Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

Gritting her teeth, Mu Qinghuan glared at Feng Cheng, "I already said I'm not selling! Do you not understand human speech? "

"Frankly speaking, I also have half the rights to sing that song. After all, I wrote the lyrics. If you offer a price, the result will make you satisfied." Every word was filled with aggression, and Feng Cheng was certain that he wanted to take that song away.

Mu Qinghuan suddenly laughed, "Then take the lyrics away, I wrote the melody myself."

It just so happens that we should separate that song forever!

Anyway, the words meant nothing to her.

"One million, I want it!" The strength of his hand was constantly tightening, and Feng Cheng seemed to be dealing with it patiently, but his tone was extremely indifferent.

"1 million is a bit too little, right? It's a pity that even if you give me ten million, I still won't agree to it! In the end, if I don't sell it, what else can you do? " With eyes full of ridicule, Mu Qinghuan smiled lightly, "Right, I have always had a question. If you want to know, how did you differentiate between the left and right mole of Qiao Wennuan's tears? If it was an ordinary person, they would definitely not be able to do it … I won't be able to find a substitute to be my wife! "

"Mu Qinghuan!" Without question, her words caused Feng Cheng to reach out and pinch her cheek, "Don't challenge my patience!"

"We've been together before. Why do you have to make it look so bad?" Laughing softly, Mu Qinghuan looked into his gloomy eyes and continued, "Give up on this song. In the future, we will return to the bridge.

Before she could finish her words, the sound of warm footsteps and conversation could be heard outside the door.

"This is Young Master Feng … She had donated a lot of resources! What a conscientious entrepreneur! " When Teacher Zhang walked over, Mu Qinghuan felt relieved on the surface, she herself heaved a sigh of relief.

"I never thought that Young Master Feng would be so young. He's really young and promising!" The rest of the teachers nodded their heads, all of them smiling at Feng Cheng, with their faces full of respect.

Feng Cheng did not say much, but Mu Qinghuan had some doubts, so it turned out that Feng Cheng had donated a lot of materials this time.

"Then this person …" Everyone shifted their gaze to Mu Qinghuan and laughed, "Such a young and beautiful lady like you is willing to come over to teach, it's really rare."

"I also have the time, so I want to do something that will contribute to this society." Mu Qinghuan laughed and purposely avoided Feng Cheng to stand beside Teacher Zhang.

When she stood there, someone teased her, "Teacher Mu and Teacher Zhang, you look just like husband and wife!"

When someone mentioned this, the more they saw it, the more they felt that it made sense. They all nodded, "If you look closely, there really is a husband and wife!"

"Ai, don't spout nonsense. Teacher Mu is from the city." Teacher Zhang laughed out loud on the surface, as if he was helping Mu Qinghuan out.

"Where is this person?" Actually, she was just a pauper, her purse was dried up just fine.

"So you're saying that Teacher Mu doesn't mind us teasing you?" Someone jeered.

She knew that they were just joking, that they were just joking.

"It's said that Teacher Mu is married."

The moment Feng Cheng said that, the relaxed atmosphere suddenly changed.

"No, I'm divorced." In Mu Qinghuan's heart, she and Feng Cheng had already divorced. Because men with Feng Family couldn't divorce, for the time being, she and Feng Cheng could only waste time like this. But in the end, they would end up like a divorce.

"Is that so?" With his wild eyes, eyes narrowing dangerously, Feng Cheng sneered at her!

"Young Master Feng, I've heard a lot about you." Pretending to be strangers, Mu Qinghuan nodded at Feng Cheng, then turned her head to look at Teacher Zhang, "The children are hungry, it's time to start eating."

"The children's food is ready …" Teacher Zhang wanted to say something but hesitated. He raised his head and looked at Feng Cheng, "I'm just afraid that Young Master Feng will not get used to it … "Well, I'll cook myself and make two dishes."

Mountain resources were scarce, and he could not get any good food.

"No need to cook. Let me do it. I'll cook the noodles." Mu Qinghuan volunteered herself!

It was not that she was bored to death, but that she did not like it when there were so many people who were busy doing things for a young master like Feng Cheng.

Very quickly, a bowl of noodles was cooked. Mu Qinghuan sprinkled a handful of chili over the noodles and threw it in front of him.

Without saying anything, Mu Qinghuan turned back to the other teachers and started to chat with them after eating flatbread.

Feng Cheng lowered his head, and lightly glanced at the fresh noodles, not mentioning how stinky it was, just on account of the pepper, he couldn't eat the chopsticks anymore.

"Young Master Feng, why don't you try this biscuit as well? Even though it looked dry, it actually tasted pretty good! You and Teacher Mu are both from the city, so she's used to eating. Saying that, Zhang laoshi reached out to grab the bowl of noodles, "The noodles definitely won't taste good. Let me eat it."

However, Feng Cheng turned his hand and grabbed onto Teacher Zhang's wrist, "It's okay, I'm not going to pick!"

Mu Qinghuan paused when he was eating the biscuit. She remembered that he was allergic to spicy food …

Mu Qinghuan was silent for a moment, then indifferently lowered her head and continued to eat the bread, not bothering to remind her of anything.

His body was his own, and he knew best about what he could eat. She was too lazy to waste her breath.

Raising his lower jaw, Feng Cheng stared at Mu Qinghuan, his eyes revealing a look of astonishment, he lowered his head and took a bite of the noodles.

Spicy!

It pierced his throat until it started to choke.

But Feng Cheng knew how to hide it well, and emotionlessly ate all the noodles.

"Young Master Feng, you should be returning to the city area tonight, right? It's almost 7 o'clock, if your car doesn't start soon, it will be too late. Zhang laoshi reminded him.

"Room?" Feng Cheng asked lightly. He was not planning to walk at all, he even planned to live in the mountains.

Teacher Zhang was stunned. "There are rooms, but it's too simple and crude. I'm afraid you're not used to it."

"That's right, that's right!" It was not that they didn't wish for Feng Cheng to stay for the night, after all, he was a philanthropist in the mountains. It was just that the environment was too simple and crude, afraid that he wouldn't be used to it.

"Give me a quiet room." As Feng Cheng left these words behind, his brows were knitted tightly. After walking a distance, he stretched out his hand to suppress the corners of his mouth, and his expression was somewhat unsightly.

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door!

Mu Qinghuan closed his jacket and walked over to open the door, but upon seeing who it was she immediately slammed it down.

"Yes …" A cold medicine? " The first reaction of Chili Pepper to allergy was a fever. Feng Cheng had contacted Doctor Wu and said that taking the cold medicine could ease the symptoms.

"Please wait a moment!" With a bang, the door closed. Mu Qinghuan found a box of medicine and opened the door, but closed it again.

But right at that moment, Feng Cheng reached out his hand, inserting it into the crevice, "You don't dare let me in, why, is there a man hiding in your room?"