Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

Wen Ya took a small cup of milk tea that she had the cheek to beg for, and took a deep breath, with an intoxicated expression as if drinking mellow old wine.

"It smells so good! I can't bear to drink it anymore." Staring at the liquid in the cup, Wen Ya swallowed impatiently.

She really wants to drink it all in one go, but she is afraid that it will be gone after drinking it. What if the aftertaste is endless and it is hard to hold on? ?

Xiao Ziqing looked at her hopeless look from the side, struggling and struggling, she really couldn't stand it anymore.

He raised his uninjured leg and kicked Wen Ya: "Drink, drink, I beg you, if you continue to hold the cup when the milk tea is cold. If you really think it's so delicious, I'll drink it again tomorrow. Let him cook, at worst, teach your family, and let the young master cook for you every day in the future."

Alas, for a foodie, the most fearful thing is not being able to eat delicious food. If she wants to live under the same roof but can only watch helplessly, then it would be more satisfying to kill Wen Ya.

With Mrs. Feng's approval, Wen Ya seemed to have received the imperial decree, she immediately didn't care so much, and took a big sip of milk tea with her head raised.

Xiao Ziqing's smile deepened seeing her smacking her mouth still thinking about it.

No wonder this simple-minded child can't beat that old fox Sang Haoyang, he is no match at all!

"Sister Ziqing, is it troublesome to get married?" After drinking milk tea, Wen Ya suddenly felt a little sad, her disappointed look was completely incompatible with her usual heartless image.

Taking a sneak peek, Xiao Ziqing teased in a good mood: "I'm so excited, do you want to get married? Or do you think staying together every day is not enough, and you want to spend your whole life together? Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like I'm going to start preparing gift money! "

Wen Ya blushed, and slapped her coquettishly: "Sister Ziqing! Why are you making fun of her? Didn't I just talk to you because I was confused..."

Woohoo, if there is someone who can negotiate, does she still need to be so troubled?
Blame it on that bastard who proposed marriage without warning, scaring her out of sleep—

And it wasn't a formal proposal with flowers and a ring, it was just casually saying that with her arms around her on the bed after finishing a certain special exercise.

This matter made Wen Ya depressed for several days.

How can there be such a man? ?Who will propose in bed?And both of them are naked, so it's fine if it's not romantic or sentimental, it's still such an embarrassing time.

There are only a handful of important moments in a woman's life, nothing more than: proposal, marriage, and childbirth.

It was the first time in her life to be proposed, and at such a time and place, there was no moving element at all, Wen Ya almost vomited blood angrily.

Xiao Ziqing quietly observed her expression, and found that Xiao Nizi was angry and annoyed, with a hint of shyness, as if she was recalling something shy and sweet.

As someone who has experienced it, Mrs. Feng could tell at a glance: "He proposed to you?"

"How can there be!" Wen Ya retorted without thinking: "How can it be considered a marriage proposal like him?? He has no sincerity at all, and the ghost will agree!!"

She still clearly remembers that after she clearly and angrily rejected a certain bastard in the middle of the night, that bastard still had a dazed expression on his face, as if he couldn't figure out why his marriage proposal failed...

From Wen Ya's few words, Xiao Ziqing guessed a lot, and she jokingly said: "Actually, it's not that you don't want to marry, but you just want a romantic and unforgettable marriage proposal. Right??"

Wen Ya blushed even more when someone saw through her mind, and she explained stiffly: "How can it be? I didn't mean that!"

"Yes, yes, you didn't mean that. It was entirely my fault. OK?" Xiao Ziqing responded kindly, but she had another idea in her heart.

After finally calming down Wen Ya's emotions, Xiao Ziqing was so excited that she didn't want to take a nap.

Don't look at her injured foot and her mobility is inconvenient, but her mind is much more flexible than usual, so she must have some fun for herself!

Feng Yiran hugged the computer, gently opened the door, and saw his wife sitting with a smile on her face, like a cunning little fox.

"I hope that the target of your calculations is not me." Young Master Feng said with a faint smile, walked over and bent down to kiss the little woman who made him unable to calm down and work.

Xiao Ziqing blinked: "Honey, do you think if I encourage Wen Ya to play the game of running away again, will someone go crazy?"

Glancing at her warningly, Feng Yiran sighed: "Baby, everyone will have a temper, don't keep challenging that guy's bottom line, I might not be able to suppress his fiery reaction then."

No matter who it is, there will always be such a nemesis in this life, who will eat him to death.

Just like the young master who had always been romantic in the past, after meeting Wen Ya, he was willing to give up the whole forest for her, willing to guard her body like a jade for her, and no other women could get into Sang Haoyang's eyes.

The last time Wen Ya had a cold war with him, it almost drove Sang Haoyang crazy, if he did it again, the game would be even bigger, even Feng Yiran was not sure if the young master would go crazy.

Under her husband's warning eyes, Xiao Ziqing shrugged her shoulders: "Okay, since you're not allowed, then I won't do well, just let me lie on the bed and wait for mold!"

Putting down these words in self-pity, she lay down angrily and pulled the quilt up to cover her face.

In the next second, Xiao Ziqing was picked up by Young Master Feng with the quilt on, and she was carried to the wicker chair on the balcony with the thin quilt.

The man pulled back the quilt so that the little woman who was almost breathless could breathe fresh air: "Baby, why did you get moldy on the bed? With your husband by your side, you have many ways to pass the time."

"Hmph!" Xiao Ziqing snorted nonchalantly, too lazy to talk to this domineering man.

Even if First Young Master Feng wanted to guard his wife every step of the way, he would not be able to leave the huge company and ignore it. When he went to the company, Xiao Ziqing and Wen Ya immediately started "secretly plotting" their plan.

So, within a few hours, Wen Ya "disappeared", and this time, she even packed up her clothes, leaving nothing behind.

Sang Haoyang stared dumbfounded at the empty room and the wardrobe with the door wide open.

This little wild cat is playing the game of sudden disappearance with him again? ?After disappearing so completely, do you regret having appeared in his world? ?
"With the young master's ability, it's easy to find her. I'm afraid that people will find her, but my heart won't return to you." Xiao Ziqing stood at the door of the room with difficulty, leaning on a cane, and said sarcastic remarks in a good mood. .

Oh, it's so refreshing to see a man who is usually defiant deflated!Are you still arrogant? ?hum!
After listening to Xiao Ziqing's words, with the young master's super high IQ, of course he could hear the meaning behind her words.

He raised his eyebrows and said displeasedly: "What's the trouble this time? Why do you women have so much energy?? You'll come here every once in a while. You're almost comparable to my aunt."

Some men don't know how to reflect on their own mistakes, but instead blame women for being unreasonable. Isn't this too much? ?
Because of someone's unrepentant attitude, Xiao Ziqing decided to make him suffer.

He simply turned around and left, leaving the young master to continue to struggle.Talking bad about women, right? ?You feel pretty innocent, don't you? ?
"Hey, you haven't told me yet, where did she go?" Seeing that Mrs. Feng just came over to say a few sarcastic remarks, but didn't provide any useful clues, Sang Haoyang hurried to catch up.

Xiao Ziqing looked down at the hand holding her arm coldly, her silent eyes were like sharp knives, piercing straight into Sang Haoyang's heart.

The young master let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and said with a sneer, "That... can you tell me, please?"

This time the attitude of pleading guilty was not bad, and it finally seemed like a person should say something, but Xiao Ziqing was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him at this time.

Glancing at Sang Haoyang expressionlessly, she went straight back to her room, not caring about someone jumping in anger behind her.

He couldn't be tough on Mrs. Feng, and he was shut down again. Sang Haoyang had no choice but to go straight to the top floor of Xisheng International and complain to Young Master Feng.

"You're so noisy!" Feng Yiran had been processing the documents seriously, and the man sitting opposite him complained a lot, nothing more than suing Mrs. Feng for helping Sang Haoyang's woman escape.

Sang Haoyang had a look of grievance: "You can hold your arms full of warmth and soft jade every day, of course you can't understand my pain! Why do you think your wife is so normal, and the little wild cats I meet are tossing to death? ? "

Young Master Feng raised his eyelids and despised this brother with a negative EQ: "That's because I gave my wife a lot of beautiful and unforgettable memories, such as romantic proposals and luxurious weddings, and many trips to the world of the two of you. Understand ?”

After giving the instructions, he continued to immerse himself in the documents, not planning to give this emotional idiot any more time.

As if enlightened, Sang Haoyang understood instantly, and he slapped his forehead: "So it is like this!! She must be blaming me for my lack of sincerity that day!"

The official document was too boring, Feng Yiran rarely gossiped and asked: "How did you propose to her?"

To be able to irritate a normal woman, and even have the idea of ​​breaking up, it can be seen that the stimulation received is more than a little bit.

When the young master narrated the matter of proposing marriage on the bed in the middle of the night, Young Master Feng was petrified, and the corners of his mouth twitched helplessly.

He laughed sarcastically: "You deserve to be dumped! You are fit to be a bachelor in this life!"

Sang Haoyang was so anxious that he lay down on the desk, leaped over a pile of official documents and held Feng Yiran's hand: "Brother, you can't just ignore death! My future wife will be pissed off, if you don't Chasing her back makes me want to die too."

"Then you go to die."

"Brother! Please do me a favor and help me!"

"...500 million, you will be able to embrace the beauty."

"...Are you taking advantage of the fire??" Sang Haoyang yelled, pondered for a while, then gritted his teeth: "Forget it, forget it, even if you take advantage of the fire, I will admit it. Deal!"

"I'm talking about dollars."

"Damn!!! Feng Yiran, don't deceive people too much!"