Love Affair: Professor's Hard To Please

C790 It Is My Luck to Know You



C790 It Is My Luck to Know You

3"Gu Cheng, actually. . . " Feng Muyan bit her lip and murmured. "Actually, I, I am already married. "    
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"So. . . " After a long time, the man's low and hoarse voice came.    

    

"Before the surgery, you lied to me about everything you promised me?"    

    

"It's not like that, the man said. I was afraid. . . "    

    

"Afraid that I would lose hope. " Gu Cheng finished the rest of his words for her. In the end, he covered the loneliness in his eyes and smiled at her. "Congratulations, Feng Muyan. "    

    

"Gu Cheng, it's my luck to know you. "    

    

Gu Cheng smiled faintly.    

    

Feng Muyan, it is my luck to know you.    

    

……    

    

In an ordinary ward.    

    

Sheng Wanwan closed her eyes and heard footsteps approaching. She thought Feng Muyan had returned.    

    

"I don't want to spend more time with your big star. . . "    

    

"Routine inspection. "    

    

The woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.    

    

Chu Huaibei!    

    

"Injured Sheng Wanwan, head serious injury, leg slight fracture. "    

    

Sheng Wanwan had seen all kinds of men. Only this man. When she saw him, she unconsciously wanted to avoid him.    

    

"You work in an underground bar. Hm?"    

    

Hearing him mention an underground bar, Sheng Wanwan's originally relaxed heart became nervous again.    

    

Just at this time, Feng Muyan came back.    

    

Chu Huaibei's eyes flashed slightly as he checked his injuries. Sheng Wanwan, who was covered in plaster, could not move her feet at all. Although her injuries were not serious, it would still take a hundred days for her to be seriously injured.    

    

"You can't wear high heels for half a month of recovery. "    

    

Chu Huaibei spoke at the right time, "But there are too many bridesmaids and groomsmen. It will be very incompatible. "    

    

Sheng Wanwan knew that he was talking about Feng Muyan's best man at her wedding.    

    

"How tall is the best man?"    

    

Feng Muyan looked sideways at Chu Huaibei's height. How could she know that with the naked eye. . . It was very high.    

    

Sheng Wanwan followed Feng Muyan's gaze and looked at him. This time, she felt even worse.    

    

"Muyan, I think. . . You should go and find another bridesmaid. I feel that my injuries are a little serious. I won't be able to recover in half a month. "    

    

"I have a headache. I wonder if there will be blood clots in my brain. "    

    

Feng Muyan said, "Pooh, pooh, don't speak nonsense!"    

    

Chu Huaibei saw this scene. His long and narrow black eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at the woman who pretended to be sick on the hospital bed.    

    

This woman seemed to be avoiding him.    

    

In the evening, Feng Muyan bought some daily necessities and food and went to Rong Jingcheng's apartment.    

    

After fiddling with it for a few minutes, a plate of fried tomatoes and eggs was completed!    

    

……    

    

When Rong Jingcheng returned, half an hour later.    

    

When he entered the house, he smelled a musty smell coming from the kitchen.    

    

Very quickly, Feng Muyan placed the fruits of her work on the dining table, two dishes and a soup.    

    

"This can be eaten?"    

    

Rong Jingcheng glanced at the paste of the soup, and. . . What was that plate of black soup?    

    

Seeing that his expression was really forced, Feng Muyan lowered her head dejectedly and snorted. "I made dinner for an hour, how can you dislike it. . . "    

    

Feng Muyan whimpered as she stared at the man. Seeing that he was willing to take the dishes, her heart instantly bloomed with joy.    

    

"Is it delicious?"    

    

"Feng Muyan, are you stir-frying eggs or stir-frying egg shells?" The man picked up another egg shell.    

    

"Oh, I thought it was stir-fried. " The woman scratched her head.    

    

Rong Jingcheng's face darkened.    

    

"I promised my wife that she wouldn't need to cook. "    

    

"Then who will cook in the future?"    

    

Rong Jingcheng's thin lips curved into a smile that was not a smile. He knew that it was a trap, but he still had to jump.    

    

"I'll cook, you wash the dishes. "    

    

"Then now. . . I have. Let's go eat Aber's wonton. I haven't been there for a long time. "    

    


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