Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

Then, Mu Qinghuan's next sentence, "Go!"

Actually, Mu Qinghuan couldn't take it anymore, couldn't stand his pestering every day, couldn't stand him disregarding her own body …

Every time she saw his wound, she would only feel especially dazzling. She would also feel an empty and stinging pain in her heart.

She let him go?

"I'm not leaving! Life is so short, and there are still accidents, why don't you cherish it? " The accidents in front of him were simply bloody cases. Even if he, Feng Cheng, was the death god of women, so what?

He was a man, and since he had the guts to love, he had the ability to protect his woman.

"She won't get out of the car... When you gave up on her, you had already drawn a clear line between the two of you. Not everything could be recovered, and not everything could be returned to its owner. She and I … After ending the case here, Mu Qinghuan will follow me to France. In the future, we will be living in France, so please let go. " Finished, Hei Juesi stepped on the throttle.

That car was flying straight ahead of Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng clenched his teeth, got on the car immediately and drove after his.

Actually, what Mu Qinghuan wanted to go to was the Feng's, but Feng Cheng insisted on following.

He just wouldn't give up any chance.

When the car stopped, Hei Juesi saw in the mirror that Feng Cheng had followed him in his car.

Feng Cheng... He really didn't want to give up.

But it was impossible for him, Hei Juesi, to follow Mu Qinghuan to work all the time.

However, Mu Qinghuan's attitude just now, had already expressed everything.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forgive Feng Cheng.

Thinking about it this way, Hei Juesi felt a little more comfortable. He took out his umbrella and gave it to Mu Qinghuan, "Give me a call when you're off duty, I'll come over to pick you up."

"Alright." Mu Qinghuan nodded her head, and walked into the company's main hall with the umbrella.

Feng Cheng immediately stopped the car at the door and told the secretary to drive away. Ignoring Hei Juesi's beckoning, he followed Mu Qinghuan into the elevator.

"CEO, good morning!"

"Fourth Brother!"

Everyone greeted Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng was so annoyed that he ignored everyone and followed behind Mu Qinghuan.

Since it was business time, the elevator was full of people.

Unknowingly, someone accidentally bumped into Mu Qinghuan, causing her to let out a miserable cry as she crashed into the wall behind her. Feng Cheng's hands moved quickly as he held her in his arms!

In an instant, the inside of the elevator was filled with the sound of people inhaling …

"You-!" If there were not so many people around, Mu Qinghuan would definitely have strangled Feng Cheng to death.

"Stop talking, or do you wish to flirt with me in front of others?" Feng Cheng's words were not bad, he was a female killer, a single glance was enough to attract a person's attention.

If Mu Qinghuan started a fight with him, the other employees would only think that Mu Qinghuan was purposely showing her love.

F * ck, I don't know what to say anymore.

Finally, Mu Qinghuan reached the PR Department and immediately walked out of the elevator.

However, Feng Cheng remained calm and continued to follow him.

"What are you doing?" When Mu Qinghuan sat down, Feng Cheng pushed away his female colleague who was next door and sat opposite of him.

"Fourth Brother, that's my position …" The female colleague was in a daze as she looked at Feng Cheng.

"From today onwards, I will sit here …" Feng Cheng pointed to the place beneath him.

"But …" The female staff opened her mouth wide.

"What? You have an objection?" Feng Cheng pushed the document away and took out his phone to have Tina send the document over.

"Fourth Brother …" When Tina brought the documents over, she could only arrange another seat for the female colleague so that Feng Cheng and Mu Qinghuan could sit face to face.

"What are you trying to do?" Mu Qinghuan unhappily turned the pen in her hand.

"I'm looking at a file …" Feng Cheng lowered his head and stared at the document, it was only his wound that had yet to be treated.

His wound was close to his heart. At that time, the doctors said that if it was slightly off, it would hit his heart and he would die.

"I advise you to go to the hospital." Mu Qinghuan said indifferently.

"Not going." Feng Cheng shook his head, "I know my own body well."

"Then whatever you want …" Since Feng Cheng was unwilling to change seats, Mu Qinghuan walked over to Nangong Ling's side.

Five minutes later, Nangong Ling was forced to sit in his original position.

The moment Nangong Ling raised his head, he and Feng Cheng looked at each other, eyes wide. Furthermore, there was obvious disdain in the depths of Feng Cheng's eyes …

Nangong Ling felt that this feeling was simply too great. He coughed twice, "I'll trade this for it now."

"No need." Feng Cheng held a pen in his mouth, leisurely squinted his eyes, and smiled.

"Huh?" Nangong Ling was puzzled.

"You little brat, you don't understand, beauty comes from distance …" Feng Cheng stared straight at Mu Qinghuan.

Mu Qinghuan obviously noticed it, so she intentionally turned around and only gave him a view of her back.

Even so, Feng Cheng continued to stare at his, at her butt and calves …

"Fourth Brother, you should keep a low profile. You are the god of death … "The murderer hasn't been found yet, but you …" Nangong Ling scratched his head, "You don't harm my Miss Mu."

"She's my ex-wife …" Feng Cheng glared at Nangong Ling, "Your brother Nangong Yang didn't tell you?"

"…" Nangong Ling's face drooped, "My brother said that I have only one brain, and that I only have this case, the killer."

"You deserve to be single." Feng Cheng scoffed.

"Then Fourth Brother, you … Why divorce your ex-wife? " Nangong Ling had also recently transferred over, so he did not know what happened three years ago.

Feng Cheng lowered his eyes, and did not reply.

Since he touched the lightning bolt, Nangong Ling restrained himself and did not ask anymore.

"For the sake of the Feng's, I have given up on her …" Feng Cheng suddenly replied.

"No wonder she didn't want you." Nangong Ling didn't feel the slightest bit of surprise, and smiled at Feng Cheng, "Fourth Brother, you're also single, so you have no right to say anything about me."

"I have a son …" Feng Cheng had no way to refute his words.

Feng Cheng even put down his harsh words, "It's impossible for me to let my son address others as father. My family's Xinxin is so adorable."

During lunch time, Nangong Ling and Mu Qinghuan arranged to go to the staff cafeteria.

Feng Cheng also silently followed.

During this time, Nangong Ling and Mu Qinghuan were discussing the case and observing Xie Xiaoqiu.

Feng Cheng could not interject at all. He grudgingly ate and ate until he suddenly sneezed a few times.

"Fourth Brother, did you catch a cold? "What's going on? My clothes are still wet …" Nangong Ling grabbed Feng Cheng's clothes.

"I'm fine." Feng Cheng's clothes were initially soaked by the rain, then his body alternated between cold and hot, and was drenched in sweat. Right now, he only felt an intense headache, his nose was a little stuffy, and his breathing was also uncomfortable.

"Why don't you take a bath and change your clothes?" Nangong Ling's words were more in line with an ordinary person's thoughts.

However, Mu Qinghuan used her chopsticks to take away the meat dishes on Feng Cheng's plate, "Since you have a cold, then don't eat the big fish."

"…" Couldn't she give him some face? He was angry.

"You're worried about me …" Then, Feng Cheng changed his way of thinking and smiled at Mu Qinghuan.

Instantly, Mu Qinghuan's entire body stiffened …