C443 I'il keep her healthy and healthy

At the moment, Feng Cheng's voice carried a trace of displeasure.

Mu Qinghuan was unwilling to help him speak a few nice words of praise in front of her family.

"You don't understand, my dad is an old feudal, if I'm too unreserved, he would be unhappy, and I can't be too biased towards you, otherwise my dad would get jealous!"

Hearing this, Feng Cheng did not think that he was moved in the slightest, "In my opinion, it's more than likely that you prefer the new and are disgusted with the old."

"How could that be? I like you, old man! " Mu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Why don't you change seats and think about it. If our daughter were to speak up for her boyfriend in the future and directly ignore you, her father, what would you think?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Qinghuan also yearned for their daughter … This is laudable and laudable.

Feng Cheng squinted his profound, evil eyes, his lips filled with an air of confusion. "Seems like, your words make sense, but I'm different, your father doesn't like me at all …"

"In the future, if you perform a little more, my dad will change his opinion of you …" Feeling sorry for Feng Cheng's lack of confidence, Mu Qinghuan began to cheer for him.

As for Hei Juesi … It had become Mu Qinghuan's Death Acupuncture Point instead.

Hei Juesi didn't want to get a divorce, unless he could find a secret recipe.

Yet she, Mu Qinghuan, had lost the secret recipe …

What should he do?

She did not dare to tell Feng Cheng directly!

"How do I perform? Your dad only accepted me, I think, because he liked that dark guy. " Feng Cheng raised his eyebrows, his tone filled with disdain.

"…" Mu Qinghuan was depressed, she only had a black character in her name, but she was definitely a hybrid. A common trait shared by most European and American mixed-blood members was that was a type that was so white that it seemed to have lost all color.

"I got it …" With a snap of his fingers, Feng Cheng steadied himself and said, "We need to quickly give birth to a daughter. As long as this raw rice is cooked into cooked rice, it would be impossible for your father to reject me!"

Therefore, Feng Cheng immediately took hard measures!

Ah!" I want to take a bath! " When Mu Qinghuan lowered her head to look, all she saw was a black head pressing down on top of her …

"Do it first before washing." The man's voice was hoarse.

Only he could enter Mu Qinghuan's room and have her!

"No …" I want to wash —! " Mu Qinghuan scratched the wall. Why did she feel that she was so innocent and helpless?

"You still want to wash after you've done it? You are truly an ink man!" While speaking, Feng Cheng raised his chin, and opened the shower. At the same time, he pulled Mu Qinghuan into his embrace.

Very quickly, warm ripples of water began to surface on her body … A perfect outline of her beautiful figure.

Feng Cheng's eyes were wide open, "Darling, wash while you do it."

"This …" "You scoundrel!" Mu Qinghuan s face was deep red, but she couldn't resist the allure of her beauty and reached out to touch his muscles … So handsome.

The crystal clear, mist-like water droplets flowed straight through Feng Cheng's soft black hair. All the way down, the water droplets instantly became incomparably sexy.

Feng Cheng raised her head, "Honestly, Mu Qinghuan, do you want to give birth to my child?"

"I think, but it might not be born." That's right, Mu Qinghuan knew that in Feng Cheng's mind, there was something with color.

For example, the process of having a baby...

"Don't worry, you're only twenty-three years old. You'll definitely give birth at such a young age …" With that said, Feng Cheng wanted to forcefully attack.

Immediately, Mu Qinghuan took a deep breath!

"No —!" Mu Qinghuan heard a series of knocks on the door. It was Hei Juesi.

"Mu Qinghuan, come out for a while."

Hearing that, Mu Qinghuan immediately stopped Feng Cheng, "Feng Cheng, wait a moment —!"

"I don't." Feng Cheng insisted on continuing.

"What if he talks to me about a divorce …?" Mu Qinghuan was worried about this. If she could get a good divorce, she wouldn't be tied down.

Feng Cheng finally loosened his grip, and said as his thin lips pressed against her ear, "Tonight … "Make it up to me."

"You're bad." With a blush on her face, Mu Qinghuan patted his chest. But after thinking about it, she changed her direction and patted his arm.

Feng Cheng's eyes lit up, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest, "I'm bad, then come hit me."

"You think I don't dare?" With her eyes wide open, Mu Qinghuan realized that Feng Cheng really had a tendency to be abused, hence she asked back confidently.

"Can you bear it?" Feng Cheng chuckled beside her ear.

"Alright, I won't waste time with you!" After wrapping up her hair, Mu Qinghuan changed her clothes and left the room.

Mu Qinghuan and Hei Juesi went to the balcony to talk.

Standing under the shower of flowers, Feng Cheng took a simple bath before changing into a clean set of clothes.

He loosened his hands and undid two buttons, revealing his honey-colored chest.

No, he must follow them and find out what Hei Juesi had to say. Otherwise, he wouldn't be at ease.

But suddenly, Feng Cheng remembered something and stopped in his tracks, returning to the washroom.

Feng Cheng took the basin, filled two-thirds of the hot water in it, and went to Lan Yue's study.

Putting down the basin, Feng Cheng looked at Lan Yue, who was sitting on the large chair and reading a document, "Mr. Lan."

"Young Master Feng …" Then, his gaze landed on the basin of hot water in Feng Cheng's hands.

"Mister Lan, I'll wash your feet now …" Feng Cheng walked over in a few steps, and smoothly placed the water basin on the carpet. He then helped Lan Yue take off his slippers and socks, and carefully put his feet into the hot water to soak them.

"What are you —!" Lan Yue's shock could no longer be described with words.

Lan Yue could not believe that the successor of the Feng's Financial Group, who was so high up in the sky, would actually wash his feet for him …

Lan Yue stared fixedly at Feng Cheng, feeling that Feng Cheng had something to say.

After using his hand to press against Lan Yue's foot and wash it, Feng Cheng suddenly said, "Mr. Lan … I want to marry your daughter, and I'll propose to her. "

Lan Yue's eyelids twitched a little as she looked at Feng Cheng.

Feng Cheng also raised his head, stared at Lan Yue for a while, and then continued to wash his feet.

"Feet are the easiest to catch cold, and here it's the easiest to get sick …"

"When I was a kid, I was not well and I was often sick, so my mom kept telling me to wear socks in the summer too... "Mr Lan, you have to be careful of your body too."

"In the future, I will do the same thing. Every day, I'll wash her feet and prevent her from getting sick, so that she'll be happy and healthy …" Feng Cheng said with certainty.

When Mu Qinghuan and Black Noble Xi finished talking, she discovered that Feng Cheng was not in the bedroom. Coincidentally, her father's study light was on, so she skipped over.

When she walked to the door, in order to give her father a pleasant surprise, Mu Qinghuan slowed down her footsteps. Just as she was about to jump in, she saw a familiar figure.

Eh, isn't that Feng Xiaoshan?

Mu Qinghuan quietly pushed the door open, leaning on the side of the door as she peeked.

With just a glance, Mu Qinghuan's mind went blank.

She stared blankly at the man who had stooped down to wash her father's feet. She was so moved that she forgot to breathe …