Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

"Are you sure, the two of you don't need to fight on the tarmac before boarding the plane? I'm afraid that your unharmonious state will cause the plane to shake!" Feng Yiran joked standing beside the gangway.

Tsk tsk tsk, this method is really too low-level, it took a few days to get a woman.

They are about to set off, and they have to rely on physical strength and force to solve the problem, what a shame!Fortunately, that guy Sang Haoyang is always boasting about how attractive he is.

Wen Ya was carried on the shoulders, her head was upside down, she was thrown up all the way, her eyes stared like gold stars.

Hearing First Young Master Feng's words, he couldn't help becoming excited again, "Bastard! Put me down!"

Sang Haoyang's steps were not affected by the woman's movements at all, instead he slapped Wen Ya's ass twice punitively.

"Woman, be quiet! I didn't squeeze your strength out last night, did I? I'll put you down when I get on the plane, don't make noise!"

It's shameless for him to talk about the affairs between men and women so openly in public!

Rao Xiao Ziqing was such a "battlefield-tested" veteran, she couldn't help but blush a little.

After going up the gangway, Wen Ya was speechless, she was too full for breakfast, and she was thrown for such a long time, a nauseating urge surged from her abdomen.

After being put on the seat by Sang Haoyang for a long time, she didn't come back to her senses, her face was pale, and she didn't even dare to speak, for fear that she would really spit it out if she opened her mouth.

Xiao Ziqing saw that she was so uncomfortable, so she asked someone to bring her medicine box, found a box of ointment, and rubbed a little on the gentle man.

The cool smell spread quickly, refreshing, very fresh, but not too harsh, and it didn't irritate the skin when it touched it.

Wen Ya smiled gratefully at Xiao Ziqing, "Thank you, Mrs. Feng."

As the culprit, Sang Haoyang was a bit guilty. Although he stood by, he didn't say a word, for fear that Wen Ya would get angry again if he said something wrong.

"Xiaoya, you don't mind if I call you that?" Xiao Ziqing's attitude was very friendly, and it was rare to show a smiling face to someone she didn't know very well, which was really a great way to save face.

Even the young master of the dignified Keynes family has not received such treatment.

Wen Ya returned with a bright smile, "Of course I don't mind, you have no airs at all, you are easy to get close to, and you are not as noble as the newspapers say!"

To be honest, because the media has always made Feng Yiran a myth, it seems that he should be a product from an alien planet.

He started from scratch, set aside his proud family background and established a huge business kingdom on his own, and achieved today's achievements. No matter how you look at it, he is synonymous with miracles.

As Feng Yiran's wife, Xiao Ziqing inevitably became the focus of everyone's attention.

Helplessly, neither of them likes to put on a show, let alone pretend to be another just because they appear in public. They always maintain the most authentic side to show others.

Because of this, Xiao Ziqing would always be labeled with adjectives like "noble" and "cold and arrogant", as if she was a high-ranking queen who looked down on everyone in the world.

In fact, those who are familiar with her know that she just has a face of "don't get close to strangers", but her people are not difficult to get along with.

Common people like Wen Ya have often seen reports about Young Master Feng's family in newspapers and magazines. Although many of them were speculations and inferences from the media, she was still impressed.

Strictly speaking, this was only the second time Wen Ya saw Xiao Ziqing, but she had an inexplicable affection for Xiao Ziqing.

This is definitely an unpretentious woman, her true temperament, likes and dislikes will be revealed, and she will not play tricks on others.

"Xiaoya, you are too thin. If you are engaged in such a high-intensity job, you may not be able to handle it. Would you like me to write some diet prescriptions for you? It is simple and easy to make, and does not require any technical difficulties."

"Really?" Wen Ya suddenly regained her spirits.

From health care and beauty, to diet therapy to lose weight, yoga, fashion clothing and make-up, the two women talked endlessly, and there was no sign of stopping.

After being left out in the cold for almost two hours, Feng Yiran felt that his patience had reached a breaking point.

He put down the computer, walked to the place where the two women were sitting, and supported the back of the chair with one hand, "Officer Wen, can you give me back my wife? It's time for her to take a rest."

Although it was a polite question, it carried an invisible pressure that made people have to succumb to his majesty.

Wen Ya stepped aside almost immediately, keeping a certain distance from Xiao Ziqing, "Hehe, sorry, I seem to talk too much. Please go ahead!"

God!A mature man like Young Master Feng is the male god in her heart, much more so than those other celebrities.

Not to mention handsome, he has a good figure and is good at making money.Tsk tsk tsk, there is almost nothing wrong with her body.

"Then excuse me." Feng Yiran nodded, ignoring Xiao Ziqing's displeased expression, and picked her up.

Private jets have such advantages. Not only do they have large independent rooms, but they can also not interfere with each other. When the doors are closed, no one can hear the movement of others.

Xiao Ziqing has been spoiled by Feng Yiran for a long time, and she still sleeps for a long time every day. As long as she is not working in the hospital, she will always feel tired easily at other times.

Feng Yiran hugged her and lay down on the bed, and pulled down the sunshade of the porthole, "Sleep for a while. I just looked at the menu, and it's not bad. It's mainly seafood that you like. You should be able to eat it when you wake up."

Finding a comfortable angle in his arms, Xiao Ziqing frowned, "Your clothes are hurting me!"

The coquettish complaint made Young Master Feng soften his heart, "Okay, I'll take it off so that it won't touch you again. Put the quilt on quickly, and be careful not to catch a cold."

The way the young couple get along has always been enviable.

Feng Yiran pampered Xiao Ziqing too much, completely pampering her like a child, blindly pampering her, wishing to pick off all the stars in the sky and use them as toys for her.

Anyone who has seen his attitude towards Xiao Ziqing, there is no one who will not have goose bumps all over his body. He is so numb and jealous to death.

Wen Ya had heard Sang Haoyang talk about it before, and Wen Ya still felt that Sang Haoyang was exaggerating. When she saw it with her own eyes, the shock was absolutely extraordinary.

Although the seats on private jets are spacious and comfortable, wouldn't it be uncomfortable for two people to sit in the same chair? ?
But how natural the expressions of the couple are!
Xiao Ziqing just sat on Feng Yiran's lap like that, without even needing to move a finger, someone would naturally feed food into her mouth.

With every mouthful, Young Master Feng would blow on it, and he tried it himself before feeding her if it was not too hot.

Not to mention the seafood, Feng Yiran will peel off the shells, dip the meat in the sauce, and then continue with the steps of feeding his wife.

Occasionally, when Xiao Ziqing was thirsty, she would simply say one word: "Water."

Her 24 filial husband will immediately hand over the cup, without the slightest bit of impatience, and he doesn't mind being hungry from beginning to end, just serving this ancestor.

That's right, the wife's status in Young Master Feng's family is probably as honorable as the ancestors, so she can only be offered on a high platform.

"What? I'm so envious of her? Come on, I'll feed you too, ah—" Sang Haoyang noticed Wen Ya's actions, and took the initiative to tease Wen Ya.

The envious and jealous eyes of the little wild cat seemed to be drooling.

Oh no, I'm afraid that all the women in the world are eager to be treated like Xiao Ziqing, right?
To paraphrase a popular saying nowadays, Xiao Ziqing didn't save all mankind in her previous life, she should have saved the entire galaxy in order to marry such an excellent husband in this life.

Wen Ya looked at the spoon that was close at hand, and then at the person holding the spoon, she suddenly lost her appetite.

She glanced at it in disgust, "Hurry up and take it away! There's still your saliva on it, and you want me to eat it? Is it disgusting?"

Sang Haoyang almost ran away on the spot, "What's the matter with the saliva? This is called 'You Nong I Nong', you know?? Didn't you see someone give you back a mouthful? This is called fun!"

I'm really going to be pissed off by this little wild cat!

Sometimes it is obviously a very romantic thing, but when you come to her, a single word can destroy all your moods, and it is very unpleasant.

So during the flight time of more than ten hours, Feng Yiran and his wife only cared about being affectionate and sweet, while the other couple fought non-stop like resentful spouses.

Each is wonderful in its own way!
After getting off the plane, the long line of convoys on the tarmac still shocked the entire group.

They are just four people, even if each of them takes one car, then there is no need to come to a whole dozen cars, right? ?Plus luggage, also have to go back with a lot of empty cars.

This kind of ostentation is a waste of money!

Facing the condemning eyes of several other people, Sang Haoyang quickly clarified: "This matter has nothing to do with me! The old man likes the number twelve the most, and the things he often does are unimaginable. You will deeply understand it when you come to our house."

Feng Yiran and his wife are people who are used to seeing big scenes, and they were only intimidated by the exaggerated number of the team, and they were relieved after explaining clearly.

On the contrary, it was Wen Ya who was always in a daze state.

It wasn't until Sang Haoyang kept waving his hands in front of her when she got in the car that she came back to her senses.

"These cars belong to your family??"

I can't tell, this bastard's family is not bad. I used to see him spending money lavishly, and I thought he was using the funds allocated by the organization, or it was the oil and water he got when he was an undercover agent.

Sang Haoyang nodded indifferently, "What's the matter? Don't you like it? Then what kind of car do you like to take? I'll let someone arrange it later."

Wen Ya showed the posture of interrogating a prisoner: "What does your family do?"

"I do everything, so I still have a little money!"

"..." Wen Ya was silent, and then looked at the car models, each of which was priced at more than 300 million, and it could be seen that they were high-end.

She suddenly slapped Sang Haoyang: "You're still a rich second generation?"