Chapter 443

At present, the voice of the closure of the city with a trace of displeasure.

Mu Qinghuan refused to say a few words of praise in front of his family. He was unhappy.

Mu Qinghuan is a dead duck with a stiff tongue and has to explain, "you don't understand. My father is an old feudal man. If I'm too unpretentious, his old man will be unhappy, and I can't face you too much, otherwise my father will be jealous!"

Wen Yan, Fengcheng did not think that the move, "I see, you are probably tired of the new."

"Why? I like you old man MuQing said with a smile, "if you want to put yourself in another position and think about it, what would you think if our daughter would help her boyfriend speak in the future and directly ignore you as a father?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Qinghuan is also looking forward to their daughter... This is worth praising and praising.

Fengcheng narrowed his deep and evil eyes, and there was a sense of confusion between his lips and teeth. "It seems that your words are reasonable, but I'm different. Your father doesn't like me at all..."

"In the future, if you show more, my father will change his outlook on you..." Mu Qinghuan starts to cheer him up because he is not confident of Fengcheng.

As for the black Baron, he became Mu Qinghuan's death.

Blackness would not divorce unless he found the secret.

The secret recipe was lost by Mu Qinghuan

What can we do?

She dare not tell Fengcheng directly!

"How do I behave? Your father is willing to accept me. I think he likes that dark guy Fengcheng pick eyebrows, tone full of disdain.

"..." Mu Qinghuan is depressed. Blackness is just black in his name, but he is definitely of mixed race. The common feature of most European and American mixed races is that the white one has almost no blood color. Blackness belongs to this type.

"I know..." with a loud finger, Feng Cheng steadied Mu Qinghuan's shoulder, "we have a daughter in a hurry. As long as the raw rice is cooked, it's impossible for your father to refuse me!"

Therefore, the closure of the city immediately took tough measures!

"Ah! I want to take a bath When Mu Qinghuan looks down, he only sees a black head in front of her

"Do it before you wash it." A man's voice is hoarse.

Only he can enter Mu Qinghuan's boudoir and have her!

"No... I want to wash it first --!" Fingers on the wall, how does Mu Qinghuan feel that he is so innocent and helpless?

"You have to wash it after you have done it. You are really ink marks!" Speaking, Fengcheng raises his rebellious jaw, opens the shower and drags muqinghuan into his arms.

Soon, the warm water on her body... Will outline the perfect figure.

Feng Cheng's eyes were straight, "baby, wash while you do it."

"You... Rascal!" The cheek is crimson and crimson. Mu Qinghuan beats Fengcheng for a while, but he still can't resist the temptation of beauty. He reaches out and touches his muscles... It's really handsome.

The crystal clear and foggy water silk, the soft black hair of Zhishun Fengcheng, all the way down, the water drops instantly become extremely sexy.

Feng Cheng raised her face, "really Mu Qinghuan, do you want to have a baby for me?"

"I want to, but not necessarily born." By the way, Mu Qinghuan knew that there was something with color in Fengcheng's head.

For example, the process of having a baby

"Don't worry, you are only twenty-three years old, so young you can have a baby..." after that, Fengcheng is about to attack by force.

Suddenly, Mu Qinghuan took a breath!

"No way Mu Qinghuan heard a knock outside the door. It was the black baron.

"Muqinghuan, come out."

After hearing this, Mu Qinghuan stopped the siege and said, "siege, wait a minute!"

"I don't know." The closure must continue.

"In case, he talks about divorce with me..." Mu Qinghuan is worried about this. If she can get a divorce smoothly, she will not be hindered.

Fengcheng finally loose, thin lips stick in her ear, said, "at night... Make it up to me."

"You are bad." A red face, Mu Qinghuan patted him on the chest, but think about it, timely adjust the direction, to his arm.

As soon as Feng Cheng's eyes brightened, he grabbed her hand and put it on his chest, "I'm bad. Then you hit me."

"Do you think I dare not?" With eyes wide open, Mu Qinghuan finds that Fengcheng really has a tendency to be abused, so he asks back with confidence.

"Are you willing?" Feng Cheng whispered in her ear.

"Well, I won't talk to you!" Wrapping up her hair, Mu Qinghuan changed her clothes and retired from the room.

Mu Qinghuan and heijuesi go to the balcony to talk.

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Standing under the shower, after a simple bath in Fengcheng, he also changed into clean clothes.

He loosened two buttons, his honey chest looming.

No, he had to go with him and ask what Baroness wanted to say, otherwise he would not be at ease.

But suddenly thought of what, the pace of the closure of the city is a meal, back to the bathroom.

Fengcheng took a basin, filled with two-thirds of the hot water, and went to lanyue's study.

Putting down the basin, Feng Cheng looked at LAN Yue, who was sitting on the chair and looking at the documents, "Mr. LAN."

"Feng Shao..." Lan Yue was very surprised, and then he looked at the basin of hot water in Feng Cheng's hands.

"Mr. LAN, I'll wash your feet now..." there was no shelf of the young master. Feng Cheng walked over a few steps, put the water basin on the carpet smoothly, and then helped LAN Yue take off his slippers and socks. Then he carefully soaked his feet in hot water.

"You are --!" Words can't describe LAN Yue's surprise at the moment.

LAN Yue can't believe that such a high-ranking successor of Feng's financial group actually washed his feet

LAN Yue just looked at Fengcheng, always felt that Fengcheng had something to say.

Pressing LAN Yue's feet and washing them, Feng Cheng suddenly said, "Mr. lan... I want to marry your daughter. I will formally propose to her."

Eyelids slightly show some abnormal movements, blue more looking at the fundus of the city.

Feng Cheng also looked up and stared at LAN Yue for a while, then continued to wash his feet.

"It's easy to get cold in the soles of feet, and it's easy to get sick here..."

"When I was a child, I was in poor health and often fell ill, so my mother always told me to wear socks in summer... Mr. LAN, you should also pay attention to your health."

"In the future, I will do the same. I will wash her feet every day so that she won't get sick. I will make her happy and healthy..." Feng Chengding said.

When Mu Qinghuan and heijuexi finish talking, she finds that Fengcheng is not in the bedroom. Just as the light in her father's study is on, she jumps over.

When he got to the door, Mu Qinghuan slowed down to surprise his father. Just as he was about to jump into the door, he saw a familiar figure

Eh, isn't that Feng Xiaosan?

Mu Qinghuan quietly opens the door and half leans on the door to peep.

At a glance, Mu Qinghuan's mind was blank.

She looked at the man who was half squatting down and washing his father's feet. She was so moved that she forgot to breathe