My girl,let me spoil you!

After yesterday's fall out, Mu Qinghuan still smiles at him for the first time, and laughs so much that there is no city, no defense.

Feng Cheng raised her chin. "You are so beautiful... When you smile."

Facing his deep eyes, Mu Qinghuan was silent for a moment.

She just felt that, in his eyes, it was not perfect, so she would make trouble.

But don't want to, he has been waiting for her smile.

Originally, there is a man who can accept all your imperfections.

Or, in his eyes, your imperfection is perfect.

No longer keep grudges, Mu Qinghuan continues to giggle.

Feng Cheng kisses her, then pushes her to the fitting room. "Baby, this one suits you very well. Put it on directly."

"I don't want to wear white." Mu Qinghuan is talking about it.

"But I like it, pure." Fengcheng still can't change her taste. She doesn't remember how many white skirts there are. Each one is not very different, but in Fengcheng's eyes, it's just different.

After that, Mu Qinghuan went to the bathroom to put on a make-up, and then spread his ponytail on his shoulder. A simple little woman finished her modeling.

"Do you think it looks good?" Out of the bathroom, Mu Qinghuan nervously asked Fengcheng, this dinner, she did not want to give Fengcheng disgrace.

"I like... That's enough." Palm pinched her face, Feng Cheng took her waist and led her to the restaurant on the top floor.

Mu Qinghuan suddenly, it seems that Fengcheng led her to go out to buy clothes, just for the next meal.

This dinner was specially prepared for Mr. Welsh in the city.

Wales is one of blackness's closest partners. Now that his contract with blackness is about to expire, the closure of the city is unlikely to miss this opportunity.

After investigation, a famous French businessman in Wales was destined to have a family concept. He would bring his wife with him at any dinner.

If you want to win the cooperation, as long as you bring your real girlfriend or wife, starting with Mrs. Welsh, it must be the best plan.

Before dinner, Mrs. Wales suddenly left the table.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Feng Cheng patted Mu Qinghuan on the shoulder, "you go to accompany that lady."

"What language does she speak?" Mu Qinghuan's head is big.

"Don't worry, it's French." Fengcheng is confident, "you will."

"How do you know?" Slightly surprised, Mu Qinghuan happily went to Mrs. Welsh and communicated in fluent French.

Mu Qinghuan's hobby is eating, so the topic of eating is always inseparable from conversation.

Mrs. Welsh likes oil painting and flower arrangement. Mu Qinghuan only has a little impression of flower arrangement. It seems that someone once taught her, but she doesn't remember.

But mu Qinghuan knew something about the basics of flower arrangement, so she had the cheek to ask Mrs. Wales for advice.

"Excuse me, my husband is waiting for me to have dinner. I'll talk next time（ There are not many people familiar with French in China, and Mu Qinghuan is curious to learn how to arrange flowers. Mrs. Welsh is very interested in Mu Qinghuan, so she left her contact information.

"OK, I'll talk to you next time（ Mu Qinghuan nodded politely.

"Goodbye（ With her skirt in her hand, Mrs. Welsh walked towards her husband.

At the same time, Wales and fortress began to talk.

"Hello, Mr. wells."

The city was sealed with a handshake with Mr. Welsh.

After that, Feng Cheng looked at the wife next to Wales, held her by the back of her hand and kissed her, "madam, you look very temperament."

Mr. Welsh smiles and nods. Their culture is that it's a pleasure for a wife to be praised.

What's more, when his wife is praised, it's really to give him face, and Welsh smiles even more.

"Thank you." The beautiful eyes blinked, and Mrs. Wales returned with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the new rich man in a city is such a young man, so Mrs. Wales said, "chief executive, you look very young."

"Do you play sports?" Before the meal, Wales asked with interest.

"Of course." As everyone who has dealt with Wales knows, he doesn't like to be rigid when talking about business. Instead, he likes to relax and talk at the same time.

Next, Fengcheng played ping-pong with Mr. Wales, while Mrs. Wales watched the game and chatted with others.

Holding the little ping-pong ball, Mr. Welsh suddenly found something, so he pointed to the neck of Fengcheng, with an ambiguous smile, "eh, what's that?"

Fengcheng subconsciously touched his neck, then crooked his lips, "accidentally, I was caught by a woman."

The expression became helpless, Wales put away the table tennis, walked to Fengcheng, and then pointed to his jaw, "what a coincidence, I'm here too."

Patting Fengcheng's chest again, Welsh asked pointedly, "are you, have you been caught cheating?"

"No. Because of doing something wrong. " First of all, Feng Cheng shook his head and explained, "it's my girlfriend who caught me... Oh, no, it's my wife. She's a typical oriental woman."

"Oh?" Welsh raised his eyebrow and said unexpectedly, "young man, I like you very much. I like your sense of responsibility and your elegance. Although our country is relatively open, it is clear that I am a person who attaches great importance to family virtues. I hope to see your wife next time. I want to know what the Oriental woman you love at first sight looks like

"Certainly." He raised his hand to fight Mr. Welsh.

Looking up again, Feng Cheng sees Mu Qinghuan trotting over happily. He accidentally picks his eyebrows.

"Excuse me for a moment." The siege gentleman nodded and then said to Mr. Wales, "I see my wife. I'll pick her up for dinner."

"Is it?" Welsh nodded his interest. "Come on. I usually like to take my wife out to talk business, which makes me feel intimate. "

When Mu Qinghuan appeared at the dinner table, Mrs. Welsh was shocked. She clapped in disbelief, "my God, are you Mrs. Feng? Nice to meet you

"No..."

"Yes."

Two voices, the answer is not the same.

Feng Cheng chuckled, then pointed to his neck and repeated, "yes."

Welsh laughs. He doesn't think something's wrong. Instead, he thinks that Fengcheng is just fighting with Mu Qinghuan, so Fengcheng is asking for mu Qinghuan's forgiveness.

This kind of drama, Wales and his wife often perform, he clapped, "let's have dinner, I'm very happy today."

"Cheers..." when the four met, Feng Cheng helped Mu Qinghuan block a glass of red wine, "sorry, my wife can't drink."

"Here, little sister, drink juice." Feng Cheng laughs at her!

"..." Mu Qinghuan was a little angry, so he turned his anger into appetite, and bowed his head to eat.

Suddenly, Mrs. Welsh covered the corner of her mouth and asked in surprise, "Mr. Feng, is your wife pregnant?"