Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

At first, Qiao Wennuan did not have too much confidence. Even when she was returning to his country, he was a little hesitant, but after seeing Mu Qinghuan, he no longer had any undue worry.

He never thought that Feng Cheng would have such a special hobby, seeing him as her substitute.

Otherwise, why would Feng Cheng choose someone like her, with a red teardrop mark at the corner of his eyes?

Although this world was full of all sorts of coincidences, this time was truly too coincidental!

His phone suddenly rang. When Feng Cheng answered, he did not expect that it was Qiao Wennuan calling.

"Fourth Brother." The phone belongs to Qiao Wennuan, but the one who spoke was Li Kangyun. He spoke with a solemn tone, "Your warm body is not comfortable, but you might be too tired. If it's convenient for you … Come and have a look, I'm sure you'll be happy when I see you. "

Pursing his lips, Feng Cheng did not say a word and directly hung up.

"Fourth Brother?" Li Kangyun could not believe it at all. He hung up his phone and saw a pitch black screen.

The moment Feng Cheng heard the name Qiao Wennuan, he immediately closed his phone.

"This …" Li Kangyun opened his hands and looked at Qiao Wennuan helplessly.

Qiao Wennuan quickly took the phone, and nervously walked around, as she almost bit her lips. It seemed that Feng Cheng did not even want to look at her, but this was not the case, since she was back, and was a newly signed artiste, there was still a lot of time!

"Warm, look!" As if he had seen a ghost, Li Kangyun impulsively pulled on Qiao Wennuan's arm.

At first, she was stunned, but Qiao Wennuan raised his gaze in astonishment. In an instant, she met the pair of clear and beautiful eyes, and as his gaze darkened slightly, she saw the red teardrop mole in front of him.

glanced at Qiao Wennuan. She had met this lady before, and had some messy thoughts about her.

"Going home." These two simple words, were clear and without any trace of warmth. Feng Cheng's arm that was draped over Mu Qinghuan's shoulder slightly pulled back, and brushed past Qiao Wennuan as if no one else was present.

When her shoulder was struck away ruthlessly, Qiao Wennuan took two steps back fiercely.

"Ah, sorry …" Mu Qinghuan hurriedly apologized, but due to Feng Cheng's strong force, he had no choice but to continue walking forward, his heart was beating wildly, and he felt that this was all too strange. She did not think too much, in any case, she had already said that it was modest, and it was not on purpose.

Having taken the needles and taken the medicine, Xinxin was already fast asleep in the back seat. Feng Cheng opened the car door and reminded Mu Qinghuan, "Get in."

Clenching her fists, Mu Qinghuan stared at Feng Cheng without blinking, and had something to ask him.

His slender fingertips naturally rested on the steering wheel, and Feng Cheng reached out to brush away her tear stains, asking, "What's wrong? From the very beginning, I have always thought that you are absent-minded, so where is your discomfort? Have you caught a cold? "

"Fourth Brother, what do you have to say to me?" Mu Qinghuan purposely called him Fourth Brother, showing that she was feeling nervous. Otherwise, she would call him by his name.

"Mu Qinghuan, what do you want to ask?" Feng Cheng did not prove his answer, but used the same method of questioning as before. Both parties carefully and quietly probed each other, and from a purely psychological perspective, this was a method of self-protection.

"I have nothing to ask." Mu Qinghuan still wore her seat belt and pretended to be relaxed as she did not say anything along the way. It was unusually quiet.

Although she was an open-minded woman and wasn't good at observation, women's sixth sense were usually accurate. It was not that she couldn't tell that Feng Cheng actually knew Qiao Wennuan, or else, it wouldn't be so coincidental that they would meet each other in the hospital when they were at the same time.

With her head leaning on the window, Mu Qinghuan was faking sleep. Her thoughts were heavy, thinking repeatedly about why Feng Cheng did not admit to it, and purposefully pretended not to know Qiao Wennuan. Did she think that she could not see through him at all?

When the carriage arrived at the villa, Feng Cheng thought that Mu Qinghuan was sleeping so he called the butler to carry his son back to the room. He then personally carried Mu Qinghuan to her bedroom.

Lying flat on the soft bed, Mu Qinghuan slowly woke up to the sound of splashing water coming from the bathing room.

Feng Cheng was showering, he was quick and nimble, it finished in ten minutes, he wrapped a white towel around the door and pushed it open, and saw Mu Qinghuan drinking wine.

"My Mrs. Feng, what is it?" Grasping Mu Qinghuan's wrist, stopping her from continuing to drink, Feng Cheng's face darkened.

"Nothing." Mu Qinghuan shook her head, and said in a low voice, "Let me ask you, do you know the woman that I met in the hospital?"

"I do." Without thinking, the strength in Feng Cheng's hands slowed down, "All the students from the past, I don't remember which class specifically they came from, but they can be considered school friends."

"Since you know him, why didn't you greet him earlier?" Mu Qinghuan sneered and asked, "He's been looking at you as if he wants to talk to you, and you, he's not even greeting you, and you're already leaving in such a hurry, aren't he too cold?"

"Do you think I'm being nice to everyone?" Feng Cheng pinched Mu Qinghuan's chin.

When Mu Qinghuan wanted to struggle again, it was already too late. Her thin and cold lips had already pressed down hard on her tender lips, making it impossible for her to dodge at all.

"Especially towards women, I'm very picky." 's tone of voice was filled with playfulness. This kiss was to ease Mu Qinghuan's heart.

Mu Qinghuan looked confused. Qiao Wennuan was just Feng Cheng's university classmate, or maybe, they were not even in the same class.

If that was the case, then her anger would be unfathomable.

So it turned out that they weren't familiar with each other, and it wasn't on purpose that they pretended not to know each other.

On the second day, Mu Qinghuan woke up very early and made breakfast.

"Cough!" Clutching his throat, Feng Cheng ate a mouthful of egg shell from the egg and immediately signaled his son to not eat the egg.

"There's no doubt about it!" Feng Xin grabbed the bottle of milk and took a sip. It was so hot, his mouth was almost burnt off.

"Eat the egg cake, I made it myself." After slicing open the paste, Mu Qinghuan's eyes lit up as he looked at his son, and said, "Take a bite, and try it out."

"Dad, you eat first!" Feng Xin shook his head and said pitifully.

Therefore, Feng Cheng forced himself to take a bite.

Seeing that Feng Cheng's face was still relatively calm, Mu Qinghuan looked at her fingers and asked in anticipation, "How does it taste?"

"You haven't eaten at the table yourself?" Feng Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I didn't expect all of you to wake up so early …" So she didn't have the time to try it out, Mu Qinghuan pursed her lips.

"Delicious."

Just as Feng Cheng finished speaking, Feng Xin grabbed the fresh egg pancake and took a bite, immediately being salty enough to not want it. How could he protect his wife like this, not even daring to eat even if it tasted bad?

Fortunately, the butler and his uncle bought him two big meat buns on the way to school before filling his stomach.

As the car drove towards QC, Feng Cheng said, "Don't wake up early in the future."

"You think I can't cook?" Sniffing her nose, Mu Qinghuan asked in grief and indignation.

"No, you have dark circles under your eyes early on." As he said that, Feng Cheng caressed the corner of her eyes with his hand, his movements extremely gentle.

The next second, his phone rang. Feng Cheng did not need to see to know who it was to know it was from.