Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

After graduating from primary school, I was very excited. I always felt that I had become a big child, several grades higher than Zhuzhu.

"Look, Dad, this is my diploma!" With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his heart, he was not disappointed because the Fengcheng people were in France.

Although young, my heart has already understood that dad has an important job to be busy with and can't be with him all the time.

Dad loves him and will fly back if he is free.

"Son..." He pinched his palm into a fist, which touched Fengcheng's heart. His son was really sensible. He knew that at this time, he should be present to celebrate for his son.

When he was a child, Fengcheng was too little to be loved by his father. He had always longed for a simple and pure paternal love. Therefore, he knew that boys also had sensitive thoughts. They not only wanted their mother's love, but also wanted to be valued by their father.

Although the son does not complain, but Fengcheng is disappointed with himself.

As a responsible father, he should be at this important moment.

"What's the matter with you, dad? Your expression, eh Is it constipation? " Heart a word to make the atmosphere active, but also make people cry and laugh!

Heart, what a treasure.

"Feng Xiaoer, are you sitting on the toilet Mu Qinghuan also plays tricks with his son.

"I'm in the office..." Fengcheng shot behind the scene, suddenly feeling said, "good son, father is not good enough."

"No, Dad..." My father confessed his mistake voluntarily, but his heart couldn't adapt to it. His father always felt tall and tall. He was either gentle or cold. He was too few to be so grounded.

Father is so, so deep.

"Keep going, son, you are my pride!" The better the material conditions, the better, but his son did not disgrace him, Fengcheng was very pleased.

"Dad, you were smarter than me when you were eight years old!" Seal the heart and drum up the cheek. Tell the truth.

“……” Fengcheng recalled that he didn't like to study hard, but to give Lin Zhiran a face in Fengjia. Now think about it, what's the use of fighting for those?

Mu Qinghuan's mouth twitched, "ah? When Feng Xiaoer was eight years old Have you graduated from primary school

She should be playing with mud, right?

She and Fengcheng Not in the same world at all!

He's smart, handsome, multi gold The tall image like a mountain, muqinghuan pressed out of breath.

"Qinghuan..." The city was deliberately silenced.

Mu Qinghuan second understand, he has something to say alone.

Happy, Mu Qinghuan deliberately put the mobile phone close to the ear.

I heard him say, "well, I like idiots."

Although not the most provocative love words, Mu Qinghuan is still blushing.

The next second, Mu Qinghuan heard someone call him, "Niki..."

The sound is

Ouyang Meiluo, holding two documents, has already stood at her desk. Seeing Feng Cheng chatting, she doesn't notice her knocking on the door. Ouyang Meiluo's eyes suddenly change.

"What's the matter?" Put the mobile phone aside, Fengcheng did not close the mobile phone, but deliberately let Mu Qinghuan listen.

"Niki, these two documents need your signature." Ouyang Meiluo said mechanically.

"I see." Feng Cheng waved his hand. "I need to see it. You want to go down. I'll tell the assistant to give it to you later."

He took the initiative to read the documents What? He's guarding her?

"Good." Feeling uncomfortable, Ouyang Meiluo angrily goes out.

"Miss you..." Finish the two words on the receiver, Fengcheng sighed, and then hard to close the phone.

Let him admit "missing" himself It's harder than getting him to admit he likes it.

Raise the corners of the mouth, seal the city, try to suppress the seeds of missing in the heart.

……

Ming family.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening, but the whole Ming mansion was full of lights.

The living room, on the table.

Sitting in a critical position, Yan Naier held the chopsticks and barely ate two mouthfuls. Then she heard mingma say, "I went out today to do maintenance with some good sisters. Suddenly, I heard something that I didn't know at first. They were talking about my daughter-in-law."

"Mom..." Almost unable to hold the bowl and chopsticks, Yan Naier bit the chopsticks, and then suddenly stare at the big eyes, heart uneasy.

"What do you hear?" Ming's father and mother sing together.

Yan Naier's heart is tense, and mingchengyu turns pale.

Mingma didn't say it directly, but said in an educational tone, "Nell, if you want to work, it's not impossible. But you should consider the social status of my son Chengyu. His identity is really not suitable for a wife in public..."

Without giving Yan Naier any room to digest, mingma continued, "no matter what you want to do, you should discuss with my son, so that my son will inform me and your father-in-law in advance, so that there will be no such scandal?""Mom, I know it's wrong..." Doesn't she want to discuss with Ming Chengyu?

However, mingchengyu is not at home all day long, either as a company or as a place for playing music.

She didn't know what he was doing outside, whether it was entertainment or entertainment. She could only get the news of Ming Chengyu from the newspaper.

Everyone knows that her wife Ming is just a big joke. Even a small director doesn't pay attention to her.

After a meal, mingchengyu looks at Yan Naier slightly, but says nothing. He puts down his chopsticks and looks thoughtful.

"Do you want to go out to work in the future?" Mingma worried asked, for fear that Yan Naier would make a joke again.

"Mom, I'll talk to him." The tone is not good. Yan Naier wants to get angry, but after all, mingma is an elder. She has some opinions and can only talk to mingchengyu.

She is afraid of Ming Chengyu, but she also has a temper, doesn't she?

She Yan Naier somehow mixed up in the entertainment industry, because she was disfigured, so did not have the previous self-confidence, but she still has self-esteem!

"Well, you and Cheng Yu have a good discussion..." Ming Ma nodded properly and then looked at Xiang Ming Chengyu. "Son, if she is at home, she will arrange a job for her."

"I know, mom..." Ming Chengyu thought a little, "my company is short of a secretary."

"Can she do this?" Mingma doubts that Yan Naier was once a member of the entertainment industry. Does he have this wisdom?

Yan Naier is silent.

"Tonight, you stay and sleep." Mingma decided on her own, "Chengyu, you go to play chess with your father. Nell, you come to my room and help me choose the jewelry to use when I go out tomorrow."

"All right, mom." Put down the chopsticks, Yan Naier nodded.

But as soon as she got up, her cell phone vibrated.

It was an unexpected call Mr. Zhao called.

From Ming Chengyu's vision, he can just see the caller ID, and his eyes suddenly sink.

"Nell, come with me." Yan Naier was stunned, and mingma hastened her voice.

"Well, I see." Yan Naier lowers her head and cuts off the call, but she has a meaningful look at Shangming Chengyu!

"Wait a minute..." All of a sudden, the tone of the city in the Ming Dynasty was amusing.

Yan Naier just walked a step, the next second only feel his wrist let a person mercilessly press tight!

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