Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

"..." Hearing these words, the little maid was choked up.

She was so earnest, soft and hard, and it had been several hours, and the skin of her mouth was almost worn out, but Mu Wanqing refused to eat, she still refused to eat, she was really about to cry.

If the young master came back soon and knew the situation, would he chop her to death with one palm? !

It doesn't matter if you die.

She was only afraid of losing this job.

Although, when working in Muyuan, you need to be cautious all the time, and no matter what you do, you are stricter than other wealthy compounds, but the salary is high, and admire Fanfan also pays them all five social insurances and one housing fund. Need them to pay a penny.

She really didn't know: after leaving Muyuan, where else could she find a place with better benefits than here.

Just when she was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it, Yang Mufan came in.

The moment the little maid saw Yang Mi Fan, every hair on her body stood up in horror, and she stared at him with eyes of incomparable panic and fear.

I am afraid that he will be angry.

"Give me the chicken soup." Yang Mufan said lightly.

The little maid seemed to be blessed by heaven, and hurriedly brought the chicken soup forward: "Master, chicken soup."

"It's none of your business here, go out first." Huangfu Yu ordered in a low voice.

The little maid nodded, then carefully exited the room.

The moment the door was gently closed, Yang Mufan looked away and looked down at the chicken soup in his hand, which had already cooled down.

After pouring it out, he filled a new bowl, admired Fan Fan and sat down on the edge of the bed, skillfully adjusted the boiling chicken soup to the right temperature with a spoon, scooped a spoonful, put it on his lips and blew it, leaned slightly and went away Feed her:

"Drink some chicken soup first, soothe your throat and warm your stomach, and then what do you want to eat?! I'll let the kitchen prepare it for you!! But you are injured, so you can only eat some light food."

Mu Wanqing stared at the chicken soup brought to her mouth, and said coldly, "I'll say it one last time, I don't want to eat it. I want to go home."

Yang Mufan just ignored it, and still patiently coaxed him with a good temper: "I heard from Aunt Yun that you didn't eat anything after you woke up. Be good, open your mouth and drink chicken soup..."

Saying that, Yang Mufan stuffed the spoon into her mouth.

Seeing that he automatically blocked her words, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but get angry, her beautiful eyes sank, she unceremoniously raised her hand and overturned the chicken soup, spilling the soup all over her body.

She roared furiously: "Yang Mofan, did you hear what I said?! I said, I don't want to drink chicken soup, I want to go home!!"

The chicken soup rolled down on the quilt along with Yang Mifan's expensive white shirt. Yang Mifan's limbs were stiff, and he kept a posture, motionless. A hint of cunning and darkness flashed across his handsome face and black eyes.

Just when Mu Wanqing thought that her admiration for Fan would explode completely, he acted as if nothing had happened, and went to scoop up the chicken soup that was warming in the electric stove next to him.

After filling a large bowl, Yang Mufan blew the soup carefully, while feeding the chicken soup to her mouth.

But Mu Wanqing waved with more force when he approached.

The hot chicken soup just out of the oven was poured on Yang Mufan's left hand holding the bowl.

In an instant, the back of his hand was burned red, and even tiny blisters popped up.

Time seems to be stopped.

The room was dead silent.

Admire Fan Jing quietly looking at the back of his scalded hand and Mu Wanqing's sneering eyes for a few seconds, he finally couldn't control his emotions, his anger was like a volcanic eruption, he gritted his teeth and yelled fearfully: " Mu Wanqing, don't be shameless and ignorant of flattery, I can personally feed you chicken soup, it is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes, it's okay if you don't know how to be grateful, but he, mother, actually scalded me?! I see you, Work, get, no, patience, bored,—" "..." Hearing these words, the little maid was choked up.

She was so earnest, soft and hard, and it had been several hours, and the skin of her mouth was almost worn out, but Mu Wanqing refused to eat, she still refused to eat, she was really about to cry.

If the young master came back soon and knew the situation, would he chop her to death with one palm? !

It doesn't matter if you die.

She was only afraid of losing this job.

Although, when working in Muyuan, you need to be cautious all the time, and no matter what you do, you are stricter than other wealthy compounds, but the salary is high, and admire Fanfan also pays them all five social insurances and one housing fund. Need them to pay a penny.

She really didn't know: after leaving Muyuan, where else could she find a place with better benefits than here.

Just when she was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it, Yang Mufan came in.

The moment the little maid saw Yang Mi Fan, every hair on her body stood up in horror, and she stared at him with eyes of incomparable panic and fear.

I am afraid that he will be angry.

"Give me the chicken soup." Yang Mufan said lightly.

The little maid seemed to be blessed by heaven, and hurriedly brought the chicken soup forward: "Master, chicken soup."

"It's none of your business here, go out first." Huangfu Yu ordered in a low voice.

The little maid nodded, then carefully exited the room.

The moment the door was gently closed, Yang Mufan looked away and looked down at the chicken soup in his hand, which had already cooled down.

After pouring it out, he filled a new bowl, admired Fan Fan and sat down on the edge of the bed, skillfully adjusted the boiling chicken soup to the right temperature with a spoon, scooped a spoonful, put it on his lips and blew it, leaned slightly and went away Feed her:

"Drink some chicken soup first, soothe your throat and warm your stomach, and then what do you want to eat?! I'll let the kitchen prepare it for you!! But you are injured, so you can only eat some light food."

Mu Wanqing stared at the chicken soup brought to her mouth, and said coldly, "I'll say it one last time, I don't want to eat it. I want to go home."

Yang Mufan just ignored it, and still patiently coaxed him with a good temper: "I heard from Aunt Yun that you didn't eat anything after you woke up. Be good, open your mouth and drink chicken soup..."

Saying that, Yang Mufan stuffed the spoon into her mouth.

Seeing that he automatically blocked her words, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but get angry, her beautiful eyes sank, she unceremoniously raised her hand and overturned the chicken soup, spilling the soup all over her body.

She roared furiously: "Yang Mofan, did you hear what I said?! I said, I don't want to drink chicken soup, I want to go home!!"

The chicken soup rolled down on the quilt along with Yang Mifan's expensive white shirt. Yang Mifan's limbs were stiff, and he kept a posture, motionless. A hint of cunning and darkness flashed across his handsome face and black eyes.

Just when Mu Wanqing thought that her admiration for Fan would explode completely, he acted as if nothing had happened, and went to scoop up the chicken soup that was warming in the electric stove next to him.

After filling a large bowl, Yang Mufan blew the soup carefully, while feeding the chicken soup to her mouth.

But Mu Wanqing waved with more force when he approached.

The hot chicken soup just out of the oven was poured on Yang Mufan's left hand holding the bowl.

In an instant, the back of his hand was burned red, and even tiny blisters popped up.

Time seems to be stopped.

The room was dead silent.

Admire Fan Jing quietly looking at the back of his scalded hand and Mu Wanqing's sneering eyes for a few seconds, he finally couldn't control his emotions, his anger was like a volcanic eruption, he gritted his teeth and yelled fearfully: " Mu Wanqing, don't be shameless and ignorant of flattery, I can personally feed you chicken soup, it is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes, it's okay if you don't know how to be grateful, but he, mother, actually scalded me?! I see you, Live, gain, no, patience, annoyance,—"