Husband, Please Stop Flirting

Finally, the pig's feet were still not a little spicy, but the wind was still very face-saving and drank them all.

Just then, the windy mobile phone rang. She remembered that there was a video conference this afternoon, "grandma, I'll go back to my room for a meeting."

"Don't be too tired of yourself," said Ivy fondly.

"Don't worry, grandma"

Cheng Ziyu pushed the wind into the bedroom. He looked at me carefully. I'm not very big, but very warm. The sheets and quilt covers are beige, and the cartoon characters such as jingle cat are embroidered with gold.

Sure enough, it was the little girl's room.

"Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, go out and close the door for me by the way. Thank you," Feng said expressionless.

"Sister ChuChu is really ruthless," Cheng Ziyu sighed. If other girls were taken care of so carefully by Cheng Ziyu, I'm afraid their hearts would have softened into a pool of water, and even think about how to sleep with him.

Feng ChuChu ignored Cheng Ziyu. Instead, he sorted out the documents and opened the video with the shutter.

Cheng Ziyu didn't have the heart to disturb Feng ChuChu's work, so he left and brought Feng ChuChu the door when he left.

"Ziyu, thank you for taking care of our family during this time." Feng Aiwei really thanks Cheng Ziyu very much.

"Grandma Feng, this is what I should do." Cheng Ziyu smiled, and the dimple on her face was an old-age killer.

Anyway, every time she sees Cheng Ziyu's dimple, she subconsciously thinks Cheng Ziyu is a good child. Of course, the fact is that Cheng Ziyu is a good child.

Suddenly Cheng Ziyu's cell phone rang. Cheng Ziyu's face changed, but he didn't answer the phone. Instead, he looked at Feng Aiwei apologetically and said, "grandma Feng, I have something else to do. I'll go first."

"You're not busy. Go."

Cheng Ziyu, who came out of the windy house, answered the phone "hello"

"Ziyu, you've been playing outside for nearly three months. It's time to come back," said an old voice in pure English.

"I'll go back when I'm busy." Cheng Ziyu also uses English.

The old man at the other end of the phone sneered, "Ziyu, my patience is limited. You'd better come back soon, otherwise I don't guarantee that I won't do anything to that windy woman."

Then the phone was hung up.

Cheng Ziyu's back was startled into a cold sweat. He smiled bitterly. Up to now, he can't completely get out of his control.

After talking about business, Feng ChuChu hung up the video, rubbed his sore waist, involuntarily thought of what had happened in the elevator, and thought of the feeling, temperature and breath of Si Yeqing holding her at that time.

Feng ChuChu shook her head, patted her head and warned herself not to think about those, but she thought of the inexplicable words that Si Yeqing said to her in the hospital that night.

I still couldn't help worrying about Si Yeqing. Where has he gone after all? Is there any danger? How is it now.

The wind dropped her eyes clearly. She was a little confused for a moment. Can she really forgive Si Yeqing.

At the thought of the past, Feng ChuChu's head felt congested, and her heart felt a dull pain. She couldn't forgive Si Yeqing, but she couldn't forget Si Yeqing at the same time.

In a hospital in the United States, a thin, white man was lying in a blue patient suit, sitting on the bed and looking at the book in his hand.

Muzi stood outside the door and never dared to go in. As long as he looked at him so far, he thought that Muzi wiped the tears on his face and left.

But what I didn't expect was that when I walked to the door of the hospital, I met Si Yeqing in camouflage clothes. I haven't seen Si Yeqing for such a long time. He seemed to have blacked a lot. He even had a sense of Su Sha on his body. If it weren't for the familiar face, Muzi thought he had recognized his mistake.

Si Yeqing also noticed Muzi. He looked at Muzi coldly and went straight into the hospital.

At that moment, Muzi's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She hurt Si Yeqing so badly. Did Si Yeqing let her go?

Anyway, Muzi doesn't like to be involved with Si Yeqing any more. She owes Si Yeqing for the past, so she won't tell Si Yeqing about today's affairs.

Cheng Ziyu appeared in front of Feng ChuChu a lot less recently. Feng ChuChu guessed that something should happen to Cheng Ziyu's family.

She doesn't feel much about this. Her relationship with Cheng Ziyu is more like a friend or brother and sister. She sensitively feels that Cheng Ziyu doesn't seem to take her as a substitute anymore. Of course, she doesn't feel love for her.

Anyway, Feng ChuChu thinks so, just like when Si Yeqing sent white roses every day in the hospital. Although Cheng Ziyu said she was jealous, there was no expression of jealousy and anger in her eyes.

Even if she and the Ming and Qing Dynasties were no matter how close, Cheng Ziyu never had any superfluous emotions.

All kinds of signs show that Cheng Ziyu said he liked her and loved her. He really just said it verbally.

"Sister ChuChu, miss me no, there's something wrong recently. Some ignore sister ChuChu." Cheng Ziyu is cheap and puts out a head from the crack of the door.

"Brother Ziyu" said Feng ChuChu with a Taiwanese accent, which surprised him with goose bumps. Of course, Cheng Ziyu was not much better, and the whole person shook directly.

Cheng Ziyu smiled awkwardly. "Sister ChuChu, what's the matter with you today? Do you have a fever?"

Cheng Ziyu held the door handle tightly and had no intention of going in. He intuitively believed that this was a conspiracy. He would never fall into the trap if he was smart.

Feng ChuChu smiles very brightly at once, and Cheng Ziyu has always had no resistance to Feng ChuChu's smile, because Feng ChuChu smiles very much like Anne.

"Brother Ziyu, come here." Feng ChuChu smiled and pointed at Cheng Ziyu.

Cheng Ziyu immediately forgot that this was a conspiracy, walked to Feng ChuChu with a smile and said, "what do you want from sister ChuChu?"

Feng ChuChu looked at Cheng Ziyu with satisfaction and immediately put away the smile on his face. Cheng Ziyu came over and walked in. He squatted beside Feng ChuChu and was at peace with Feng ChuChu.

At this moment, the alarm in his heart was about to be scrapped, but his legs seemed to be fixed and could not move.

The wind clearly lifted Cheng Ziyu's chin, and the two people's breathing evenly sprayed on each other's faces. At this time, in the afternoon, the warm sun outside the window poured on the wind clearly and Cheng Ziyu's faces through the window, making their faces full of gold.

The room was quiet and could only hear the constant ticking and the heartbeat of each other.

Cheng Ziyu's heart had never been so flustered. He looked at the windy eyes similar to Anne's seven or eight points, and his heart beat faster.

Molecules called ambiguity filled the room.

The distance between Feng ChuChu and Cheng Ziyu was getting closer and closer. At the moment of approaching, Cheng Ziyu pushed Feng ChuChu away, stood up and said awkwardly, "sister ChuChu, I'm sorry, are you okay?"