Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

However, he was still unable to contact her.

A few days later, Feng Cheng received an express delivery. It was a divorce certificate, and Mu Qinghuan had already signed it long ago.

Feng Cheng took out his signature pen and tore the marriage certificate into pieces.

Mu Qinghuan, you really did well. It's one thing to leave in such a carefree manner, but you're still thinking about getting a divorce.

Three months later.

On a sunny afternoon, it suddenly began to rain!

Within the elegant western restaurant.

The Bulgarian roses on the table were dripping with water, making the woman's snow-white skin look even more alluring.

Qiao Wennuan elegantly picked up the napkin, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Cheng, "I heard that she never came back, and I don't know what she's thinking in her heart. I think that when you first married her, it was because you pitied her. "

But for Qiao Wennuan, right now, it was far from enough. What she wanted was for Mu Qinghuan and Feng Cheng to divorce each other, completely unrelated to each other.

It was just that, Mu Qinghuan had disappeared. She might not be in this city, yet she had left on her own accord and did not sign for a divorce. This was a place that made Qiao Wennuan uncomfortable.

Feng Cheng picked up the goblet and shook it a little, after that he drank a mouthful and ate the tasteless steak, looking like he had no appetite.

Following that, Feng Cheng looked at the sunken screen, his deep eyes revealing a profound look, it was obvious that he was thinking of something, causing Qiao Wennuan to not be able to eat.

After cutting off a piece of steak, Qiao Wennuan placed it next to Feng Cheng's mouth and said gently, "I thought you would send someone to find her."

"Why am I looking for her?" Not eating the steak, Feng Cheng pushed Qiao Wennuan's wrist away.

"Look, your mind isn't here at all. Even though you're eating with me, you haven't eaten much. This restaurant is the place where you come frequently, and the food you order is your favorite food. Why do you suddenly stop wanting to eat?" Putting down her blade and fork, Qiao Wennuan first calmed down for a long time, then suddenly raised her head and looked at Su Yun, "If you feel sympathy or pity for her, then you can find her and after we find her, you might be able to relax."

"Don't worry." Lifting his wine cup and drinking it all, Feng Cheng cut the steak he was sitting on with a serious expression on his face. He cut the steak into small pieces and handed it over to Qiao Wennuan considerately.

Qiao Wennuan took a symbolic bite and then shook her head, "I'm losing weight, I can't really finish it."

Feng Cheng was slightly stunned, as if he thought of the scene of someone vomiting and swallowing, and he raised his wine cup once again, "You're too skinny, eat more."

"What if I get fat and you don't like me?" Qiao Wennuan gently nestled into Feng Cheng's embrace, "When the time comes, you will definitely despise me."

"Nope." Feng Cheng kissed Qiao Wennuan's hair and consoled her in a low voice, "Eat a little more."

"I really can't eat." Qiao Wennuan, on the other hand, continued to feed Feng Cheng, and her smile was like a flower.

Feng Cheng forced himself to eat a mouthful, and accidentally glanced at his phone, only to realize that the screen was still dark, there was no news, and no call.

Qiao Wennuan noticed this detail and mischievously snatched his phone away, "When you're with me, don't think about anyone else, especially women!"

With that, Qiao Wennuan turned off his phone, "Don't mention her when we're together in the future."

Pretending that during the three years she had left, Feng Cheng did not meet any woman that was enough to move his heart.

"You've been talking about it. Eat it yourself." After drinking another cup of wine, Feng Cheng grabbed his phone and car keys, then turned and left unhappily.

This was the first time Qiao Wennuan threw Qiao Wennuan in the dining hall, and no matter if it was on face or on the heart, it was hard for Qiao Wennuan to accept. With a loud laugh, she angrily picked up her bag and followed up with Feng Cheng, hugging his waist from behind, and pitifully said, "Don't leave me, if there comes a day you don't love me anymore, I'll die."

She was afraid that he would go find Mu Qinghuan, especially afraid. There had never been a moment where she had so little confidence.

Therefore, she decided to withdraw from the entertainment circle to take back his heart.

If she continued to be willful, she was truly afraid that he would fall in love with that woman.

"What are you afraid of?" Feng Cheng turned to ask her.

"You like her, don't you?" Qiao Wennuan closed her eyes and asked anxiously.

Did his promise matter? Maybe not.

Qiao Wennuan looked at Feng Cheng with a captivating smile. What she wanted was a rebuttal.

Feng Cheng scoffed, what Qiao Wennuan asked was not a joke at all.

If he liked Mu Qinghuan, he wouldn't have broken up with her. When he first married Mu Qinghuan, it was also because she was Xia Zhenxiong's daughter.

He had given her many things, tender, caring, accommodating, but apart from love...

He didn't give her love, did he?

Busy streets!

"God damn it!" Mu Qinghuan's clothes were all drenched, she was currently riding on a small electric donkey, sending out food, who knew that suddenly it would rain, and the possibility of the rain getting heavier and heavier.

A head of soft hair that was originally pretty, was now hanging messily on her shoulder. Mu Qinghuan wiped her face heavily, and waited uncalmly for the red light in front of him.

Not far away...

The private car was parked silently at the intersection. It was not only because of the red light, but also because the road was too blocked. The car was like a snail, unable to climb up no matter how hard it tried.

"Young master, mister wishes for you to return to your room tonight to discuss your marriage with Miss Qiao …" The driver hesitated.

It was because at this moment, Qiao Wennuan's face was extremely ugly. How could she let herself be wronged by being a child, and if she wanted to be, of course she wanted to be the genuine Madam Feng. However, Feng Cheng and Mu Qinghuan did not divorce each other.

It was said that men with Feng Family could not get divorced, so would Feng Cheng be willing to help her break the marriage?

Feng Cheng immediately lowered his sinister gaze, "Tell her that I'm busy."

"But young master …" The driver trembled as he said, "This is what you meant."

Feng Cheng did not speak again!

His, Feng Cheng's, woman could only be the genuine Young Mistress!

"Will you get a divorce?" Turning her head, looking at his cold face, Qiao Wennuan asked uncertainly.

"Isn't it time …" Feng Cheng suddenly replied.

"What, do you suddenly think she's better than me?" If Feng Cheng wanted to leave this marriage, it would be a piece of cake. No matter where Mu Qinghuan hid, he would have ways to find her and divorce her.

"Warm." Feng Cheng interrupted her, "I already said, now is not the time."

"Why? "Why on earth did you marry her?" Qiao Wennuan questioned angrily. She wanted to know what kind of agreement existed between Feng Cheng and Xia Zhenxiong.

"Aiya!"

Waves of rain poured down onto Mu Qinghuan, turning her into a drenched chicken. She pitifully reached out her hands to cover her head, but it was completely useless.

Clang clang, Mu Qinghuan fell down from the little electric donkey.

Squeak, squeak!

The sound of brakes!

The wheels skidded on the ground before coming to a sudden stop.

"Young Master, we've bumped into someone!" The Mr. Mobile looked at Feng Cheng in panic!