Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

Xinxin was extremely confident in his strength. There was no way his mother would not love him.

So, it's just a matter of minutes.

Then, Xinxin looked at Feng Cheng with disdain, and asked with her childish voice: "Why are you doing this again? How many times do you think this is going to happen? I can't even say anything about you! "

"…" The corner of his mouth twitched, and Feng Cheng simply grabbed his milk bag, "Your mission is to bring her back home."

"It's a piece of cake, a cute chance. No matter what you say, mom will definitely be soft-hearted." Xinxin patted his chest with confidence and guaranteed, "Dad, after this is over, you should at least give me some benefits, right?"

Don't think that he doesn't know. Recently, Mom has been avoiding Dad, so he probably did something annoying.

Humph! He just couldn't bear to see his father always bullying his mother!

"What kind of benefits do you want?" With a slight frown, a trace of impatience appeared in Feng Cheng's eyes.

"For the time being, I haven't thought it through. However, at least you owe me an agreement." Xinxin blinked, rays of light flowing out of his fox-like eyes as he said softly, "When I think it through, you better not go back on your words."

"When have I ever lied to you?" Feng Cheng gave a light smile.

"Then I'll go find my mother!" Jumping off the ground, Xinxin ran like mad all the way into the coffee shop.

Feng Cheng laughed, carefully protecting his son, and followed him in again.

Mom!" Wuu! "Mom!

Standing timidly at the door, Xinxin covered his mouth and cried, trying to find his mother's rhythm.

"Where did this kid come from?" Zhao Chengning frowned in displeasure.

"Mom!" Ignoring Zhao Ran, Xinxin pointed to Mu Qinghuan, who was extremely surprised, whose egg could have been stuffed down the corner of her mouth, "Xinxin misses you!"

"Son... "Why are you here?" Embarrassed, Mu Qinghuan patted his son's back and coaxed him to stop crying.

"He really misses you!" Xinxin sobbed, "It's been a long time since we last met, can you understand mother? You've been working and working overtime lately, and I haven't seen you for years! "

"Xinxin..." Alas, it was all her fault. She had started her career, but had neglected her son.

"Mom." Feeling that there was something to it, Xinxin tugged at the bottom of Mu Qinghuan's pants as he pursed his shiny lips and said, "Do you know why I, a little kid, went to school so early?"

"…" Mu Qinghuan half knelt down, feeling heartbroken. His son was only three years old and was about to go to school, he seemed a little too young.

With his head against her leg, Xinxin lowered his voice and said resentfully, "It's because Daddy normally works, so he doesn't have the time to take care of me. Mommy, so can you not work overtime at night?

Mu Qinghuan felt that her heart had softened. She immediately went to discuss about the shift with the supervisor.

Seeing that Mu Qinghuan had a family, the supervisor immediately agreed.

As for Zhao Yan … He hid on the toilet and cried for the whole night. That handsome guy even had a second generation.

With Xinxin coming out, Mu Qinghuan sat in her private car and returned to the Shallow Bay.

"Dad, I have an important task for you." After Xinxin got off the car, he sneakily said to Feng Cheng, "If you let mother wash her feet, her hands and feet will often get cold."

"Got it." Since this was a promise from his son, Feng Cheng nodded and agreed.

After accompanying her son, Mu Qinghuan returned to her bedroom, but her footsteps stopped outside the door and did not enter.

Unexpectedly, the man's lean and well-built arm suddenly came from behind her and took off the buttons on her clothes one by one …

"Madam Feng, I'll help you wash your feet." He said that he was washing her feet, yet he was undressing her. Was there someone as abnormal as him?

With her back stiff, Mu Qinghuan suddenly grabbed onto his hand tightly, "No need, I will wash myself."

"Let me …" Feng Cheng was overly attentive.

Mu Qinghuan thought that he had just said it casually. Unexpectedly, he actually brought a wooden basin over, changed it into warm water, added some flower petals and some essential oil, and helped her wash her feet.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Mu Qinghuan's expression was indifferent, as she lowered her head only to see his head.

"Hot?" he asked.

"Nope." She shook her head.

What happened next was naturally not as simple as washing his feet.

When she was pushed against the wall, she asked sarcastically, "I …" Is it just a double? "

In fact, when she saw the teardrop mark in the corner of Qiao Wennuan's eyes, her instincts had always reminded her that Feng Cheng only seemed to like that red teardrop mark when he touched it.

Right now, she just wanted to get to the bottom of this …

No one likes to be a fool, do they?

As Mrs. Feng, she should have the right to ask.

The name QC had already completely hurt her. So what if she had a substitute?

The wide palm was entangled with the petite and soft fingers, the corners of Feng Cheng's mouth hooked up, "They are indeed similar!"

"So, when you first noticed me, it was because of this mole?" Looks like this was the secret that Feng Cheng had hidden from his mouth, and Mu Qinghuan had once again reached his hand out and rubbed it across her stomach …

She had also hidden a secret from Feng Cheng, but now was not the time for her to speak to him.

"Yes." He did not deny it.

"I'll go and beat them tomorrow!" She was her, and she didn't want to be anyone!

"I forbid it!" Pushing her against the wall, Feng Cheng reached out with his hands to his cheeks, "As long as I don't allow it, no one will beat you up. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try!"

Twisting her neck, Mu Qinghuan had the intention to kill him, she coldly laughed and said, "Hey, your face is on my head, I'll do whatever you want, what right do you have to do anything, you live by the sea, aren't you asking too much?"

"I don't like women with fake faces. It would be best if every part of them were straight. Not to mention … "Very beautiful." As Feng Cheng said this, he reached out his hand to brush across the tear stains at the corner of her eyes.

"See if I dare!" This was provocation to the end, but just as Mu Qinghuan finished speaking, she was thrown back towards the big bed.

"I don't want to!" She refused!

However, she had no choice but to refuse …

"— ah!"

When she woke up on the second day, Mu Qinghuan had been lying prone on the bedside the entire time.

Since she didn't have to work in the morning, she could take a short break.

After Feng Cheng left for work, the butler sent her son to school, only then did Mu Qinghuan get dressed and go to a hospital, where she briefly and succinctly talked about getting a mole.

She wanted to remove the tear-like mole on her face so that she and Qiao Wennuan wouldn't have anything similar.

Thinking of this, Mu Qinghuan became excited!