Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

Mu Qing Huan completely ignored Feng Cheng, and what she did not know was that his untamed gaze had always been fixed on her …

To the heavens and earth, Mu Qing Huan was dressed conservatively, and did not reveal a single detail about the place that he should be blocking, as there was no way to seduce him.

"Mom, have some food." Mu Qing Huan helped Zhang Lan with the food, deliberately trying to put a cold shoulder on Pheasant.

"Oh." Mu Qing Huan hurriedly nodded, and only agreed on the surface.

Don't even mention eating for Feng Cheng, even if she looked at him, she would not even look at him.

She tilted her head to the side so that her nostrils would stick to the sky.

"Qing Huan, don't be so willful!" Zhang Lan secretly pushed her.

"Mom, didn't you ask me to eat?" After continuously stuffing food into his mouth, Mu Qing Huan said irritably, "Why are you always calling me food? He has hands and feet, and I'm not his servant, so why do I have to serve him food? "

The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

"Qing Huan..." She had received a lot of benefits from Feng Cheng. This time, it was another two million, but she did not dare to say it out loud.

Every time she asked for money, Feng Cheng would fork out the money without blinking. Other than the disdain in his eyes, she treated him as a money printing machine.

Why was he willing to give her the money? Zhang Lan was also suspicious …

I heard he has a son.

He was also three years old …

"Mom, I finally had a meal. Can you let me have it?" Mu Qing Huan lowered her head, looking straight ahead as she ate. Of course she ignored Feng Cheng.

Zhang Lan sighed, and forced a smile at Feng Cheng, "feudalism, you eat more too, she doesn't understand, please take more responsibility."

"Qing Huan, serve me food." Raising her chin, Feng Cheng gently put down her chopsticks. Her posture, was as though if Mu Qing Huan was not willing to give him food, and he would not eat.

"..." Pui! Mu Qing Huan pretended not to hear. She only wanted to eat her meal as soon as possible and take her leave to work overtime at the company.

She wouldn't return even if she wanted to! Humph!

"Qing Huan, stop messing around." The acoustic line revealed a bit of pampering, and so Feng Cheng was patiently waiting for that chance to happen.

"..." Mu Qing Huan still ignored him.

Zhang Lan lowered her face and was about to teach Mu Qing Huan a lesson, but Feng Cheng was the first to stand up, purposely taking a seat beside Mu Qing Huan.

After being stunned for three seconds, Mu Qing Huan immediately wanted to switch positions, but her slim waist fell into the man's large and strong palm.

At the moment, other than wriggling his body to express his inner dissatisfaction, Mu Qing Huan had no other way to struggle.

"Eat." Since it was certain that Mu Qing Huan would not take the initiative to please him, Feng Cheng could only eat by herself.

He was obviously eating a crab, but he couldn't peel off one of his hands easily. The other hand was still holding onto Mu Qing Huan, unwilling to let go of her even if she didn't want to eat.

Several times in a row, Feng Cheng was unable to eat a single mouthful of crab. He let out a sigh, and as if it was on purpose, he placed the crab in a spot that Mu Qing Huan would think was the most eye-catching.

Even Mu Qing Huan had to suspect that this brat was feigning pity.

The crab was right in front of her eyes. It was as if it had suddenly come to life, accusing her of being a little wife. It was not gentle enough.

Zhang Lan laughed but did not speak. As an experienced person, she could tell that Feng Cheng was giving him a way out.

Since Feng Cheng wanted to give Mu Qing Huan a way out, he should have a way to coax her.

"Do you want to eat?" The chopsticks fiercely smashed onto the innocent crab as Mu Qing Huan turned her head to look at Feng Cheng.

"Yes." With just one word, he was noble and assured, and an obvious look of anticipation flashed past Feng Cheng's eyes.

Seeing Feng Cheng's current expression, Mu Qing Huan could not bear to continue, so he obediently helped him peel the crab egg, stack it into a spoon and gave it to him to eat. He obviously wanted to be nice to him, but he said in a fierce tone, "Eat! Eat quickly! "

Feng Cheng smiled lazily, but turned around and fed it to her. "Good girl, I'm giving it to you to eat."

"Feng Xiao Er, do you also know what is called a guilty conscience?" After eating the fragrant crab Huang, Mu Qing Huan doubted Feng Cheng's motive, thinking that he could please her with just a mouthful of crab Huang?

His relationship with Yan Nai Er was unclear, and puzzling.

and Shen Si Ran did not know what was going on …

There was even something that Lan Fei Er didn't understand …

F * ck, how did she survive?

"I'm going home today." As he spoke, the man's thin lips pressed against her ear, "The little guy at home wants to hear my story …"

His low and hoarse voice clearly didn't mention her …

But Mu Qing Huan felt an inexplicable sense of guilt, as if Feng Cheng had already seen through her thoughts.

The entire table was light, Mu Qing Huan especially wanted to eat spicy fish, hence she ordered a plate of pickled fish.

Not long later, the pickled fish were served.

After craving to death, Mu Qing Huan ate a mouthful of spicy hot pickled vegetables, and then ate a mouthful of spicy fish.

Noticing that Feng Cheng had not moved his mouth, she bit his chopsticks and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

Feng Cheng shook his head. He would become allergic to spices and would only drink from tea, "I'm not hungry."

"Delicious. How about you try it?" Eating alone was shameful, Mu Qing Huan gave him a piece of fish.

Feng Cheng still did not move his chopsticks, but Mu Qing Huan subconsciously pouted and continued to eat.

"Hm."

The corner of his mouth suddenly grew warm. Mu Qing Huan opened his eyes wide in shock.

He then looked at Zhang Lan, obviously very embarrassed. He pushed him away a few times, but he didn't move an inch.

When he saw that the corner of her mouth had been stained with bright red chilli peppers, red and swollen, her luster was tempting, and he couldn't help but taste her taste …

When he ate the chili peppers, his expression suddenly changed. He took a deep breath and lowered his head to eat the rice. The more he ate, the hotter he became!

Feng Cheng suddenly raised his head, looked at Mu Qing Huan's smiling face, and pressed his hand on her mouth and gave her a kiss.

It was only until there was a sweet taste in her mouth that Feng Cheng was satisfied, allowing her to breathe freely.

"Rogue!" Mu Qing Huan continuously poured chili peppers into her mouth, causing her eyes to be filled with watery mist.

Seeing that, Zhang Lan heaved a sigh of relief, and glanced at Mu Qing Huan: "Try wearing that tonight."

"Mom!" Mu Qing Huan really had no face!

"Qing Huan and I will be going back." After dinner, Feng Cheng carried Mu Qing Huan and got on the carriage.

Mu Qing Huan slapped his palm away, turned her head and unexpectedly saw the red pimples on his neck, she asked in surprise, "Strange, did you grow something?"

"Do you have any medicine at home?"

"Nope." Feng Cheng sat on the bed. Ever since he knew that he couldn't touch chili, he had almost never touched it.

A knife on the head...

However, he had only kissed her a few times, and she had already fallen for it.

In the evening, his symptoms of allergy did not improve.

Mu Qing Huan was extremely nervous, "Shall we go to the hospital to take a look?"

"No need." His mouth was tight, but after a while, not only was it itchy, but he also had a high fever. That was when he called Tina.

"He's allergic?" Tina was especially speechless. She did not expect Feng Cheng to eat chili and immediately brought a private doctor over.

"Young Master Feng, don't eat spicy dishes. It will be done soon." Dr. Wu was Feng Cheng's private doctor.

"Mm, thank you." Feng Cheng nodded, he knew that being allergic was a small problem, but Mu Qing Huan was extremely frightened.

"Don't you need to take your medicine?" Mu Qing Huan asked with a frown.

"Young Mistress, don't worry. You don't need to take any medicine." The Dr. Wu smiled and secretly gave Feng Cheng a thumbs up. For a man with a high position and power like him, to be able to marry a woman who truly treated him well was not easy.

To one side, Tina looked at Feng Cheng in puzzlement, "Why do you want to eat chili?"