Chapter 162

Cheng ran covers his face in embarrassment. What are these two people going to do? They have to sit together for dinner. Are you kidding? She felt uncomfortable herself.

Feng moye is ready to answer: "OK..."

"He Dongjun, I have to go to work later. Let's go first." She got up, pushed away her chair and was ready to withdraw. She didn't want to participate in the war between men at all.

"Ran'er, you haven't eaten yet?"

He Dongjun hurriedly wants to stop Cheng ran. What's the matter with this girl? She was not afraid before, but I haven't seen her dodge like today.

Is it difficult? What does she really mean to Feng moye?

Feng moye then grabbed Cheng Ran's wrist: "wife, don't go until you eat. Be careful that you're hungry in the afternoon."

He Dongjun opposite heard Feng moye's wife, his eyes narrowed slightly and showed displeasure.

He even called Ran'er's wife. The key is that Ran'er didn't even have any reluctance or look of shock. It seems that this is not the first time.

This Feng moye is quite capable.

After he recovered his mind, he said to Cheng ran, "I came to see you. Don't you even give me face for dinner? I'm afraid your husband will misunderstand?"

Naturally, Cheng ran was not: "I'm afraid he misunderstood something. We're just..."

"I believe in my wife. I don't need her to explain anything to me."

Feng moye's voice gently interrupted Cheng Ran's words, and immediately hugged her shoulder.

Cheng ran Bai glanced at him. She quietly looked at his outfit. It was clear that she had misunderstood and said something against her heart.

If he didn't doubt himself, how could he catch up here and deceive himself about customers? Did he think she was those coaxed women outside?

Cheng ran reached around his waist and pinched it. His eyes were sharp and asked with gnashing teeth.

"Really?"

Feng moye takes a cold breath in pain, but Junlang's extraordinary face is still filled with a smile.

"Of course."

But the mutual temptation between the two fell before he Dongjun's eyes. He was showing his love. He knew Cheng Ran's attitude towards men very well. Unless he had a good relationship with her and got her permission, he couldn't even touch her, let alone hug her like Feng moye.

Cheng Ran is not the kind of person who will casually joke with the opposite sex. She is always serious and purposeful. She will never say more nonsense.

He has been familiar with Cheng ran for a long time, and now he can only joke with her. He just wanted to hug her, but he gave up when he thought of her taboo.

It's ironic that he spent so long, but he's not as good as the man in front of him for a few months. He thinks he never loses in other aspects. No matter what it is, he can do his best.

But in front of Cheng ran, he has a sense of frustration. In front of Feng moye, he has a sense of inferiority. These two people really want to kill him.

He Dongjun farfetched a smile: "can you two not feed me dog food in front of a single person? It's very uncomfortable. Please sit down and eat it."

Seeing he Dongjun's repeated persuasion, Cheng ran reluctantly sat on the dining chair.

Feng moye glances at the dishes on the table. They are almost hot dishes. Well, it's quite in line with his wife's character. She doesn't look like a little girl who likes sweets.

Cheng ran ate the fish and stared at the plate of shrimp in front of he Dongjun.

Feng moye also accurately caught it and said.

"You want shrimp, don't you? Order another one."

The man leaned to call the waiter, but he Dongjun clapped his hands at this time.

"No, this shrimp is for Ran'er, because every time she eats shrimp, she likes to eat it, but she doesn't like to peel it, so I'm the only one to do it."

Cheng ran took it impolitely.

Feng moye looks stunned, and then brings the plate of shrimp in front of Cheng ran to him. Cheng ran doubts.

"Just order another one. Don't rob me."

"I feed you." Feng moye picks up his chopsticks and has picked up a shrimp to Cheng Ran's lips, like coaxing a child, "wife, open your mouth."

Cheng ran listened to his enchanting voice and the tenderness of her eyes. She felt a little embarrassed. Her heart jumped wildly at this moment, and her cheeks were filled with shallow red.

She pulled at the corners of her lips and reached for chopsticks.

"I'll do it myself." I haven't reached the point of opening my mouth.

But Feng moye took back her chopsticks at the moment she reached out her hand: "wife, be obedient."

When Cheng ran was embarrassed, she felt that she had a thick skin at ordinary times, but today she found that her face was a piece of cake in front of him.

Perhaps the appearance of this table is too high, and other guests can't help looking at it.

"My God, the man who feeds shrimp is too gentleman and considerate. Even if he is handsome, he is so kind to his wife."

"His voice is so good. I've made up a picture of an overbearing president."

"Maybe he's really an overbearing president. You see, his clothes are tailor-made and can't be bought in the mall."

"Such a cow!"

"I've also seen it in the advertisement. It seems that it's his kind of clothes."

"Your attention is on the man, but mine is on the man in the gray suit opposite. You don't think he's miserable. You eat when you eat, and you have to be forced to feed a wave of dog food. The key is to smile."

"Poof, it seems that it's true. If it's me, I'll get up and leave immediately and abuse the rhythm of single dogs."

Feng moye is not afraid that Cheng ran won't eat. His eyes are bound to win.

He picked an eyebrow at Cheng ran: "wife, so many people look at it and give her husband some face, huh?"

Cheng ran stared at him: "this is your face. What does it have to do with me?"

"We are husband and wife. You don't mean that husband and wife are one, both prosperity and loss. When they say me, it will inevitably not hurt you."

Cheng ran smiled and glanced sideways at him.

"Listen to you, I have to thank you for protecting my face."

Feng moye's face did not change. Jun's face was still filled with a smile of common indignation, and he nodded without humility.

"This is what a husband should do. My wife doesn't have to praise. Even if she really wants to thank me, she can go home and thank me slowly."

His words meant a lot, and his voice really felt abstinent. Cheng Ran's cheeks reddened. In order to hide her embarrassment, she opened her mouth and ate the shrimp.

He Dongjun on the other side was about to collapse. He got up quickly.

"I'm full. Take your time."

Feng moye asked to stay: "eat more. I don't think you have a few bites."

He Dongjun glanced at them with disgust.

"I'm full of your dog food."

Cheng ran takes care of the shrimp in the bowl and takes time to raise his hand.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'll treat you next time."

"Come on, when you invite passers-by, don't forget what I told you."

He Dongjun gets up and is about to take out the card to pay. Feng moye raises his hand and presses the card back to him.

"Anyway, he is also a friend of ranbao. I should treat him."

Cheng ran shrugged and sneered. Now she was being polite. Just now she tried to show her husband's identity in front of others.

Immediately, Feng moye found the waiter. The waiter came over and respectfully shouted.

"General manager Feng."

"The bill for this table is on my head."

"Yes." The waiter nodded and turned to the front desk.

A slight surprise flashed across he Dongjun's face. Good guy, all the restaurants are sealed by Mo Ye. It seems that Cheng Ran has found a strong team this time. No wonder she married someone as an exception, woman