C45

Feng Xin looked at his own feet, thinking that it was him who accidentally rolled over to the side of the bed …

"Shh..." Mu Qing Huan also woke up, she did not want to wake Feng Cheng up, so she got up and helped the little fellow squeeze some toothpaste, and washed his face.

Today was the day Mu Qing Huan would return home.

Although there was no wedding, and was nothing of any kind, but it was a fact that Mu Qing Huan and Mu Qing Huan obtained the proof, so Zhang Lan should know about this news.

When Zhang Lan saw Feng Cheng holding onto Feng Cheng, she was stunned for exactly three minutes;

In order to reassure her, Mu Qing Huan explained, "It's temporary, but in the future, we will be holding a wedding. I won't lose anything."

With that said, Mu Qing Huan's scalp went numb, and she reached out her hand to push Feng Cheng away.

Or he could only blame Feng Cheng, for obtaining the proof!

"You want a wedding?" Just like the outline of a brush tip drawing a profile, Feng Cheng's fingertips caressed the side of Mu Qing Huan's face as he laughed mischievously.

"..." Why did it seem like she was asking for a wedding?

Covering his mouth with both hands, Mu Qing Huan retreated backward. Surprised and aggrieved, he sneaked a peek at the side of his face.

She looked at him, his thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow over his lower eyelids, the lines of his face sharp, and suddenly realized that he was different from the other men she had seen.

It was different everywhere, even that evil smile seemed to have some magic to it …

Mu Qing Huan blinked her eyes hard. She must have had a stroke, to think that she felt that this fellow was a little handsome, and had a bit of an aura about him!

"It's not like I'm looking at you, why are you so narcissistic?" Raising his chin, Mu Qing Huan squinted his eyes, making his long eyelashes look like the wings of a butterfly.

She added, "You must be spying on me!"

Otherwise, how would he know that she was secretly peeking at him!

"Let's have a meal together." Zhang Lan saw their interactions in the depths of her eyes, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Qing Huan bought these." Feng Cheng pointed to the gifts on the sofa.

"..." Mu Qing Huan was speechless, how could there be so much, she remembered that she had only bought a part of it.

"Don't buy these in the future. Last time, Meiqi bought some, so we don't need them for now." Mu Da Shan was not at home. He personally cooked a table full of dishes.

"Mom, let me help you wash the dishes!" Mu Qing Huan jumped into the kitchen, wanting to talk to Zhang Lan.

"Qing Huan, go out and buy a drink." Before the meal, Zhang Lan purposely pushed Mu Qing Huan away.

Mu Qing Huan did not doubt his words, and agreed before walking out.

Standing by the window, Feng Cheng gazed at Mu Qing Huan's figure.

Zhang Lan's reaction was within his expectations. A trace of impatience flashed past his eyes, and her voice was ice-cold, "Speak, how much do you want this time?"

Zhang Lan pursed her lips, looking timidly at Feng Cheng's face, seeing that the smile on his face had long since disappeared, she spoke honestly, "feudalism, that beauty salon of mine was originally pretty good, but I've been losing money recently, so I'm a little short on cash right now. Lend me a little, let me know …"

Zhang Lan wanted to say something but hesitated, tactfully waiting for him to react.

"Two million is enough?"

He reached his hand into the trouser pocket's leg and took out the cheque he prepared beforehand, then disdainfully threw it at Zhang Lan's feet. Feng Cheng said indifferently, "Don't come looking for your daughter for money next time, remember that!"

Words were appropriate, noble, domineering, and as cold as ice.

"feudalism, why did you …" couldn't understand why Feng Cheng wanted to marry Mu Qing Huan. To him, he should find a woman that could help his career.

… ….

"I don't know what you guys want to drink, but I bought two bottles of soda …" The moment he sat down, he felt the atmosphere was not right. Mu Qing Huan looked at Feng Cheng and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

"I'll wait for you." Feng Cheng's answer was perfectly adequate to please him.

"Aiya, the food got cold from waiting. Mom, you eat too. You made it yourself!" Mu Qing Huan drank the large cup of cola in one go. Just as she was about to drink the second cup, Feng Cheng gave him some milk and taught him a lesson, "Drinking this is good for your skin."

"No, I'll have another drink!" Mu Qing Huan was determined to take away the cola, but unexpectedly, Feng Cheng drank a mouthful of water and wiped the corner of his mouth sexy.

Speechless, it was impossible for Mu Qing Huan to share a cup with him. After obediently drinking the milk, she secretly stepped on him.

After the meal, Mu Qing Huan helped Zhang Lan wash the dishes, but she still refused to leave!

"You're still not going to work?" With his hands full of foam, Mu Qing Huan wiped the sweat off his forehead and urged him to go out and be the driver to earn money.

Right, they were living together now! But how could a small driver like him have the nerve to take a vacation? What kind of leave of absence?

As for her, she didn't have anything to buy. She just happened to have used up her aunt's towel. Looking at the date, it was about time to sweep up the goods.

But she really didn't want to go shopping with him!

"Let's go." Feng Cheng saw Mu Qing Huan's face suddenly turn red, and her lips twitched: "I'll take your salary card."

She had said that as long as he helped her out of prison, she would give him a salary card …

Hey, she was just casually saying that she had been tricked again!

His life was truly bitter! After all, she was the Mrs. Feng. Shouldn't she be taking care of the family's money? Why did they turn it around?

So she's poor now, isn't she? The kind that doesn't have a dime? It all depended on his mood to buy an aunt towel?

"I want to wash the dishes first!" She had to wash the dishes and wash away all the depression in her heart!

Feng Cheng leaned on the kitchen door, seeing that the little girl was so angry that she was about to cry, she kept washing the pots and bowls, and the corner of her mouth unconsciously raised.

Zhang Lan pushed Mu Qing Huan away, "Qing Huan, go and do some proper business with feudalism first."

"No way!" The money was all her money, yet it flew into Feng Cheng's pocket.

Just say that he didn't help her out out of kindness, so he wasn't proud of her, but because of Grandpa Mao!

Zhang Lan was afraid that Feng Cheng would be angry, "Qing Huan, don't be willful!"

"Just wait a little longer..." Mu Qing Huan washed the pot twice and boiled it with hot water again.

When Zhang Lan saw this, she felt slightly gratified. With Mu Qing Huan's current state, she could barely manage to serve her husband.

Finally, Mu Qing Huan had settled everything!

"Mom, it's rare for him to have time off. We're going to the supermarket to buy stuff today, so we'll be leaving first!" The next time he came back, unless it was New Year's Eve, Mu Qing Huan would not feel sad, so he took off his apron.

"Hey, slow down on your way." Zhang Lan took off her apron and caught the cheque in her pocket, causing it to float to Mu Qing Huan's feet.