational.

What's more, Lincoln peeled the shells for her, and now it's on her lips, so all she has to do is open her mouth and she can eat the tender, soft prawns.

Who can withstand this!

Jasmine finally did not resist the temptation from the prawns and Lincoln's thoughtfulness and opened her mouth to eat the prawns.

"Is it good?"

"Delicious."

Jasmine was chewing, and when she heard Lincoln's remark, she responded in a lump.

"Really, I think it's average."

He said, passing a second peeled prawn back to Jasmine's lips, "Taste it again carefully."

Jasmine completely lost her mind, lose weight or something, or talk about it tomorrow.

In the end, she ate not only a large portion of the peeps, but also two-thirds of the sweet and sour pork.

Jasmine ate until her belly couldn't hold it anymore and she firmly refused to accept Lincoln's request to let her continue eating.

"Oooooooh, I'm not eating, I'm so braced."

Jasmine took a peek at her round little belly and wanted to cry a little.

The cost of not being able to control the mouth is too much, this is only a meal, her stomach is so bloated up, with the blow up balloon.

Lincoln took the hawthorn tea aside, inserted the habit, and handed it to her: "It's for eliminating food."

Jasmine didn't believe him anymore and shook her head in a rush, "I really can't eat anymore, Lincoln."

She has been spoiled by Antonio since she was a child, and she is a natural at being pampered.

Jasmine herself didn't even notice that she was quite afraid of Lincoln before, but now that she's been his girlfriend for a night and a half, she's unconsciously starting to pamper herself. Jasmine's looks follow her father's, face shape inherited from her mother's, standard goose egg face with her father's gentle features, her good looks are the kind of gentle and non-aggressive, Jasmine is not the first look beauty, many people first see Jasmine, the first reaction is that she looks very cute, only the more you look the more beautiful you will feel.

This is due to Jasmine has a pair of grape-like eyes, nose is not high, but the nose is small and round, the lips are standard cherry lips, although the features are not delicate but very small and warm.

Jasmine's eyes are not only big, but her eyelashes are also thick and long, so that whenever she looks at someone, those eyes seem to speak.

Now she mumbles and refuses the hawthorn tea Lincoln hands her, with a few moments of light inside her eyes, looking innocent and cute.

Every time she looked at herself like that, Lincoln wanted to push her into his arms.

Jasmine is so well protected that all Antonio lets her see is beauty, even when those eyes look at people.

He couldn't bear to spoil it either.

Lincoln slightly converged his eyebrows, "It's hawthorn tea, it can eliminate food and lower fat."

Jasmine still did some homework to lose weight, and knew that hawthorn eliminates food, and she is really holding up now, "Okay, thanks."

Lincoln handed her the hawthorn tea and Jasmine held it aside to drink.

She drank to the general before she came back to her senses somewhat and saw that Lincoln was slowly and methodically eating the meal she couldn't finish earlier. Jasmine was frozen, "You, did you not eat lunch?"

Did she eat his lunch?

"Eaten."

He said, pausing for a moment, probably guessing what she was thinking, he added: "This one is specially prepared for you."

"Ohhhhhhh."

Jasmine was slightly relieved that she had actually eaten Lincoln's lunch, oooohhhh, she didn't want to live!

Looking at Lincoln eating his own leftover meal, Jasmine had some mixed feelings.

She had just joined the company and knew that Lincoln had a cleanliness problem, and that he would not eat any of the food that people gave him at the dinner, let alone the leftovers. Only now he eats her leftovers...

Jasmine had an indescribable feeling, only her heart was warm and her eyes were warm.

Seeing that she kept looking at herself, Lincoln looked up at her for a moment, "Still want to eat?"

Jasmine was embarrassed: "I'm not that good of a eater."

"There's not much to eat."

He responded indifferently.

I have to say, girls love to hear good things.

Jasmine listened and was in a beautiful mood.

Two people one is drinking hawthorn tea, one is eating, no one speaks, the office is quiet inside, but the picture on the sofa is extremely harmonious.

Who would have thought that a man as high and cold as that would actually peel shrimp for his girlfriend with his own hands and now eat the leftovers that his girlfriend can't finish. Hey, who is not moved by this ah..

Lincoln was not slow to eat, but his movements were not crude. Jasmine had not even finished half of her hawthorn tea before he had finished his meal.

Lincoln packed all the empty boxes, put them aside, and drew a wet wipe to wipe his hands slowly and methodically.

After wiping his own, he drew a new wipe and turned to Jasmine, "Still holding up?"

"It's not holding up that well."

He reached over and wiped the corners of her mouth in a natural and smooth motion. Jasmine was stunned for a moment and watched as he wiped the corners of her mouth for her.

He peeled the shrimp, he fed the ribs, Jasmine just ate with barely a hand, and now even the oil stains on the corners of her mouth are wiped by him.

Jasmine's heart was beating like a drum, she couldn't stand up to such Lincoln.

How can there be a person who is usually cold as hell, but now is so considerate and gentle to her that even her own brother can't compare. "Lincoln, have you had a lot of girlfriends?"

By some miracle, Jasmine suddenly came up with these words.

After saying that she regretted it, Lincoln how this person does not look like he had a girlfriend.

But he knows oh so much.

"No."

He threw away the wipes and reached up to lift her chin. Jasmine blinked, embarrassed, and tried to avoid his gaze, but found herself with nowhere to hide.

"If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you."

"Ah, how can I prove it?"

Can such things still be proved?

Lincoln didn't say anything, just took the hawthorn tea out of her hand and put it on the table: "Is it sour?"

Jasmine was a bit overwhelmed by the response and just subconsciously replied, "It's not sour, it's quite sweet." "I'll taste it."

He said, lowering his head and kissing her directly on the lips.

Jasmine's entire body was frozen, her head empty, and she stared in disbelief at the man close at hand.

In the next second, large hands covered her eyes, and the thin lips that were pressed against her lips moved slightly: "Close your eyes."

The man's voice is raspy and low, with the magic that makes people irresistible.

Jasmine was dizzy and felt like she was stepping on clouds and fog, her whole body was soft and sunk into the man's arms, like in a dream, but not like.