Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

It was indeed an indescribable likeness.

A person's face would always change slightly over time, but that look …

The man's gloomy eyes narrowed as if he had thought of something.

"Like?" This uncertain term caused Feng Cheng's spirits to wane. The goblet in his hand swayed, and scarlet wine spilled out from the cup as he placed the goblet down.

At the same time, his phone rang.

Feng Cheng lowered his head and thought, it was Qiao Wennuan!

"It really does look like it. Do you want to see that woman?" The man kindly reminded Qin Wentian. If his guesses were all true, then it would be too laughable.

"Really?" "Just how much does it look like …" After standing up and buttoning his shirt, Feng Cheng walked out of the private room at the same time. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, "Are you sure?"

"I'm not confident …" The man shook his head, sounding a bit guilty. "Back then, I saw that girl being dragged into the room. If I could have realized that something was amiss and saved her, it might have been because of what happened afterwards …"

"Right, I saw your wife earlier in the day, how was your relationship?" A complicated look leaked out of his eyes, and the man's words sounded a little probing.

Feng Cheng did not speak, but the man suddenly asked, "What is her name?"

In that moment, Feng Cheng's face was filled with displeasure, and he slammed the door and left.

The man shrugged helplessly. What kind of plane is this, not even asking for a name?

Walking to the entrance of the pub, the smell of alcohol on Feng Cheng's body had already dissipated by more than half. His hand was stuck in his pocket and felt a cool and icy cold thing.

Mu Qinghuan recited, and what she wanted to obtain...

He was lost in thought as he watched …

Until then, "Qiao Wennuan's sweet voice leaped out," This thumb ring … How about giving it to me? "

After trying his best to maintain his elegant smile, the bottom of Qiao Wennuan's eyes hurt.

This thumb ring... Did he find it in the pool?

"This... "How did you get here?" Qiao Wennuan asked despite knowing the answer.

"Don't move." Closing his palm, Feng Cheng ordered with a cold voice!

"It's just a thumb ring, can't you let me take a look?" Her heart was stifled, Qiao Wennuan felt as if someone poured a bucket of cold water over him from head to toe, causing her entire body to stiffen.

Do you know what wild fire means?

As long as Mu Qinghuan was still in this city, they would eventually bump into each other.

How could this be?

If she, Qiao Wennuan, could take away Mu Qinghuan's song, she could also take away this thumb ring.

She wanted to destroy everything in Mu Qinghuan!

"This, I can't." Clenching the thumb ring tightly, Feng Cheng got in the car and rubbed the middle of his painful eyebrows.

Was she, Mu Qinghuan, provoking him?

No, what do you mean no? Qiao Wennuan's face turned white!

"Miss Qiao, please get in the car!" The driver respectfully reminded him.

"Feng Cheng!" Qiao Wennuan took a step forward, and stared at the man who was nestling on the back seat of the carriage, napping. "Why is it that you don't want to give me this kind of thing?"

"Get in, or not. Choose one." His cold and merciless questioning caused Qiao Wennuan to lose a lot of face.

"Sure, give me the thumb ring and I'll get in the car!" Qiao Wennuan stood straight as she was filled with anger.

If he could reject Mu Qinghuan's love for her sake, then what was a mere thumb ring?

"Drive, drive." When Feng Cheng's voice fell, Qiao Wennuan staggered in disbelief.

"Feng Cheng!"

When she chased after her, Qiao Wennuan had only eaten a mouthful of air, and was so angry that her facial features twitched, "You owe me! You owe me! "

Xinxin... This damned child, had destroyed her engagement when she was just born, and had become a hindrance for her to enter the Shallow Bay!

Clank, clank!

The door was kicked open!

"You, how did you get in?" Clutching her collar tightly, Mu Qinghuan retreated no less than three steps. After calming down, she immediately grabbed her phone.

She wanted to contact the Sixth Brother or the police!

An apartment arranged by the Sixth Brother, it was too unsafe!

"What about the contract? "Give it to me." After walking in, Feng Cheng treated the apartment as if it was his place, his elbow calmly pressed tightly against the door, his cold gaze fixed on her panicking face!

"What contract?" He had already taken the song away. What else was he going to do?

"What? Do you need me to remind you one word at a time?" Pulling off his tie, Feng Cheng was enveloped in a chilling atmosphere, a stance that was not easy to offend.

The way he usually acted like a gentleman was all an act, right?

Deep in his bones, he was a beast of violence!

"Your contract with Holy Beauty!" When Feng Cheng's words came out, he had already pulled Mu Qinghuan's wrist, and pressed him down onto the sofa by his side!

Bang! Her cell phone hit the floor.

Then came his cold words, "Your contract... I want it! "

Ah--!" Her back crashed into the incomparably soft sofa. It wasn't because of the pain, but instead, it was due to his burning breath that was filled with the smell of alcohol, causing Mu Qinghuan to feel dizzy and dizzy!

What did he want the contract for?

"What, you want to ban me?" The smile on her face was like a flower, but the depths of Mu Qinghuan's eyes sank, she did not want to die at Fourth Brother's hands.

As he traced his finger across the red tear marks at the corner of her eyes, Feng Cheng bit his lips and said, "I might not ban you, but do you think that you'll be able to really step onto the stage without me?"

Step into the path of cultivation? What kind of joke was this?

He went straight to the point. "Do you think you can go to the press conference tomorrow?"

"King, eighth, egg!" No matter how clear-headed Mu Qinghuan was, she could not help but curse out loud.

This was too despicable! He actually didn't give her a chance to do anything!

Calm, I have to calm down!

"In tomorrow's debut, you should save your time. Whatever you do, I won't ask." His lips were filled with warning, "Please... "Don't piss me off!"

As if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, Mu Qinghuan shook her head and laughed, "Fourth Brother … It's not what you say, it's what you say. If you can manage tomorrow, then in the future, will you manage me forever? "

"Why don't you try and see if I can control you with my current strength." His thin lips moved over and pressed against her ear. After he finished speaking, he laughed lightly in disdain.

He was too intimate with her, like a lover from the last century, but Mu Qinghuan's face was pale white.

Why did he have to control her?

She didn't want to be tied down, didn't want to be trampled on, so she chose to walk the path.

As long as she stepped onto the path, she would be able to draw a clear line between them …

He said, No.

But, on what basis?

A warm sensation came from the corner of his mouth, followed by a stabbing pain.

Mu Qinghuan was shocked. She subconsciously reached out her hand in front of his body with a face full of rejection, "Please leave!"

"Heh, if you were to set out on your path, the first thing you would do would be to serve a man like me. What, aren't you used to it?"

He purposely suppressed her softness and said, "You don't know how to serve a man, but you still dare to step forward?"

Damn, Mu Qinghuan can't take it anymore!