Chapter 82

"Oh." With a stiff head, Mu Qinghuan put his little hand on Feng Cheng's shoulder and tried to sit on him.

But in this way, how can not help his that.

Short hands are not good!

If she didn't pay attention, she fell on him and fell into his arms.

Face to face is the smell of dry shower gel, which is his commonly used brand, smell good!

"Continue..." Feng Cheng's deep reminder.

Mu Qinghuan exhaled a breath of heat from the corner of his mouth. He refused to admit that he had been dazed just now. He quickly explained to himself, "I just warmed up. Don't be nervous, don't be afraid..."

Didn't you scare him?

Sniffing the tip of her nose, Mu Qinghuan tries to be close to him, but she is not familiar with business

It's all wrong.

"That... I'll go to study it first..." covering my heart, Mu Qinghuan secretly looks for a mobile phone, especially wants to surf the Internet and Baidu. What can I do to continue

"What do you study?" The corner of his mouth opened a charming arc, and he caught her shoulder. Some things should be self-taught... Stupid woman.

"Well, woo, I'm not familiar with business!" This is a shame, Mu Qinghuan extremely euphemistic said, "or, or we try it tomorrow."

"Kiss first..." the throat rolled up and down, and Feng Cheng's index finger crossed the corner of her mouth, "don't worry, take your time, you always have to give it a process of adaptation."

"When you are with Yan Naier, do you feel it?" Looking at him, Mu Qinghuan is very curious about this problem.

She took off like this, he said no feeling

Is it true that Yan Naier will feel it immediately?

"No feelings for her." In the eyes of Mu Qinghuan, Fengcheng looks like a very good baby.

"Really?" Mu Qinghuan can't help but worry. If the national goddess can't attract his interest, can she do this?

"Cut the crap and get your body!"

Hand against the back of Mu Qinghuan's head, Fengcheng tone evil spirit, does not give her room to retreat.

Tight tight heart mouth, Mu Qinghuan clever peck him, strength seems not enough.

Feng Cheng was not satisfied at all. He pinched the corner of her mouth, and the violent kiss fell down

At the moment when he is about to faint, Mu Qinghuan's mind suddenly comes up with a bet with Yan Naier

Fengshi has a new product to launch. At that time, I will attend in the name of image spokesman, and he will be responsible for this activity

He cares about you. He should withdraw me because you don't want to use me

If I get the endorsement, you leave Fengcheng

If I lose the endorsement, you are welcome to return today's disgrace to me!

"It's said that the spokesperson of Feng's new product is Yan Naier..." with his hand on his lips, Mu Qinghuan retreats slightly, and her eyes are full of confusion. "You are the person in charge. How about replacing her?"

"Reason..." he was stunned for a moment, and soon recovered.

"There's no reason..." Mu Qinghuan shook her head, and her hair followed her action. It was a bit messy and languid and scattered in front of her body, unspeakable charm.

He immediately chuckled, took a wisp of hair in the nose sniff, "change spokesperson, not the house, believe this truth, you understand."

Yan nai'er is an entertainer of Motian and a gold sucking tool in his hand. He will not give up such a good business easily.

This is his first time to work in Feng's family as Feng's family. With Yan Naier's endorsement, he can get twice the result with half the effort. Now, it's a time for him to prove to the old man

It's hard to say how to change the spokesperson temporarily

At first Yan nai'er knew the key and deliberately set a trap.

As for her Mu Qinghuan, just think don't care about the result, can hear he don't want to change Yan Naier, in the heart or not very comfortable.

"So you don't agree?" I don't know where the anger comes from. Mu Qinghuan pushes the city away. She still wants to fight for it.

"Qinghuan, don't make trouble..." Feng Cheng saw her neatly dressed and got out of bed. She was annoyed and got out of bed.

Mu Qinghuan quickly went to the door and opened the door, but was surprised by the visitor.

It's Yan Naier!

She's Haunted!

"Shen siran, Miss Shen is here. She's downstairs." A light glance at Mu Qinghuan. When she saw the kiss mark on her neck, Yan Naier's eyes were fierce. Then she deliberately ignored Mu Qinghuan and looked straight at Fengcheng. Besides looking up, there was more resentment in her eyes.

For him, Yan nai'er takes all activities, all endorsements and all plays, but he refuses to give her the slightest look

Knowing that she's downstairs, she's holding Mu Qinghuan in her arms and rubbing her ears in the room

Forget that he was ill several times, plus this allergy, is it because of Mu Qinghuan?

Second Olympic Games, Shen siran is also here? MuQing Huan pestle at the door, no position downstairs.

Manager Shen keeps saying that she is a kind-hearted mother. Why, do you want to see her son?

"Housekeeper." Walking briskly to the escalator, Fengcheng lazily reached for the railing, "take people out."

"Master Feng, what do you mean? I am the mother of my heart. I have the right to see my son! " Shen siran tightens her throat and says that she can't help it either. Since she is involved, she must continue to play, otherwise, that woman, that woman will kill her.

"Get rid of people." Completely not listening to Shen siran's words, Fengcheng orders the housekeeper to lead the hidden security around Repulse Bay and drag Shen siran to leave.

"Dad..." Xinxin pushed the door open and looked at Fengcheng. It's noisy today.

"You go with mom." Feng Cheng grabs the small milk bag and throws it into Mu Qinghuan's arms.

"Tell him a story..." Feng Cheng looked at Mu Qinghuan.

Mu Qinghuan has a sour nose and a heavy little milk bag. She wants to cry. How can she live such a miserable life? If manager Shen is really a kind mother, what should she do?

"Mom." He gave Mu Qinghuan a kiss on his cheek and then pointed to Yan Naier, "I don't like this aunt!"

Xiaonaibao thinks that she is not happy because of Yan Naier, so she stares at Yan Naier angrily.

Immediately, Yan nai'er's face is gloomy, but he can't do anything to his heart. After all, he is the son of Fengcheng.

"Are you the heart? It's so lovely... "Yan Naier doesn't think so in her heart. This child is very similar to Fengcheng. She doesn't like it in her heart.

"I'm your aunt Yan, don't you remember?" Yan nai'er once saw Xinxin, but at that time, Xinxin was still very small.

"I don't remember!" Heart cold hum, dissatisfied with the shaking of two legs. Any woman who bullies her mother is a bad woman!

"Dad, I don't want you to take other women home!" Small milk bag breath said.

"Dad promised. Your heart is to be good, coax mother to go back to the room to rest... "With a smile, Feng Cheng touched his son's little head.

Obedient nodded, heart to Mu Qinghuan hard wink sell cute, "Mom, hold me to the room! They want to hear you tell stories! "

Surprisingly, Mu Qinghuan was amused and went back to his room with a really heavy little milk bag. Just before he left, he couldn't help looking back at Fengcheng