Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

Zhou Xia Meng's death made Feng Cheng realize that it was definitely not safe for Mu Qinghuan to live alone in this apartment.

But how could he be willing to just watch Mu Qinghuan stay in the Lan Family and interact with her everyday?

"Who wants to live with you?" Mu Qinghuan gave him these words, "Shameless!"

"As long as you agree, I will be responsible for the Lan family's funds!" Feng Cheng boasted. In fact, he did indeed have the ability.

"I will think of a way to fund it myself …" Just as Mu Qinghuan finished speaking, Feng Cheng asked everything she knew, "Then when are you going to get a divorce?"

Without waiting for Mu Qinghuan to speak, she felt like her wrist had been saved.

It was unknown when Hei Juesi walked over, but with a push of his shoulder, he pulled Mu Qinghuan into his embrace, raised his chin, and looked at Feng Cheng victoriously: "Young Master Feng, thank you for taking so much care of my wife."

"Of course, she's my ex-wife. Our relationship is deep …" The atmosphere was not an ordinary awkwardness as Feng Cheng emphasized the word "deep".

"People can't live in memories. Since Qinghuan is married to me, it means that she has already forgotten about you. Don't lie to yourself and think that she still has you in her heart … Otherwise, you wouldn't have come back with me. " The reason he followed Mu Qinghuan back was to hide from the mafia, which coincidentally made Feng Cheng into a protective umbrella.

"She married you for the sake of graduation. You know she's Chinese, so you intentionally stopped her from graduating …" To hit the nail on the head, Feng Cheng pointed out the crux of the matter.

"In short, it can be considered fate …" Unable to hold on any longer, Hei Juesi headed straight for the living room.

Feng Cheng stood quietly on the spot, threw his phone to the ground and stepped on it a few times.

He gifted Xinxin to her, and accompanied her … You think he's free?

After dinner, Mu Qinghuan's face did not look too good. One part was about Zhou Xia Meng's death, and the other part was about the Lan family's financing.

The next day, Mu Qinghuan found out that Vice President Lei of the Hai Xia Bank was going to attend a swimsuit party.

Vice President Lei and Lan Family didn't have a deep personal relationship, so it was impossible for Lan Yue to take the initiative to raise funds. But at a time like this, a dead horse could only be treated as a living horse.

If he successfully negotiated with Vice President Lei, he would be able to smoothly acquire 100 million yuan in financing.

Mu Qinghuan didn't want to give up this chance.

Six in the evening.

Mu Qinghuan wore a cool and refreshing dress with seven inches high heels. It was extremely elegant and charming, but it did not seem to be frivolous. Instead, it was a type of fashion and vitality.

There were at least a hundred people attending this large swimsuit party.

Zhao Qianyu was one of them, as was her brother, Zhao Ziqiang.

Meeting Zhao Qianyu head on, Mu Qinghuan immediately turned around and walked towards the row of delicacies.

First fill up your stomach!

"Where's the wine?"

This voice sounded right beside her ears. Mu Qinghuan raised her head and looked.

He completely treated her like a servant …

Mu Qinghuan pointed towards the stage, but in the next second, her wrist was grabbed.

"I've been watching you ever since we got in the door. We've met, haven't we?" In one breath, he drank all the wine. Then, Zhao Ziqiang actually placed the glass against Mu Qinghuan's lips in an ambiguous manner.

Nausea.

"What do you want?" Panic flashed across Mu Qinghuan's eyes. She finally understood, this Zhao Ziqiang was venting it out for Zhao Qianyu!

"Be good to me." Zhao Ziqiang's tone was overcast, he looked at Mu Qinghuan again, and said indifferently, "I think very highly of you, that's why I want to play with you."

"Scram!" Slowly moving backwards, Mu Qinghuan shouted angrily, wanting to call the others over.

"Are you sure it's that loud? In case someone comes along, I think, the ugliest thing is you... "I heard you're married …"

Zhao Ziqiang was proud, but he didn't expect a strong arm to reach out from behind him and press on his neck.

Ah!" "Who are you?" In a moment of panic, the wine cup in Zhao Ziqiang's hand shattered on the ground.

Ah!" Help... "Save me!" He couldn't even see who the person was behind him. Zhao Ziqiang had already been dragged into the pool.

The crowd burst into laughter, drowning out the commotion.

Gulp, gulp, gulp …

Zhao Ziqiang struggled in the water!

Silent fighting...

Gulp, gulp, gulp …

Zhao Ziqiang tasted the loss of breath...

"Ugh …" Suddenly, Zhao Ziqiang felt a sharp pain in his throat. He wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

This feeling was called losing your voice …

Standing at the side of the pool nervously, Mu Qinghuan was a little confused.

Plop …

A handsome figure broke out of the water, causing Feng Cheng to be drenched in water, but he looked even wilder. He did not look at anyone, and did not pay any attention to the gazes from all around.

Taking a step back, Mu Qinghuan wanted to run, but was pulled away by Feng Cheng on the spot!

"How am I wrong?" Weird, Mu Qinghuan didn't know why she felt guilty.

He looked at her, his eyes devilish, his mouth mocking, and suddenly he lowered his head and bit her lip!

It was just a mouth to mouth, Feng Cheng did not use much strength, his movements was very frivolous, his eyes staring straight at Mu Qinghuan.

When Mu Qinghuan saw Feng Cheng's empty eyes, which carried some destruction and mockery, she was a little afraid. She took a step back and stuck close to the wall, then took a deep breath.

"What relationship?" Feng Cheng suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" After a while, Mu Qinghuan finally found her voice and tried to calm herself down.

Seeing Mu Qinghuan's panic, Feng Cheng strode over, supported his hands on the wall next to Mu Qinghuan, and asked, "Are you looking for him, or is he looking for you?"

"Sick!" If she did not see a man as casual as Zhao Ziqiang, how could she fancy him? Moreover, before they divorced, Mu Qinghuan knew how to write things that were fair and honest.

Feng Cheng was not very satisfied with Mu Qinghuan's answer, but he had seen previously that Zhao Zi was being unreasonable, and his tone was light, "Next time, he won't dare to find trouble with you."

"What did you do to him?" Mu Qinghuan questioned.

"A simple lesson." Feng Cheng did not reveal any more, and laid on her back that was so white that there was not a single flaw, and asked indifferently: "When are you going to get divorced, hm?"

"I don't divorce." After hesitating for a few seconds, Mu Qinghuan turned her face away. She would force her to divorce him anytime she wanted!

straightened Mu Qinghuan's face and asked, "Are you purposely angering me?"

"Very interesting... Isn't it? To force a woman who has no love in her heart to play a love game with me, and my married identity, this is completely different from what you've experienced before, isn't it very exciting? "

Just as Mu Qinghuan finished speaking, Feng Cheng carried her and threw her on the grass, "Thrust, stimulate, you, sister!"

Ah--!" After falling to the ground, Mu Qinghuan frowned and rubbed her back, "Feng Cheng, you're not a human!

Staring at Mu Qinghuan without blinking, Feng Cheng quickly unbuckled his belt, and his huge body instantly smashed onto Mu Qinghuan!