Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

In the past, he had treated her well, but that was based on utilization.

As for now, it was hard to come to a conclusion …

After experiencing what it was like to be in despair, when Mu Qinghuan faced Feng Cheng again, she was still unable to remove the mask she had put up her guard.

Otherwise, who could really accept such a vicious man who was so determined to beg for forgiveness?

Seeing Mu Qinghuan not making a sound, Feng Cheng turned over and over in his bed. He really wanted to hug a girl and sleep, he said, "The bed is too hard."

"No?" Mu Qinghuan walked over and patted the bed. It felt very soft, not only soft but also comfortable.

This bed could be considered as Feng Cheng's bed. A natural born young master, sure enough, knew how to enjoy it.

"Shall we go out for supper?" It was eight in the night. Feng Cheng kicked Mu Qinghuan who was on the bed next door.

"No." Mu Qinghuan who was using her phone to watch TV ignored him. Eating midnight snacks was not good for her health.

"I need to go out and eat something. It's just right for me to walk." Feng Cheng's words were more straightforward, Mu Qinghuan, go out with your brother to crush the road.

"I'm tired." Without the slightest bit of romance, Mu Qinghuan laughed out loud at her phone's screen. She reckoned that this TV show was about to reach its climax.

"No wonder you're fat …" For any woman, being fat was a sensitive word. Therefore, after Feng Cheng suggested this, Mu Qinghuan's entire person became unsightly.

"How did I get fat?" Normally, no matter how delicious Mu Qinghuan was, she would eat a bowl of rice if she held back from doing so.

"You have a lazy body, but you don't know how to exercise. Serves you right for being fat." Feng Cheng stretched out his toes, and then put on his shoes.

"Hey, where are you going?" Mu Qinghuan couldn't understand, the sick man was not properly taking care of his body, and was actually going out?

"Going out for a walk alone." Feng Cheng shrugged his shoulders. He knew that Mu Qinghuan would never let him, a patient, out. He laughed playfully, and as he walked, he discovered that Mu Qinghuan had silently followed him.

"The doctor said that you need to recuperate. Are you sure it's Chinese? Do you know what recuperation means?" It was really too much to watch, so Mu Qinghuan tugged on Feng Cheng's arm, "Hurry up and go back, don't go out!"

"You also believe what the doctor says." Feng Cheng took the opportunity to embrace Mu Qinghuan. He felt that she was wearing too little and was slightly unhappy, "Don't wear so little just to look good, you're even wearing a skirt. Did you come to the hospital to take care of me or to seduce me?"

"The stockings are very warm." What's wrong with her dress? At least, she was wearing socks, not bare legs.

"You know, men see stockings... "I just want to pull it off …" Feng Cheng's mind was full of unhealthy things.

Mu Qinghuan was speechless, and did not answer at all.

"Let's go and have some barbecue …" Feng Cheng saw a few barbecue stalls on the streets, so he dragged her along like he was carrying a chick.

At the barbeque store, there were couples. Mu Qinghuan asked uncomfortably, "You can't eat this, it's not good for your health."

"I only want to eat a little, eat more." Feng Cheng crossed his arms across his chest and let Mu Qinghuan order.

"I don't eat." Shaking her head, Mu Qinghuan waved her hand and said, "I have to lose weight recently."

"What? Do you really think that I'm telling the truth when I say you're fat?" Feng Cheng scratched his head. It was really hard to guess what he was thinking, but he was sure that he was not fat, but he insisted on losing weight.

"I really don't want to eat it. You don't want to harm me." With her mouth stretched tight, Mu Qinghuan would not eat anything even if she was beaten to death.

"Here, I'll feed you one." Feng Cheng hated that he couldn't just feed Mu Qinghuan to his pig head. Like this, no one would pay attention to her.

"Oh right, Hei Juesi …" When Feng Cheng just started to think, he suddenly thought that this was a fake show. She shook his head, then fell into confusion …

"What are you thinking about?" As he could not bear to see Mu Qinghuan eating and thinking about the pot, Feng Cheng gave Mu Qinghuan a kick.

"Don't mess with me, eat your midnight snack." When she came back to her senses, Mu Qinghuan poked the mutton skewer in front of her. In the end, she could not resist the temptation of food.

"I said I won't eat, but I ate more than I did." On the way back, Feng Cheng teased.

Mu Qinghuan didn't even bother to pay attention to him, as soon as she pushed open the door, she saw a few uninvited guests.

It was Feng Cheng's group of iron-blooded brothers.

"Did you guys go out to play?" Di Erye asked curiously.

"Yeah." Feng Cheng nodded and went back to his bed, "This is so boring."

"Mu Qinghuan, are you coaxing the Fourth Brother to take you out for fun?" Di Erye immediately looked at Mu Qinghuan closely.

"What?" Mu Qinghuan shook her head and quickly explained, "It's not me, it's your Fourth Brother.

"About that, can't you just watch a little?" Di Erye glared at Mu Qinghuan, "Don't you know that Fourth Brother can't eat that right now?"

"The string didn't contain any chilies." Mu Qinghuan explained, but Di Erye did not listen at all. He spoke straightforwardly, "Do you want to hear the doctor's opinion?"

"Young Master Feng can only eat some liquid food right now. Only then will my wounds heal faster …" The doctor hurried over, repeating this sentence over and over.

"Miss Mu, I originally wanted you to take care of Young Master Feng because you are a girl and he is more meticulous. But how could you let Young Master Feng eat string after string? "That's not healthy, and it's not good for the body …" The doctor began to whisper.

"Shut up!" "Why are you talking about it?" "Young Master Di, you know my personality, not just anyone can be given face. If I didn't want to eat it myself, Mu Qinghuan could just coax me to go?"

Di Erye did not make a sound, but Nangong Yang interrupted, "Maybe not."

"Fuck you." Di Erye nudged Nangong Yang's arm and looked at him speechlessly.

Mu Qinghuan had enough, she wasn't even Feng Cheng's servant. "I want to go home!"

"Are you happy now?" Feng Cheng held onto Mu Qinghuan tightly, then looked at Di Erye tightly, "My woman, I can't even bear to curse myself …"

"Enough. We, young master Ratti, have to leave first." Nangong Yang forcefully dragged Di Erye out of the door, and before he left, he bowed to Mu Qinghuan, "Fourth Sister, I am truly sorry."

"Don't shout, I'm a married woman, who's your Fourth Sister-in-Law?" Mu Qinghuan shouted!

"Mom, quickly run." Seeing that Mu Qinghuan was so angry, Nangong Yang ran away as if he was escaping.

Soon after, Feng Cheng blocked the way.

Mu Qinghuan held her own bag and lowered her head, "Get out of my way, I want to go home!"

"If you leave, who will accompany me?" Feng Cheng said in all seriousness, "The hospital is so bored, if no one talks to me, won't it be boring to death?"

"Why are you so bored? Let Water Immortal accompany you!" Mu Qinghuan raised her hand and laughed coldly.

"What? Are you jealous?"