Still defeated by fate. "

After being silent for a while, Mu Weicheng mocked softly.

The old president's eyes opened instantly, and he stared at Mu Weicheng angrily: "Do you talk to elders like this?

Forget it, this Li Man, do you think she is not good-looking enough?

Shall I make arrangements for you again..." "No, I will find a suitable person to marry myself, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. I heard that someone is suing you. You can lie here with your illness, but once you recover, you will face charges of multiple crimes. You should be mentally prepared. "

After Mu Weicheng finished speaking, he turned and left.

The old president's face suddenly turned pale. It seemed that some people wished him to close his eyes quickly.

"Ling Mofeng, have you sharpened the knife for so many years, is it sharp enough?

Finally, I'm going to start using it, and I'm really more and more like a leader. "

The old president sneered. In fact, he had expected such a day.

"The winner is king and the loser is bandit. This is the fate of the strong."

The old president is still self righteous at the moment.

In the early morning, it was windy and windy last night, and it became cold in the morning. Lan Yanxi changed the thick quilt into a thin one. Now she felt cold, and her petite body kept leaning towards the man, trying to get warm from him.

Ling Mofeng felt that she looked like a kitten, clingy.

The long, soft hair is scattered around the crook of his arms, making it itchy to scratch. Ling Mofeng's biological clock will wake up on time at six o'clock. He used to get up directly, but since there was a little woman sleeping beside him, he suddenly fell in love with the lazy bed.

He subconsciously hugged her a little tighter in his arms, and Lan Yanxi leaned against a stove, sleeping more peacefully.

At around half past six, Ling Mofeng could only let her go gently, he had to get out of bed to prepare breakfast for her.

Now that his arms can move, he doesn't want to just eat bread with her every day. This woman is getting better at baking bread, but eating this every morning is not nutritious. He doesn't dislike it, but he is afraid that she will lose weight from hunger.

A man stuffed one of her dolls into Lan Yanxi's arms. After Lan Yanxi hugged her tightly, she fell asleep again.

When she woke up, the sky was bright outside the window. She got up, stretched herself, saw the water droplets rolling down from the glass window, and her mood improved throughout the day.

She hurriedly finished washing, changed her clothes and went downstairs. She was taken aback when she heard the oily sound coming from the kitchen.

He hurriedly walked to the kitchen, and saw that the man was still wearing pajamas, making two bowls of noodles, and poached eggs were still fried in the pot, which filled the room with aroma.

Lan Yanxi scolded him softly: "The doctor told you not to move around, you are really disobedient."

Ling Mofeng moved his arm deliberately: "It's okay, don't worry."

"Can I not worry?"

Lan Yanxi pursed her lips.

Ling Mofeng pointed to the beef noodles he had made: "Take it out and eat."

Lan Yanxi looked at the tempting soup with cabbage and beef, and couldn't help swallowing. She must be addicted to Ling Mofeng's cooking.

Ling Mofeng put the fried egg in front of her, rubbed her long hair, then turned and went upstairs.

Lan Yanxi's mood was about to explode. She couldn't help eating with chopsticks. The taste was very familiar. The soup made by Ling Mofeng was delicious. I don't know what ingredients he put in it. JrNovels.com