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

Feng Yize wanted to say, "I'm not in a hurry."

But as he spoke, something flashed through his mind, and he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Looking at Chu Junming steadily, "Third brother, are you?"

Chu Junming's fingers caressing the cup paused, then took it away after a moment, stood up and returned to his desk.

"..."

Feng Yize blinked in his narrow peach blossom eyes and waited for a while, but no reply came from Chu Junming.

He had an idea in mind.

His brows furrowed.

He lowered his head, thinking about something apologetically.

Behind the desk, Chu Junming put one hand on the table, touched the mouse with the other and pinched it in his hand. He saw Feng Yize lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

He smiled faintly and said, "Don't make wild guesses. Qing Ling and I have nothing to do with each other. If you want to let nature take its course between you and Qing Huan, that's fine."

"Third brother?"

"If you're fine, don't waste my time here. I'll send the drawings to your mobile phone. If you need to change anything, just go and communicate with the decoration company. Also, after I go back tomorrow, you can keep an eye on it."

"good."

Feng Yize smiled and nodded.

Chu Junming picked up the phone and sent it to him, then lowered his head and continued working.

Seeing that Chu Junming was busy, Feng Yize stopped disturbing him and said, "Third brother, I'm leaving first."

Then he turned and left his office.

After the office door closed, Chu Junming raised his head and his eyes fell on the closed door panel.

After a while, he lowered his head and continued working.

…

In the studio, Yan Zhidong was sitting on the sofa near the window, supporting his chin with one hand and maintaining the same posture with a smile on his face.

Until Qing Huan's voice sounded softly, "Aunt Yan, you can move now."

She just blinked and moved her neck gently.

He smiled and said, "Qing Huan, have you finished the painting so quickly?"

"Well, Aunt Yan, see if you like it first. If you don't like it, I'll help you redraw it."

"Ah... I really like it so much, Qing Huan, I'm so excited, what should I do? I want to hug you."

After Yan Zhidong saw the portrait, he was so excited that he couldn't stop, and finally hugged Qing Huan happily.

When Feng Yize came into the studio, he saw this scene.

Qing Huan was hugged by his mother.

"Mom, Qing Huan, what are you doing?"

He strode over. Yan Zhidong let go of Qing Huan, pointed at the painting he had just painted and said, "Come on, Yize, let me introduce you to her. This is your mother."

Feng Yize's mouth twitched as he looked at Yan Zhidong, who was smiling, excited and proud.

Somewhat dazed.

He has not seen such a mother for a long time.

After Yan Zhidong finished the introduction, he saw that Feng Yize was motionless and did not speak as if he was a fool.

She paused for a moment, then smiled again and said, "Why are you so stupid? Qing Huan painted me ten years younger. Yize, why don't you and Qing Huan switch?"

"What to change?"

Feng Yize took two steps forward and admired the painting head-on.

His mother was a great beauty when she was young, and she does look younger in this painting.

However, she is also very beautiful now.

"Of course I'm going to let you and Qing Huan switch. You go to the Wen family to be the son, and Qing Huan comes home with me to be the daughter."

Qing Huan couldn't help laughing.

Feng Yize looked at her and she waved her hands innocently, indicating that he had nothing to do with her.

He looked at Yan Zhidong again and asked depressedly, "Mom, you don't want a son, do you think Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen will want him?"

Yan Zhidong stared at the painting unsatisfied and heard Feng Yize ask.

She just turned her head and glanced at him, then stopped looking at the portrait.

He said perfunctorily, "I'll take it. You're pretty good-looking, not stupid or lame. As long as you make as much money as you can in the future, you should be filial to them."

"..."

Feng Yize was really heartbroken.

After Yan Zhidong finished speaking, he turned to Qing Huan and asked with a smile, "Qing Huan, can you help me draw a cheongsam outfit tomorrow?"

Qing Huan nodded, "Of course."

"no."

Feng Yize and Qing Huan said it together.

But Yan Zhidong automatically blocked him.

She looked down at herself and said to herself, "I should still be able to wear a cheongsam."

"Aunt Yan, you have such a good figure, you must be able to wear it. I will accompany you to buy one later. I know a store that makes cheongsams very well."

"Really? Let's go now."

Qing Huan smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's go now."

"Would any of you pay attention to me..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yize's face was covered by a magazine picked up by Yan Zhidong.

He was afraid that the magazine would fall to the ground, so he obediently reached out and grabbed it.

Yan Zhidong and Qing Huan walked out of the studio laughing and joking. Then he took the magazine off his face and looked out through the glass window. The two walked hand in hand to the pedestrian street in front.

Feng Yize touched his nose. His mother liked Qing Huan so much. Although he lost his status, she was very happy.

…

Qing Huan brought Yan Zhidong to the luxury street built by Mo Ziyi for Qing Qing.

It is the fashion icon of G city.

The cheongsam shop was in the middle. Qing Huan and Yan Zhidong were walking in front, and Feng Yize followed them two or three meters away.

From time to time, take a photo of their backs.

Because Tang Jinchen's parents, Ye Zhan, grandfather, father and others all returned to the imperial capital this morning.

Yan Zhidong did not go back only because he came to G city to play.

Although she came with the large army, she has the most leisure time and can stay as long as she wants.

So I found Qing Huan.

"Aunt Yan, this is it."

Qing Huan pointed to the store in front and introduced Yan Zhidong.

Yan Zhidong responded, then turned around and shouted to Feng Yize, who had been following behind, "Son, hurry up."

Feng Yize, "..."

Finally saw me.

Yan Zhidong added before entering the store, "I'll pay for it later."

Feng Yize, "..."

…

after an hour.

Feng Yize swiped his card and paid.

Yan Zhidong wanted to buy one for Qing Huan, but Qing Huan refused.

She didn't force herself and took the bag containing the cheongsam from the waiter, refusing Feng Yize to carry it for her.

After walking out of the cheongsam shop, Yan Zhidong started to yawn and said tiredly, "I can't do it anymore, Qing Huan, I have to go home and rest first, but you didn't buy anything today, so you can't go shopping with me for so long. Portrait I’m not paying you either, so let’s ask Yize to accompany you to pick out something you like, no matter what it is.”

Qing Huan smiled and shook her head, "Aunt Yan, I don't lack anything. Since you are tired, we will go back first."

"No, no."

Yan Zhidong suppressed a smile, with a serious look on his face, "I will be uneasy if you don't pick a gift, and I won't dare to let you draw again tomorrow. Qing Huan, if you don't want Yize to follow, then I'll hold on a little longer. , I’ll accompany you to choose.”

As she spoke, she bent over and gently tapped her leg with the hand that wasn't carrying the bag.

"I'm no longer useful when I get old. My legs hurt even though I haven't been shopping much."