Chapter 279

On the way back to jjiu, Che Jin still asked, "Mr. Feng, do you want to check his wife's life experience?"

"Not for the time being. Unless she wants to check it herself, even if it is found out, it will only cause harm to her."

Feng moye knows Cheng Ran's temperament too well. If she investigates without her consent, she will be angry.

When the girl gets angry, she can't stop yelling.

Che Jin couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Feng, I found that since you met your wife, it seems that all your principles have been broken."

In the past, Mr. Feng was afraid of doing things. He thought so much that he would act immediately once he thought about it.

Only when it comes to his wife's affairs, Feng always thinks twice, taking into account not only the actual situation, but also his wife's feelings.

Cheng Ran is held in Feng moye's arms, but it seems to make him very uncomfortable. She moves her body a little and accidentally meets the most sensitive and daring place of the man. The man can't help frowning. Her body is like a tight string, and her face is a little different.

Che Jin noticed from the rear-view mirror and thought what had happened to President Feng.

He asked, "Mr. Feng, is the space too small? Why don't you put your wife on the seat."

Feng moye said angrily, "drive your car. There's so much nonsense."

Che Jin hung his head in embarrassment. Well, he talked too much. Maybe he would like to be pressed by his wife.

Feng moye finally calmed down. Who knows that Cheng ran slept restlessly, probably because the car was too cramped. She leaned sideways again. This time, her hands hugged his neck, her head leaned against his shoulder, her red lips were slightly open, her breath breathed into the man's cochlea, like a silent call.

The veins on the man's forehead burst out, and his thin lips were tight and patient.

The goblin, I'm afraid god sent to torture him. He doesn't stop when he's drunk.

Cheng ran seemed to be looking for a comfortable place, but the breath on her lips hit the man's skin, and the man's heart tightened.

He repressed the impulse and said to Che Jin in front of him.

"Drive faster."

"Oh."

Che Jin hastened to increase the accelerator, but he was still wondering why President Feng's voice sounded so strange.

At the door of the drugstore, Che Jin goes in to buy alcohol antidotes for Cheng ran. Feng moye takes a breath of pride. He looks down at the little woman in his arms. His face is flushed, and a layer of water light is dense on the soft lips. It looks like he wants to make people

And he did. He needs to ease up now.

The man bowed his head, covered her lips, tossed and turned, like greedy for something, especially the mellow smell of her wine, as if he had drunk him.

Cheng ran felt vaguely that someone was kissing him. He was soft, but he didn't reject him at all.

Ambiguous feelings are fermenting in the car. Feng moye just feels that the temperature of his body is rising. He hugs Cheng ran with one hand and unlocks the button of his shirt with the other hand. A large chest is open, revealing a beautiful collarbone.

If Cheng ran were sober now, he would be passive and take the initiative to wipe him dry.

However, Feng moye is not in a hurry. When he goes back, he will taste it slowly. After a long night, he always has to do something meaningful.

When Che Jin comes back again, Feng moye is still as stable as Mount Tai. Obviously, the two seem quite normal, but he vaguely feels that the atmosphere is wrong.

Can't say, is it your own illusion?

However, he did not dare to ask. He simply handed the sobering medicine to Feng moye in the back seat.

"Mr. Feng, the medicine and water are here. When do you want to give it to your wife?"

"Well, go back first."

It doesn't seem very uncomfortable to see her now.

Che Jin continued to drive to Feng's house.

He took Cheng ran out of the car and walked to the living room, but found that the hall was brightly lit. He couldn't help frowning. He took off his coat with one hand, covered Cheng ran tightly, and then collapsed in.

As a result, I saw Feng Changdong sitting in his chair, still leisurely turning over the book, which wrote several big characters of compendium of Materia Medica.

He mockingly hooked his lips. His relationship with Feng Changdong has always been bad. He is only maintaining the appearance, especially knowing the abacus played by his heart. On the occasion of no Grandpa, he doesn't want to talk nonsense with Feng Changdong.

At the moment, he also held Cheng ran. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, so he was ready to go upstairs.

It was a long winter, but he took the lead in opening his mouth.

"Brother, it's so late, and I'm still drinking with my sister-in-law outside. For a while, if Grandpa knows, I have to say you again. If Siqi knows and is jealous, I say you've lost your mind and sense of propriety by your sister-in-law."

Feng moye's face became gloomy immediately, and even his slender eyes became extremely cold.

He glanced slightly: "as long as you shut your mouth, you won't have these problems. If you want to study medicine well, you should concentrate and be half hearted, but you can't learn anything. Especially now, my wife's medical skills have dumped you for several blocks in the medical field."

Feng Changdong was teased by Feng moye with such poisonous words. His angry face was livid, and his last second smile completely froze.

Feng moye didn't bother to talk to him. He took Cheng ran in his arms and went upstairs. They all disappeared at the corner of the stairs. Feng Changdong angrily threw out the book in his hand.

Che Jin came forward and kindly helped Feng Changdong pick it up.

"Don't be angry, second young master. You know Mr. Feng's temper and don't like others to tell him what to do."

His words are also a disguised reminder to Feng Changdong. Since he is not Feng Zong's opponent, don't always hit the muzzle of the gun. He said that he can't afford Feng Zong, and he has to find himself unhappy. Why.

Feng Changdong glared angrily at Che Jin: "do you need to teach me these? Get away!"

Che Jin doesn't think this is a bad thing to hear. Anyway, Feng Changdong is not as good as Feng Zong in any aspect.

He went upstairs and left Feng Changdong alone in the living room.

Feng moye puts Cheng ran on the bed, but Cheng ran hugs his neck and refuses to give up. The man taps her slightly hot face.

"Wife, let go first. I'll wash my face."

"Don't..."

Cheng ran pursed her lips and her voice was soft and creepy. It sounded like a spring breeze.

When Feng moye saw her charming face, he couldn't help thinking of the scene in the car. The corners of his lips rose slightly.

"Then let's go straight to the subject."

At the beginning, Feng moye started the attack. At the back, Cheng ran seemed to wake up. It was an earth shaking change, directly turning passivity into initiative.

The two people are unwilling to give in to each other. They were originally strong people. Even in this kind of thing, they are not willing to be the passive party.

As soon as they went, they tossed until five o'clock in the morning. The two people were satisfied and went to sleep with each other.

The next day, Cheng ran opened her eyes and found a pair of dark pupils hanging above her head, mixed with a smile.

The man held his elbow and picked the tip of his eyebrows at her, with a low and pleasant voice.

"Wake up, wife?"