Chapter 702

After graduating from primary school, I was very excited. I always felt that I had become a big child, several grades higher than Zhuzhu.

"Look, Dad, this is my diploma!" With a smile on his face and a twinkle in his heart, he was not disappointed by the Fengcheng people in France.

Although he is young, he knows that his father has important work to do and can't be with him all the time.

Dad loves him. If he is free, he will fly back.

"Son..." pinched his palm into a fist, which touched the heart of Fengcheng. His son was really sensible. He knew that at this time, he should be present and celebrate for his son.

As a child, Fengcheng is too little favored by Fengfu. He has been longing for a simple and pure father's love, so he knows that boys also have sensitive thoughts. They not only want their mother's love, but also hope to be valued by their father.

Although his son didn't complain, he was disappointed in himself.

As a responsible father, he should be at this important moment.

"Dad, what's the matter with you? Your expression, eh... Is it constipation? " Heart of a word let the atmosphere active, but also make people laugh and cry!

Heart, what a living treasure.

"Feng Xiaoer, are you sitting on the toilet?" Mu Qinghuan also plays around with his son.

"I'm in the office..." Fengcheng filmed the scene behind him. Suddenly he said, "my dear son, my father is not good enough."

"No, Dad..." Dad took the initiative to admit his mistake, but he couldn't adapt to it. His father gave him the feeling that he was always tall. He was either gentle or cold. He was so grounded.

Father is like this, so deep.

"Go on, son, you are my pride!" The better the material conditions, the better, but his son didn't disgrace him. It was very gratifying to seal the city.

"Dad, you were smarter than me when you were eight years old!" Seal the heart and puff up the cheeks to tell the truth.

"..." Fengcheng recalled that he didn't like to study, but to fight for face for Lin Ziran. Now, what's the use of fighting for those?

Mu Qinghuan's mouth twitched, "ah? When Feng Xiaoer was eight years old, he graduated from primary school

She's playing with mud, isn't she?

She and Fengcheng... Are not from the same world at all!

He is smart, handsome, golden... His tall image is like a mountain, which makes Mu Qinghuan breathless.

"Qinghuan..." Feng Cheng deliberately lowered his voice.

Mu Qinghuan second understand, he has something to say alone.

Happily, Mu Qinghuan deliberately put his mobile phone close to his ear.

I heard him say, "I like idiots."

Although not the most provocative love words, Mu Qinghuan is still red in the face.

The next second, Mu Qinghuan heard someone call him, "Niki..."

The sound is

With two papers in her arms, Ouyang Meiluo is standing at her desk. Seeing Feng Cheng chatting, she doesn't notice her knocking on the door. Ouyang Meiluo's eyes suddenly change.

"What's the matter?" Put the phone aside, Fengcheng did not close the phone, but deliberately let Mu Qinghuan listen.

"Niki, these two documents need your signature." Ouyang Meiluo said mechanically.

"I see." Feng Cheng waved his hand, "I need to see. If you want to go down, I'll tell the assistant to give it to you."

He took the initiative to read the documents... Why, he was defending her?

"Good." Heart uncomfortable, Ouyang Meiluo angry went out.

"Miss you..." after finishing these two words on the receiver, Feng Cheng sighed, and then closed the phone with difficulty.

It's harder for him to admit "missing" than to admit "like".

Raise the corner of your mouth, seal the city and try to suppress the seeds of missing in your heart.

……

Ming family.

It's already seven o'clock in the evening, but the whole Ming mansion is full of lights.

Living room, dining table.

Sitting in a critical position, Yan nai'er took two mouthfuls of chopsticks. Then she heard Ming's mother say, "I went out today to do maintenance with some good sisters. Suddenly I heard something. At first, I didn't know that they were talking about my daughter-in-law."

"Mom..." she could hardly hold the chopsticks. Yan Naier bit the chopsticks and then suddenly opened her eyes. She felt uneasy.

"What do you hear?" Ming's father and mother sing together.

Yan nai'er's heart is tense, and Ming Chengyu's face is calm.

Mingma didn't say it directly, but said it in an educational tone, "Nair, if you want to work, it's not impossible, but you have to consider the social status of my son Chengyu. His status is really not suitable for a public wife..."

Don't give Yan nai'er any room to digest, mingma continued, "no matter what you want to do, you should discuss with my son, so my son will inform me and your father-in-law in advance, so that there won't be such a scandal?"

"Mom, I know it's wrong..." doesn't she want to discuss with Ming Chengyu?

However, Ming Chengyu is not at home all day, either a company or a place for playing music.

She didn't know what he was doing outside, whether it was entertainment or entertainment. She could only learn about Ming Chengyu from the newspaper.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Ming is just a big joke. Even a little director doesn't pay attention to her.

After a meal, Ming Chengyu looks at Yan Naier slightly, but says nothing. He puts down his chopsticks and looks thoughtful.

"Will you go out to work in the future?" Ming's mother worried, for fear that Yan Naier would make a joke again.

"Mom, I'll discuss it with him." The tone is not good. Yan nai'er wants to be angry, but after all, mingma is an elder. If she has an opinion, she can only talk to mingchengyu.

She is afraid of Ming Chengyu, but she also has a temper, isn't she?

Her Yan nai'er has been in the entertainment industry, because she was disfigured, so she lost her self-confidence, but she still has self-esteem!

"Well, you and Cheng Yu have a good discussion..." Ming Ma nodded properly, and then looked at Xiang Ming Chengyu. "Son, if she is at home, she will arrange a job for her."

"I know, ma..." Ming Chengyu thought a little, "my company lacks a secretary."

"Can she do this?" Mingma doubts that Yan Naier used to be a member of the entertainment industry. Does she have such wisdom?

Yan Naier is silent.

"Tonight, you stay and sleep." Ming's mother decided without authorization, "Cheng Yu, you go to play chess with your father. Nair, you come to my room and help me choose a piece of jewelry to use when I go out tomorrow."

"All right, mom." Put down the chopsticks, Yan Naier nodded.

But as soon as she got up, her cell phone shook.

It's an unexpected call from Mr. Zhao.

From Ming Chengyu's field of vision, he could see the caller ID, and his eyes sank suddenly.

"Nell, come with me." Yan nai'er was stunned. Ming's mother urged her slowly.

"Well, I see." Yan nai'er lowers her head to cut off the call, but she has a meaningful look at Shangming Chengyu!

"Wait a minute..." suddenly, Ming Chengyu's tone was playful.

Yan nai'er just took a step, the next second only felt that his wrist was pressed hard!