C369 I want to eat your tofu

No one knew where Feng Cheng got his confidence from, but he had the nerve to think that she was feeling jealous …

"Eat your sister's vinegar." There was no such thing as a cliff!

Since the Water Immortal was mentioned, Mu Qinghuan had wanted to explain that she wanted to kidnap him, and was related to the Water Immortal.

However, in this situation, if she were to explain it to him, it would be as if she was trying to justify herself.

That's right, it was very shameful for her to shoot Feng Cheng …

After all, he was flesh and blood, and she wasn't qualified to shoot him.

But Feng Cheng was really spirited, he clearly had her own bodyguards but she did not give them the order, he only wanted to test if she wanted to shoot.

In fact, no one had ever thought of obtaining such an outcome …

"We agreed to take care of me …" Feng Cheng pointed to Mu Qinghuan's bag, "Put it back, lie down, and sleep. Otherwise, when you leave, I'll leave the hospital."

She had to admit that Feng Cheng's move was very cheap, but it was still effective. Mu Qinghuan felt disgusted, and immediately threw out a sentence, "Who's afraid of who?"

"Alright, I know you don't want me to leave the hospital. I'm going to sleep right now, and so are you." Finished speaking, Feng Cheng was not very calm as he laid down on the bed.

With an irritated expression, Mu Qinghuan turned back and closed her eyes to sleep.

"Mu Qinghuan..."

"Don't talk to me, I'm sleeping!"

"The eyes of others aren't important …" After saying that, Feng Cheng turned his head to look at Mu Qinghuan's sleeping face.

At the same time, Mu Qinghuan intentionally turned her back to Feng Cheng to show him her PP.

Being glared at until she felt uncomfortable, Mu Qinghuan simply pulled up his blanket and wrapped it tightly around herself.

"Nothing much to watch, sleep …" Feng Cheng was hypnotizing himself, but he still refused to close his eyes, staring at her back.

At least, since he had an excuse to leave her to take care of himself, that little injury wasn't too much of a loss!

On the second day, Feng Cheng left the hospital and planned to rest at home.

Mu Qinghuan braced herself and followed along, and only brought up one point, "I won't sleep in your house."

"What's wrong?" Feng Cheng had suggested that they move over from the hospital to Shallow Bay in order to have Mu Qinghuan stay the night.

Because Mu Qinghuan didn't agree to stay at the Shallow Bay for the night, then, it would be more worthwhile to stay at the hospital to recuperate.

At least, Mu Qinghuan would occasionally stay in the ward.

"You really don't know? "I'm a married woman, and taking care of you is because of my guilt. I hurt you, but I can't possibly stay the night at your house!" With a few words, Mu Qinghuan made her stand clear, and then took her luggage and left.

Shallow Bay.

When she left three years ago, when Mu Qinghuan said that she would never come back, she suddenly had the illusion that she was suddenly in another world.

"Miss Mu …" When the butler saw Mu Qinghuan, his face was filled with joy.

"Butler, you have not changed at all. You are even younger now." Mu Qinghuan's sweet mouth made the butler hug her face shyly, "What do you mean by that? Even you, Miss Mu, haven't changed at all. "Oh right, there's a royal blue dress in the closet. I take it out and press it every year, because the young master said that it's your favorite dress. It's about time, do you want to take it out and try it on?"

"A royal blue dress?" Mu Qinghuan still remembered that time, when she bought it, her clothes were ugly, but when she liked it so much, Feng Cheng bought it for her.

She had thought of wearing a beautiful dress and becoming sexy and charming. Now, though she could ride that dress, she didn't want to wear it anymore.

Qiao Wennuan had passed through something similar.

She didn't want to wear any more.

"What's wrong, Miss Mu?" The butler looked at Mu Qinghuan with a strange expression.

"Oh, nothing …" Mu Qinghuan shook her head, "The kitchen is still to the left of the living room, I'll go make some food."

"Nothing has changed at home …" The butler emphasized on that point.

"Oh." With a nod, Mu Qinghuan began to cook.

"Let me handle such a small matter …" The butler did not dare allow Mu Qinghuan to cook.

"What's the big deal? When I went out to school, I learned a bit of everything …" "Cooking is a piece of cake." Mu Qinghuan laughed foolishly.

The steward's heart ached, "What have you been through these past three years?"

"Nothing …" Mu Qinghuan shook her head, refusing to reveal even a single word.

The steward sighed and quietly left the room.

Feng Cheng was originally lying on the bed, but when he heard that Mu Qinghuan was cooking, he curiously went downstairs and crawled into the kitchen.

"Qing Er, I want tofu."

Suddenly, a magnetic voice came from behind, causing Mu Qinghuan to be startled.

Feng Cheng was afraid that Mu Qinghuan did not hear clearly, and said it again: "I want to eat tofu."

Mu Qinghuan frowned, then felt that her vigilance was extremely laughable. She leisurely opened the refrigerator and took out fresh tofu, planning to make a light tofu brain, "Fine, tofu is light, easy to digest, it should be edible."

Maybe because Mu Qinghuan was too focused on cutting the tofu, she did not notice that Feng Cheng was already standing behind her back, and was right behind her. "Hei Juesi is not good enough at all, right?"

This low and deep voice startled Mu Qinghuan. She did not dare to move recklessly.

"If you don't say anything, then you are silently admitting it?" Feng Cheng's lips brushed past Mu Qinghuan's face as if it was nothing. Mu Qinghuan's entire face flushed red from embarrassment!

"I'm cooking, don't disturb me!" Mu Qinghuan's lips twitched, but Feng Cheng took a step forward and extended his hands from behind her back to support her, pressing her down tightly.

Mu Qinghuan held tightly onto the kitchen knife in his hand, "Don't force me to beat you up!"

"Let me see, what are you cooking for me?" Feng Cheng did not fear, as he closed in once again, and still placed his chin on Mu Qinghuan's shoulder, and spoke with a light tone. "Oh, there's only tofu? I'm afraid I'm not full. "

Mu Qinghuan held the white and tender tofu tightly, turned around and fiercely slapped it onto Feng Cheng's face.

When she realized what she had done, Mu Qinghuan put down the bowl and ran off without taking off her apron.

"I'll … go … that …!" Feng Cheng wiped off his face ruthlessly, his face was filled with tofu, the smell was extremely pungent.

When he rushed to the door, Mu Qinghuan had already driven away!

The sky gradually darkened.

Feng Cheng sat on the table restlessly as he ate without knowing what else to eat.

"Young Master, Doctor Wu is here!" The butler led the private doctor in.

"I'm going out for a bit." Suddenly, Feng Cheng pulled up the car keys and drove out.

"Young Master, you're sick!" The butler was anxious, but Feng Cheng was nowhere to be seen.

After taking a bath, Mu Qinghuan wrapped herself in a towel. Her fair skin was faintly discernible in the warm air.

Crack, crack. It was a strange sound.

After wiping her hair for a while, Mu Qinghuan turned her head and looked at the window beside the bed.

What was going on? Had she heard wrongly?

Clang!

Mu Qinghuan timidly walked over and looked down.

Unexpectedly, they met a pair of frivolous eyes!