Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 623 I'm Talking To You Well
As a result, she had just walked to the door when she saw the bodyguards appearing to stop Menglan.

Wang Zhishan said in a cold voice behind her, "It's fine if you don't want to be a bridesmaid, you leave the Feng family immediately, you'd better be sensible, otherwise there will be no fruit to eat."

"Oh? But if I heard correctly, Feng Mu should break off the engagement with you. Ms. Wang ordered me with such a big fanfare, could she be delusional?" Meng Lan turned around and looked at her sympathetically.

Wang Zhishan's face was full of shame and anger, she stepped forward, "You... bitch!" She raised her hand and was about to slap Meng Lan in the face.

But before touching it, Menglan tightly clenched her arm, and with a little force, she saw her face pale with pain, a sharp flash of light flashed in Menglan's eyes, she sneered,

"Miss Wang is still a lady when she is outside. Who did you learn from this habit of beating people casually? Don't try to use these tricks to insult me. It won't work in the future."

She has endured it for too long.

Now that her brother is awake, she doesn't need to endure the humiliation.

Especially when she saw those things in the study and learned that the Wang family had an inseparable relationship with the medical accident that year, she didn't intend to show any sympathy.

Wang Zhishan was pushed onto the sofa by her, clutching the skirt of the wedding dress tightly with her fingers, and growled unwillingly,

"Stop her, dare to act wild on my territory, teach her a lesson!"

Immediately, the bodyguards immediately surrounded Menglan's exit, some glared at her fiercely, and some beat the wooden stick in their hands, as if they could hit her in the next second.

When Meng Lan was riding a tiger and feeling restless, the door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.

All I saw was a few men in black wearing sunglasses broke in and walked up to Wang Zhishan.

"Miss Wang, we are following President Feng's request to pick up Miss Meng back to Feng's house. As for the rest, I won't disturb you." The man confessed blankly, and with a wave of his hand, he took Menglan away. villa.

Looking at the group of people who suddenly appeared, Wang Zhishan's jealous face turned pale and white.

But Meng Lan silently breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, she came in time.

She followed the men into the car and returned to Feng's house. She was about to ask some more questions, but she saw them escorting herself to the door and driving away.

Putting away her helplessness, Menglan walked back to Feng's house, and saw that Feng Mu hadn't come back yet, she felt indescribably relieved.

She quickly shut herself in the room, subconsciously turned on the computer, and reviewed the ins and outs of the medical accident that year.

I still remember that when the accident happened, she panicked all over. In addition, she was relatively young at the time, so she never thought about investigating it properly.

Now she intends to vindicate her father's injustice, but it is not so easy to do it.

Although the accident of that year had already been quelled, but fortunately the news reported by the media was still preserved. Menglan looked through a few and felt extremely tight in her chest.

Even now, the comments are still full of hatred and insults towards his father.

It can be seen how much gossip can hurt a person.

The many doubts made Menglan feel depressed and her breathing was a bit difficult.

She opened the drawer, took out the cigarette case and lighter from it, and lit a cigarette with her head tilted.

Meng Lan curled up on the chair, her hair was tied at the back of her head with a hairpin, a strand of black hair was hanging down, and the smoke was swirling around her, her delicate face was full of fallen beauty!

boom!
The door was kicked open suddenly.

Before Menglan had time to pinch the cigarette away, her arm was suddenly gripped tightly by a strong force.

As soon as he raised his head, he bumped into Feng Mu's eyes under the frame of the gold-rimmed glasses, as if they were glowing with faint green light, as if they could eat her up in a second.

"Are you addicted to cigarettes again?" Feng Mu scolded in a low voice, "Do you think you look a bit like a woman?"

Meng Lan regained her composure, stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and frowned, "Is it alright?"

"President Feng is really ridiculous. You keep accusing me, but you break into other people's rooms without authorization, so you look like a gentleman?"

"Sharp teeth!" Feng Mu's tone was disdainful, "The entire Feng family is my territory, including - your room!"

"...Okay, Boss Feng, you can say whatever you want if you have money."

Meng Lan was very helpless, she raised her hand to press the tired eyebrows, she didn't want to waste any time, "Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm hungry."

Meng Lan, "The chef downstairs should not be asleep yet."

"It's already eleven o'clock, it's really immoral for you to disturb other people's sleep!"

Feng Mu despised the opening, pulled her up from the chair, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

Menglan:? ? ?
Feng Mu's selfishness is obvious to all, is this what he deserves to say?

Being dragged abruptly to the kitchen by him, Meng Lan had no choice but to put on her apron.

But when she opened the refrigerator, she found that there was only a bundle of dried noodles and green vegetables left. She was too embarrassed to ask Uncle Zhao for the key to the warehouse, so she could only take out the ingredients and simply made noodles.

The noodles were simple brine noodles with a few green vegetables floating in them. I thought Feng Mu would dislike them when I brought them out.

But unexpectedly, he happily picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles between them.

Seeing him eating with such relish, Meng Lan felt a little hungry, and even wondered if her cooking skills had really become so good?

She went to the kitchen again, filled a bowl of noodles for herself, frowning after a few mouthfuls, isn't the taste just average?

How could Feng Mu eat such delicious food?

"Is there any more?" Feng Mu put down the empty bowl and looked at her seriously.

"No more." Meng Lan answered truthfully.

Feng Mu let out a faint 'oh', and at some point took off her gold-rimmed glasses, her eyes seemed to be glowing with a faint green light, and she was looking at the noodles in her bowl~
Being stared at by him, Menglan was really hairy all over, "Want to eat?"

"Do not want to."

He responded arrogantly, but the threat in his eyes was obvious and he said: If you don't feed me, you are dead!
Meng Lan was very tired, and she didn't have much appetite, so she didn't want to argue with him, so she pushed the noodles in front of him, "Eat slowly, I'll go upstairs to rest first."

Her attitude was very cold, as if she was just completing a task.

This made Feng Mu feel unhappy, and his appetite was greatly reduced. Damn it, can't it be seen that he has lowered his posture and asked for peace? !

She is fine, why doesn't she cooperate at all?
"What do you want?" Watching Menglan get up to leave, Feng Mu reached out his hand in time to hold her arm tightly.

Hearing his dissatisfaction, Meng Lan didn't have much patience, and simply turned her face to him and sneered, "I should ask Mr. Feng, don't you think it's too naive to ask me to cook for you in the middle of the night?"

"Okay, I've already made the meal, what else do you want?"

childish? !
(End of this chapter)