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

In the restaurant at noon, Feng Yize handled Feng Jinze and Feng Haoze calmly, which shocked Qing Huan.

So, in the afternoon, Feng Yize "happily" sent away the reporters, truly protecting her from being disturbed, which once again refreshed Qing Huan's understanding of Feng Yize.

When she got in the car, she still couldn't believe it.

In Qing Huan's impression, reporters rarely encounter news that they don't want.

But those reporters just now were really dismissed by Feng Yize.

"Feng Yize, you were so awesome just now."

Qing Huan looked at Feng Yize with unconcealable surprise in her eyes.

She felt like she needed to get to know him again.

She looked at him with sharp eyes. This was different from the beggar-looking Feng Yize she saw for the first time. It was different from his playful smile these days. It was different from his concern and warmth for her. .

They all seem to be the same.

Qing Huan was a little confused.

"Qing Huan, you look at me like this, it makes me feel like you don't recognize me."

Feng Yize smiled, his voice clear and cheerful.

With three points of ridicule.

Wen Qinghuan said with a crooked eyebrow, "I just don't recognize you anymore. It seems that the Feng Yize I knew before is different from the one I know now."

"What's the difference?"

Feng Yize pointed to her seat belt and Qing Huan lowered her head to fasten it.

He also fastened his seat belt, waited for Qing Huan to fasten it, started the engine, reversed, and hit the road.

Qing Huan thought for a while and said blankly, "I'm not sure, it just feels different. I used to think you were a little dishonest, but today at noon, you just said a few words to the two people who deliberately framed you... "

"Qing Huan, do you think I am sinister at noon?"

As the car got on the road, Feng Yize turned to look at Qing Huan sitting in the passenger seat.

Qing Huan shook her head, with a smile on her face, "How could it be? Feng Haoze and Feng Jinze are despicable people. If you weren't smart and wise, the restaurant's reputation would have been ruined by them."

"Qing Huan, thank you."

Feng Yize suddenly thanked him.

I am both grateful and touched.

In his more than twenty years of life, except for his three sworn brothers Ye Zhan, Tang Jinchen, and Chu Junming, and his mother, he had no other relatives.

He had friends of the opposite sex, but he had never been attracted to a girl, let alone liked her as much as Qing Huan.

Although he is usually carefree, there are rumors that he is romantic and affectionate.

But that's just superficial.

He is actually pure and innocent.

"Thank me no matter what, I told the truth." Qing Huan looked at him with eyes as bright as stars.

"How is the waiter? Is he seriously injured?"

"It's not serious. Just rest for a while and you'll be fine."

Feng Yize's eyes were filled with coldness, "Feng Jinze and Feng Haoze owe him, I will make them pay back."

"You...will the people from the Feng family make things difficult for you?"

Qing Huan asked with concern.

No matter how powerful he is, after all, he has just joined the company not long ago.

Feng Yize felt indescribably warm and happy at being cared for, "No, they don't have that ability."

The biggest reason for being bullied before was that he was not strong enough.

Now, he won't be polite to them anymore.

It was not a long journey in the first place. Although the speed of the car was very slow as we talked, we arrived home in the blink of an eye.

Feng Yize was responsible for carrying the bags, and Qing Huan opened the door.

He stood behind her, looking at her soft hair, slender figure, and the unique fragrance of a girl lingering in her nose.

The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

This feeling is so good.

After entering the house, Feng Yize carried the dishes to the kitchen and handed another bag to Qing Huan. She put the snacks on the coffee table and lifted the other bag upstairs.

When he went downstairs and returned to the kitchen, Feng Yize had already taken off his suit. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up a little, and he was putting water and washing vegetables with his back to her.

Hearing the footsteps, Feng Yize turned around and smiled brightly at Qing Huan, "Qing Huan, you watch TV for a while while I cook."

Qing Huan came to his side and looked at the dishes he had prepared.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Why did you take so much out of the refrigerator, and you put everything I bought in?"

Feng Yize chuckled, his narrow peach blossom eyes clear and free of impurities.

"It's your first time coming to the imperial capital. I have to do my best to be a landlord."

Qing Huan looked at his smile and found it difficult to make him look like the same person as he was at noon.

"It's not right for you to do this."

She deliberately put on a stern face, went over to open the refrigerator, took out the two ingredients she bought, and then put back some of the ingredients he took.

"That's fair."

Two or four dishes are a bit much.

But she likes two things to eat, and he likes two things to eat.

Viewed separately, it's not too much.

"Qing Huan, who made the ingredients you brought?"

"me."

Qing Huan smiled brightly.

The delicate facial features are hit by the soft and warm light, making them even more beautiful and moving.

Feng Yize moved his eyes away from her face and lowered his head to look at her hands.

Qing Huan blinked.

"What do you mean by frowning? Don't you believe me?"

"Qing Huan, your hands are used for drawing."

Feng Yize's voice was very soft.

The firmness and care in his tone were strong.

Before Qing Huan could react, her shoulders were grabbed by the man's strong hands and she was pushed out of the kitchen.

A brisk and pleasant voice fell on my ears, "Qing Huan, give me an hour. You can watch TV, play on your phone, chat, and do whatever you want."

"Why……"

Qing Huan pouted and looked at the kitchen door that was closed behind her.

——

An hour later, the kitchen door opened.

The aroma of food entered Qing Huan's breath with the appearance of Feng Yize.

She immediately got up and went to help.

This time, Feng Yize didn't stop her.

A few minutes later, Qing Huan sat at the table, leaning forward while looking at the delicious dishes on the table and smelling the aroma.

He praised without hesitation, "Feng Yize, you are so awesome."

Feng Yize smiled and served Qing Huan some food, "Don't praise me yet, only after you taste it."

"It seems to make sense."

Qing Huan nodded.

She watched with crooked eyes as he put the vegetables into his bowl, then picked them up and put them into his mouth.

"tasty."

"Then eat more."

Feng Yize is confident in his cooking skills.

Although he rarely cooks.

Seeing that he was about to pick up food for her again, Qing Huan quickly stopped him, "Don't waste your time picking up food for me. I have my own hands, so hurry up and eat."

"good."

After that, Feng Yize really didn't give Qing Huan any more food.

The two of them ate very seriously and only exchanged a word or two occasionally.

But the atmosphere is very warm.

It wasn't until she put down her chopsticks after eating and Qing Huan finished wiping her mouth that she asked Feng Yize, "Is Auntie still in the hospital?"

"No, I went home after getting checked."

"oh."

Qing Huan rolled her eyes, bit her lips lightly, and said with a smile, "Since Auntie is not in good health, you should stay with her more. After dinner, you can go back quickly. I will wash the dishes."

"It won't take much time to wash a few dishes."

Feng Yize said calmly, "My mother likes peace and quiet and doesn't like me making noise around her."