Flash Marriage Passionate Love: Young Master Mo Is A Wife-pampering Addict

Bai Qingling was very angry.

When she returned to the office, she drank a full glass of water, but her anger was still there.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

There was some emotion in the voice.

The door opened, and Chu Junming stood at the door, well-dressed. His eyes fell on her angry little face. He narrowed his eyes and stepped in.

"..."

Bai Qingling ignored him and took out her phone to unlock it.

"Qing Huan called me to find out about Yize's preferences. She said she was staying at Yize's house in the imperial capital for a few days and wanted to treat him to a meal."

Chu Junming's voice was clear and calm.

It's a nice-sounding one.

Coupled with his deceptive gentle appearance, it is easy for people to have the illusion that he is very friendly to you when he speaks in such a tone.

Bai Qingling thought this was the case before.

But after being at odds with Chu Junming again and again, she now only thinks that he is hypocritical wearing a human skin mask.

"Qing Huan went to the Imperial Capital with Yize. If anything happened, she wouldn't call me. After all, Yuan Shui saved Bu Jin Huo."

Chu Junming seemed to be explaining.

It sounds weird.

Bai Qingling finally raised her head and looked towards him.

He stood five steps away from her desk and looked at her calmly.

"You didn't say anything?"

"I didn't expect you to have such a bad temper."

There was a faint arc at the corner of Chu Junming's mouth.

Bai Qingling glared at him, "Is it because I have a bad temper or because you don't want to say it?"

"I've said it now, can you stop being angry?"

"..."

"How about I treat you to dinner and apologize." The curve of Chu Junming's mouth deepened under her angry expression.

"Who cares?"

"Yang Tingjun's wife is going to give birth. If you don't work overtime tonight, he will have to stay."

"..."

Bai Qingling raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

so what?

Chu Junming took a few steps forward and looked at her across the desk.

"I will stay here for two more days at most, and then I have to go abroad. It will take at least half a month to come back..."

It's none of my business.

Bai Qingling thought so in her heart.

But I thought that if I didn't work overtime, I would have to ask a man whose wife was about to give birth to work overtime.

As kind as she was, she agreed despite her reluctance.

"I'm working overtime, so don't be nagging like an old woman. It's annoying. Your company is so big, but it's all a waste of money. You, the president, need to be here in person."

Chu Junming's mouth twitched slightly.

Immediately he raised the corners of his lips again, "Initially it was because my eldest brother and second brother came to G city."

Although cooperation with Haochen is very important, at this stage, it is not necessary for him.

If it really had to be Chu Junming, then Mo Ziyi wouldn't pass the blame to Bai Qingling coolly.

“Later I felt that what has a beginning must have an end.”

After a long time, Chu Junming and Bai Qingling explained another meaning of this sentence.

——

The imperial capital, shopping malls.

Qing Huan bought some of Feng Yize's favorite dishes.

I bought some snacks and some needed items.

Turning around to go to the cashier to pay the bill, he saw Feng Yize standing in front of him.

I don’t know when it arrived.

There is a smile in the narrow peach blossom eyes, handsome features, handsome and charming.

"Feng Yize, why are you here?"

Qing Huan blinked in surprise.

"I come."

Feng Yize reached out and held the shopping cart.

His long, slender, clean fingers were only one centimeter away from her hand, but he did not take this opportunity to hold her hand, or touch it on purpose.

Qing Huan lowered her head, glanced, let go, and said with a smile, "Okay."

"What did you buy?"

Feng Yize lowered his eyes, looked at the contents of the shopping cart, and asked casually.

Pushing the shopping cart, she and Qing Huan walked side by side towards the checkout counter.

"I bought some vegetables, snacks, and some random things."

Qing Huan smiled and answered his question, "How did you know I was here?"

"I saw the message you sent and originally wanted to call you, but my third brother called me first. He told me."

When Feng Yize said this, his eyes looked at her closely with a smile.

Wen Qinghuan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her, and she smoothed her hair around her ears with her hand to hide it, "I saw that the refrigerator is full of my favorite dishes. Did you have someone buy them in advance?"

"Well, it's not safe for a girl like you to stay in a hotel. My sister-in-law used to stay at Uncle Qin's house when she came on a business trip. I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to live there, so I thought of letting you stay at my house. Anyway, I rarely stay there."

"Then where do you live, at Feng's house?"

Qing Huan raised an eyebrow and asked.

Feng Yize shook his head, "I live with my mother. I only live here when it's too late sometimes and I don't want to go back and wake my mother up."

When they arrived at the checkout counter and were queuing up, Feng Yize explained, "I accompanied my mother to have a check-up in the afternoon, and then went to see the waiter who fell down the stairs... My phone was charging and I didn't have it with me."

"Is Auntie sick?"

"Well, it's an old problem. Regular physical examination. The weather was bad the past two days, and my mother's health has also deteriorated."

"Did you see the post online?"

"I see, everyone is praising your paintings, Qing Huan, your paintings are so good."

Feng Yize's eyes are particularly beautiful, and the way he smiles is charming and charming, making people fall unconsciously.

Qing Huan smiled softly, "I'm obviously complimenting you, okay? Many people praise you for being handsome."

"You made me look handsome."

"Don't you look good? Even if you pretend to be a beggar, you can't hide your delicate facial features."

The two of them talked and moved with the team in front.

After a while, Feng Weize felt the gazes from around him, and Qing Huan also felt it.

Before he could react, he heard someone whispering, "Isn't this the Young Master Feng that was uploaded on the Internet? It turns out that he is more handsome in person than in the portrait. Is the young lady next to him the young lady in the portrait?"

There were only paintings and the blogger's introduction on that post, but no photos of Qing Huan.

"That's right. The way Master Feng looks at that young lady is so gentle and affectionate. I'm so envious."

"They're a good match."

Qing Huan's face felt inexplicably hot.

She has always been thin-skinned and is rarely talked about like this.

I wanted to pretend not to hear, but those sounds came to my ears from time to time.

When the two took the elevator to the first floor, they were immediately surrounded by a group of reporters rushing in from outside.

"Master Feng, is this the beautiful painter who painted your portrait?"

"Master Feng, how did you deal with what happened at noon today?"

"Master Feng, what is your relationship with the beautiful painter? Is it convenient to disclose it?"

Feng Yize took a step forward without leaving any trace, and protected Qing Huan behind him, with his usual signature smile on his handsome face.

"Thank you for your concern for Mr. Feng, but please don't take pictures and don't disturb my friends."

His words were obviously smiling, but those who knew Feng Yize knew that his smiling words contained a warning.

This was not the first time for these reporters to interview Feng Yize, and they knew a little bit about his temper.

"Master Feng, can we take a picture of you?"