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Lowering his head, Mu Qing Huan conceded depressingly, "It's something I want to eat … I didn't expect him to be unable to eat it.

"Hm!" I will definitely do what I have to do! " Mu Qing Huan nodded her head heavily. Even if it was a prank, she would not give this thing spicy food.

Tina laughed and pushed Mu Qing Huan to the side of the bed, "Take good care of this patient!"

It's Yan Nai Er!

When he bumped into Mu Qing Huan, Yan Nai Er felt suffocated and explained for a bit, "I heard that he was sick, I came over to take a look."

"Tina, get out of the way." Yan Nai Er stared fixedly at Tina.

Tina could neither enter nor retreat, in the end she walked to the side to let Yan Nai Er in.

"What's going on?" This was the first time Yan Nai Er had heard of him getting sick.

"Small ailment." Feng Cheng played with his phone droplets on one hand and the other hand on the other. His expression was languid, his sickness undiscernible.

"Oh." Yan Nai Er was slightly relieved.

"Nell, let's have a meal together, shall we?" Tina wanted to call Yan Nai Er to leave as soon as possible.

Yan Nai Er rejected decisively, "No, I have an appointment later."

"Is that so?" Tina had to go first.

Mu Qing Huan didn't want to share a room with Yan Nai Er, so she pretended to go to the kitchen to boil some water.

"What did you give him?" Yan Nai Er coldly and sarcastically followed her into the kitchen.

"Did he eat chilies?" Yan Nai Er was only guessing.

Suddenly, Mu Qing Huan's expression became ugly.

How did Yan Nai Er know?

Seeing Mu Qing Huan's ugly expression, Yan Nai Er immediately understood, she was right.

Yan Nai Er caressed the armor that had been painted pink, and looked at Mu Qing Huan with ridicule: "He has concealed a secret from you, do you dare to trust him?"

If one wanted to deal with a small fry like Mu Qing Huan, it was as easy as flipping his palm when he was in the entertainment circle rolling and crawling.

Mu Qing Huan had an indescribable feeling in her heart, as she wanted to know that secret. "What secret?"

"What a beautiful nevus lacrimalis …" Putting on airs of stroking the red nevus lacrimalis at the corner of Mu Qing Huan's eyes, Yan Nai Er's eyes revealed an untold appetite, "He really likes it, right?"

Mu Qing Huan was startled.

"Miss Yan, take care." On the second floor, Feng Cheng's hoarse and magnetic voice came out.

Ignoring Yan Nai Er's ugly expression, Feng Cheng held the bottle in one hand and supported herself on the stairs with the other. Her gaze fixedly and accurately fixated on Mu Qing Huan, "Mu Xiaohai, come up for me."

Mu Qing Huan unwillingly went upstairs, and asked unhappily: "Can't you just lie there properly?"

"I want convenience." Feng Cheng shot her a glance filled with ill intentions.

The implication was that she had to help him take off his pants.

"I'm a patient." Feng Cheng pointed to his belt, "You do it."

"Do you want to pee?" Mu Qing Huan made a gesture of throwing the hanging bottle, wanting to threaten him.

Heh heh, Feng Xiao Er would also fall into her hands sometimes!

"You woman … "It's very unromantic." Feng Cheng lowered his head, lazily self-reliant and held back for a long time before he came out.

With the trouser pocket tied up, while Mu Qing Huan wasn't paying attention, Feng Cheng charmingly moved her index finger from her skirt to her skirt. He had been watching her for the whole night, and her mind was already in a mess …

"The bathroom is quite big. Do you feel it?" His thin lips suddenly pressed against her ear.

"Hang on!" With a face the size of a palm, it was completely expressionless.

"Give it to me, little one, eh?" Feng Cheng deliberately brought the corner of his mouth close to her ear and kissed.

Mu Qing Huan was so nervous that she wanted to throw the bottle away, but she was not that vicious.

Feng Cheng sneered, quickly pulled out the needle hole, and easily blocked her waist, "Qing Huan …."

Mu Qing Huan saw that the back of his hand was bleeding red, and was slightly nervous: "You, you want to die?"

Feng Cheng immediately pushed her against the wall and took a sniff of her fragrance, "Even if you die under a peony tree, it would still be good to be a ghost."

"Wait a moment..." Placing his hand in front of his honey-coloured body, Mu Qing Huan asked with dissatisfaction, "Is there something you're hiding from me?"

"Where?" Feng Cheng shook his head seriously. Other than his identity as the Fourth Brother, he had nothing to hide from her.

Mu Qing Huan gave him a serious face, as she did not want to hear his ambiguous answer, "Give me a proper answer."

After pondering for a moment, Feng Cheng replied without hesitation, "No."

"Really?"

"There has to be none!"

With her small hands at the corners of her eyes, she blinked her eyes coquettishly and asked mischievously: "Feng Xiao Er, is my nevus lacrimalis good-looking?"

lowered his head and kissed the woman's exquisite little face. A sexy voice came out of his throat, "Un … "Good."

Mu Qing Huan acted as if she was being shameless, pulling down the corners of her eyes and making a face, "Hmph! I'll go and beat them tomorrow! "

"How dare you!" He was furious! He was truly angry! Her long legs were straight against her waist.

"Why would I not dare?" Mu Qing Huan asked in reply, unafraid of death.

"Little thing, you're too gutsy!" Surprisingly, Feng Cheng was scratching at Mu Qing Huan's itch.

"Ahaha, it's so itchy, don't do it!" Mu Qing Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"nevus lacrimalis, keep it for me!" His tone was overbearing.

"Shouldn't, why not?" I don't like it, I want to get rid of it! " Mu Qing Huan's mouth was firm, but she regretted it right after she finished speaking.

Because she said that she wanted to destroy the nevus lacrimalis and completely offended Feng Cheng!

"Are you sure you can get out of bed tomorrow?" With that, he pushed the bottle away, picked her up, and carried her back to the bedroom.

Bang!

Her petite body was thrown towards the bed!

"Ugh …" Mu Qing Huan fell to the ground with her limbs spread out. Her skirt was opened messily, and the beautiful scenery inside could be seen clearly.

"What are you doing?" Pheasant! " continuously retreated with his hands tightly covering the hem of his skirt. His heart pounding like a drum, he couldn't be wanting to break the contract, right?

Was the bet useless for him?

Besides, didn't his brother have a problem with that?

"About that, I'm going to work overtime!" Mu Qing Huan casually picked up a pile of magazines, and arrogantly said that he wanted to work overtime!

"I want to take a bath..." He changed the topic bluntly!

"Go wash up …" She raised her small hand and shook it.

"The shower in my room is broken …" He said it on purpose!

Uh... He wanted to go to her room and bathe again?

Mu Qing Huan blushed and used the magazine to cover her face, "Oh, go wash in my room."

"I don't know how to drive." Feng Cheng really had the nerve to lie.

"So... Let me help you? " Closing the document, Mu Qing Huan acted as if he was not afraid of anything, wasn't it just taking a shower?

What was there to be afraid of?

Anyway... Feng Cheng can't do it!

"Oh!" Spread out his slippers, Mu Qing Huan nimbly opened the shower, and just as he turned around, he was hugged tightly by Feng Cheng.

"You …" Mu Qing Huan was at a loss what to do, and her body couldn't help but tremble a few times.

"We haven't seen each other in a few days, have we?" He pressed his forehead against hers and curled his lips. Suddenly, he lowered his head and wildly grabbed onto the corner of her mouth …

He held her hand against the wall.

"Give it a try for me, touch me..."