Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 48 To be my wife, you can't be too poor.

Feng Lingche could only feel her pain through Wen Yang's almost scalding skin.

Without further ado, he directly embraced her waist, which he grasped tightly, and let her sit comfortably on his lap.

"... Are you okay?" Feng Lingche asked in a low voice, his voice was as light as a feather.

Wen Yang's hot face was pressed against his cool neck, and he quietly closed his eyes to feel the cold air in the ring that Feng Lingche was wearing.

She shook her head, smiled lightly, "...it's okay."

Feng Lingche looked down at her for a while, saw that her lips were pale and dry, so he picked up his mobile phone and called Lu Zhen, asking him to bring some boxes of mineral water and some ice cubes. When Wen Yang cleaned up the room and let Wen Yang rest, his body froze suddenly!
Her lips accidentally touched his collarbone!It was soft and gentle, but it just ignited that small piece of his cold skin!
Feng Lingche suddenly felt an electric current pass through his whole body, and even his breathing seemed to be stagnant. His dark eyes were deep, staring at the beautiful and ethereal face in front of him, and the hands on his waist unconsciously tightened. A few points.

Wen Yang frowned in pain, looked up at him, his eyes were clear, "What's wrong?"

His hand hurt her so much.

Feng Lingche: "..."

He turned his head away and adjusted his breathing. Although his body was still cold, his heartbeat was much faster than usual, and his slightly open chest kept rising and falling.

Wen Yang felt his abnormal heartbeat, sat up worriedly, and pressed his pulse with his hand.

"A little irregular heartbeat, are you too tired? Do you want to go to the room to sleep?"

Feng Lingche couldn't help but laugh, his desire was instantly extinguished at this moment, he pressed the person back into his arms, and sighed, "Be honest, don't move around."

Wen Yang:?Where is it moving?
She was about to speak when she heard a knock on the office door.

Lu Zhen instructed the staff to put the mineral water and the incubator for storing ice cubes on the ground. He looked up and saw Wen Yang sitting on Feng Lingche's lap. You want so much mineral water and ice cubes, don’t you want to have fun with Mrs. Feng in the bathroom?”

Wen Yang's face turned red, and only then did he think of his posture, struggling to sit up, but was held down by Feng Lingche, his voice was low and mellow, carrying an unnoticed chill, "Africa Inspection 1 months."

Lu Zhen's expression froze: "..." Can I take back what I said?
He looked at Wen Yang begging for mercy, and smiled wryly, "Mrs. Feng, do you have the heart to see me walking alone in the desert of Africa? If I am eaten by a tiger or bitten by a big spider, then Buddha But there is one missing helper~"

Hearing this, Wen Yang looked at Lu Zhen's altar again. Although he still couldn't see his future, judging from his facial features alone, it should be no problem to live a long life.

So he comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, even if you are bitten by a poisonous spider, your leg will be amputated at most, and you won't die."

Lu Zhen froze, touched his nose with a smile, "Mrs. Feng is really humorous..."

Seeing that the things were almost moved, Lu Zhen said to Feng Lingche, "Xu Jin has already arrived at Fengyue Building and is discussing the layout with the designer. Do you want to take Mrs. Feng over to have a look?"

"Fengyue Building?" Wen Yang interrupted suddenly.

If I remember correctly, this building seems to be under my name now...

Lu Zhen turned his head to look at her, "Mrs. Feng also knows this place?"

Feng Lingche at the side glanced at him, "Now she is the boss there."

Lu Zhen: "..." All right.

Rich people are generous when they sell, and they will give away the most expensive building in the imperial capital casually.

After Lu Zhen went out.

Only then did Wen Yang raise the question from last night, "Why did you transfer so many shares to me?"

Feng Lingche's tone was still embarrassing, "To be my wife, you can't be too poor."

Wen Yang: It's pretty irrefutable?
Sitting next to the ice and drinking six boxes of water, the heat in her body finally faded away.Fatigue hit, Wen Yang leaned against Feng Lingche and slept intermittently all morning, and didn't wake up until he felt hungry.

She looked out the window, rubbed her eyes in a daze and stood up, "What time is it?"

Feng Lingche moved the half of his body that was numb by her, and looked at his watch, "1:[-]."

"Oh," Wen Yang got up and took a bottle of water, gulped it down, and was about to tell Feng Lingche whether he wanted to go out to eat, when the tip of his nose moved slightly, and suddenly smelled a very appetizing scent, so he smiled, "I want to buy some Do you want a pancake?"

Feng Lingche looked at her with some doubts, "What are pancakes?"

Speaking of pancakes, Wen Yang's eyebrows are curved, his smile is bright, like the gentle and warm sun in winter, "Let me tell you, this thing is delicious ~ put the batter on the pan, beat two eggs, and brush with sauce Add a piece of ham sausage and crispy, delicious and filling."

When Feng Lingche saw her enthusiastically depicting the appearance of the pancakes, his heart moved, and he was suddenly curious about how she survived living alone on the mountain without a family for so many years.

Could it be that what she usually eats is the 'pancakes' she said?
He was a little curious about the taste, so he said to Wen Yang who was in a hurry to chase after the pancake stall, "Then follow what you said, and order a portion."

Wen Yang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he ran out the door.

After she left, the bustling office fell silent.

The scattered sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves and cast it on the desk, and the slightly cool wind lifted the paper on which the marriage agreement was printed. Feng Lingche looked down, with a faint smile in his eyes.

He dialed the phone and called Jiang Ci.

"Hire a chef who can make pancakes."

Jiang Ci was holding the phone, with a dazed expression, "Huh?"

...

Wu Bai waited patiently for Miao Qing to finish speaking, there were already several empty wine jars under her feet.

At this time, his back was facing Miaoqing, and he described lazily leaning on the chair, not knowing whether he was sober or drunk.

Miao Qing carefully glanced at Huo Yan Wang, seeing that he closed his eyes and did not speak, and sneaked a few steps towards the door with his feet.

Suddenly, a wisp of black air quickly wrapped around his legs, Miao Qing couldn't move for a moment, and fell to the ground with a plop!

Immediately afterwards, an extremely cold voice sounded from above his head accompanied by the smell of wine, "I allow you to go?"

Miao Qing froze, her lips trembling slightly, "...I, I just want to move around."

"Oh, is that so?" As the voice fell, Miaoqing suddenly felt a sharp pain at the base of his tongue, he opened his mouth and let out a scream, and blood spurted out immediately!

Then a bright red tongue fell out of his mouth.

Wubai stared at Miaoqing coldly, no trace of alcohol could be seen in his eyes, his voice was light and cold with a smile, "It seems that you still don't want this tongue anymore."

(End of this chapter)