Chapter 100

Cheng ran didn't know what to say for a moment. All her anger was vented. It was like a fist hitting cotton. It was soft and could not make her strength.

For the first time in her life, she had no way to take a person. That frustration made her at a loss, and she didn't know what to do to break this phenomenon.

Simply, she didn't speak anymore. She just changed a position with Feng moye. When he had fastened his seat belt, she remembered a problem.

"Wife, can you drive?"

"Not really." Cheng ran started a fire as he spoke, released the clutch and increased the accelerator, and the car flew out directly.

Feng moye's face stiffened. He subconsciously pulled the handrail above his head, and then turned to look at Cheng ran. She looked indifferent, but the speed of the car didn't drop because of the turn.

The first time he took someone else's car, he felt uneasy: "wife, slow down."

"I haven't driven much. I can't control my strength well. Just sit still."

She still looked modest, but the accelerator on her feet was not relaxed at all.

Feng moye has never seen a girl driving so wild. He doesn't take the car on the road as an obstacle at all. His eyes are cold and he sees the car in front suddenly change lanes.

"Wife, be careful."

Cheng Ran's eyes were sharp. He quickly turned the steering wheel with one hand. The car directly crossed the car just now and rushed to the front.

This road seems to have become a venue for her to show her driving skills. The operation and cooperation are seamless.

When he arrives at Feng's house, Feng moye looks gloomy. Although he hasn't seen big winds and waves, Cheng Ran is not very good at driving. Is he modest or teasing him?

Can that be called not very good?

Feng moye lowers his head and unfastens his seat belt. He asks Cheng ran with an indifferent face.

"Used to be from the Racing Association?"

"No."

"Where did you learn this skill?"

"Go kart." Cheng ran lowers his head, unfastens his seat belt, pushes open the door, and then takes Feng moye's wheelchair from the trunk and pushes it to the co pilot.

Feng moye seriously suspects that Cheng ran hasn't told her many things, such as her past. Can girls from the countryside have so many skills?

He is not only accomplished in medicine, but also proficient in driving. He looks forward to what surprises his little wife will bring to her in the future.

Cheng ran opens the co pilot's door and waits for Feng moye to come down. The man narrows his eyes and looks at the straight girl standing. The beautiful face is still lukewarm.

He couldn't help laughing. His wife is sometimes dull and cute.

"Wife, are you going to let me walk down by myself?"

Isn't this wheelchair a decoration? I'm afraid the servant at the door can't see that he's lying?

Cheng ran looks back at Feng's door. Several servants are looking at them. Cheng ran can only bend down and hold Feng moye, but he is tall. Cheng ran bends down again and can't do anything. She glares at him angrily.

"Can you work harder?"

Do you expect her to carry him out?

Feng moye looks angry on her face, and her red lips are slightly cocked up. Instead of looking ferocious, it's still a bit like coquetry.

He made a little effort. Cheng ran helped him to sit in the wheelchair, and Feng moye held her hand in the wheelchair.

"Grandpa wants Feng Changdong to feel my pulse today. It's up to you, wife, whether you can round this lie."

Cheng ran didn't want to interfere in their closure at all: "what does it have to do with me?"

She was unpopular at Feng's house, and then she got into trouble because of Feng moye. Will she be busy in the future?

It's her biggest concession to cure Feng moye's leg. She wants her to be a shield. There's no way.

Feng moye is not in a hurry. His tone is like abandoning himself.

"It doesn't matter. If you're not afraid of Feng Changdong and charge this account to you, you can betray me."

Although his tone is still very peaceful, Cheng ran can't hear it. The goods are threatening himself.

But she has a problem. She eats soft rather than hard. The more she wants to be hard with her, the less she will eat this set.

She shrugged casually: "it doesn't matter, I don't care."

After that, Cheng ran didn't even bother to push him. He loosened his wheelchair and was about to go inside.

Feng moye looks stunned. He has just won. Now he is a little caught off guard by Cheng ran.

"Wife."

Cheng ran smiled at the corners of her lips, but her voice was as cold as usual.

"Is Mr. Feng still busy?"

"Do you have the heart to let me be framed by others because my husband usually hurts you so much?"

Feng moye changes her attitude in time. He almost knows her temper. The girl eats soft rather than hard. She hates being threatened by others. She has to be sweet like marshmallow.

Cheng ran accidentally sees Tian Jing dangling at the door, and an idea flashes through his mind.

Her cool eyes flashed a sly smile and suddenly changed her mind.

"I'll make a deal with you. As long as you promise me, I'll help you round it."

"Tell me."

Feng moye looked at her with a shrewd light at the bottom of his eyes, and suddenly enjoyed fighting with her.

Smart people like to deal with smart people.

"Tell me Tian Jing's information and I'll help you."

"You have nothing to ask what Tian Jing does. He can be your grandfather. I don't wear this green hat."

Cheng ran rolled his eyes silently and blurted out without thinking.

"I let a handsome man as big as you don't look and go to raring the old stereotype of Tian Jing. Am I out of my mind?"

When Feng moye heard the speech, a smile flowed from the tip of his eyebrows and the bottom of his eyes.

"I like that."

Cheng ran doesn't know how to say this. She hasn't responded yet. She doesn't know how now. Since she married Feng moye, she always feels that she is being led away by him.

It was absolutely impossible for her to say these words before.

But what she said was like water thrown out, and she couldn't take it back. If she explained again, it would appear hypocritical. She simply asked directly.

"Do you agree?"

"As long as you don't have that idea and reasonable requirements for Tian Jing, your husband naturally agrees."

He can even give the whole Yecheng to her. Won't he agree?

"Well, that's settled." She is worried about who to find to check Tian Jing. Now, there is Feng moye. The information in his hand must be the most comprehensive.

As long as he knows Tian Jing's information, he can roughly infer what relationship Tian Jing has with his grandmother.

Now she can't ask Tian Jing for no reason. She has to investigate clearly.

"Go in." It's suspicious to stand here all the time.

"Have you arranged for the media?" Cheng ran asked as he pushed him in.

Don't worry, she hasn't even started acting. The Feng family already knows.

"Don't worry, it's all arranged by Chejin."

Soon, his lips opened slightly, and his voice was mixed with joy.

"It seems that my wife still cares about me."

"I just don't want to waste my expression."

"Duplicity."

If Cheng ran hadn't pushed him in, he would have to suffer again.

After entering, she put Feng moye in place and sat down in the next chair. She didn't mean to care about him at all.

Feng Changdong looked at the picture and couldn't help feeling a little funny. Cheng ran was completely like going his own way.

"It seems that the relationship between sister-in-law and brother needs further cultivation."