MTL - Midnight Cinderella-Chapter 58 Fifteenth night

During this period of time, Wang Zhen’s divorce case with Feng Ya was so bad that he not only wanted to let him go out of the house, but even his company. Feng Ping has recently pressured him, and the Wei family is his last hope.

Weisha listened to his words and replied casually: "Do not worry, my brother is following up."

Wang Zhen frowned, so he had listened to it many times. He subconsciously licked his hand and then said: "You also know that Feng Ping is a man who does not care, and my small company is his opponent. If you don't have your backs..."

Weisha was obviously impatient, but fortunately her driver helped her get the perfume at this time: "Miss, the perfume you want."

Weisha’s gaze finally left the phone and looked up at the perfume on the table: “Well.” She put down her phone and opened the perfume and sprayed it into the air: “It tastes good.”

Wang Zhen’s words were interrupted, and it’s not good to continue. He licked his lips and smiled and said: "Well, it is for you."

"Yes." Weisha finally rewarded him with a smile. "You didn't just say where there is a Christmas event? Let's go."

"it is good."

Wang Zhen picked up his own outside on the chair and walked out of the dessert shop with Weisha.

Jiang Dye just picked up the living room at this moment. Feng Jing originally wanted to help her, but she was arranged in the name of the wounded to make a dip. Watching the sun have begun to fall, Jiang dyed first went to the kitchen to prepare for today's dinner.

Feng Ya bought a lot of things for her. She picked up some seals and did not take it out. She planned to make some homemade dishes. There was no lunch at dinner, and the two had a good time, but the broken wine in the refrigerator, both of them had a tacit understanding of not seeing.

After the meal, he insisted on washing the dishes. Jiang dyed him to wash. Waiting for the dishes to be washed out, I found a cleaned table with a bag of Christmas candy and a card.

There is an envelope on the outside of the card, which is painted with a Christmas tree, which is written in the small words of Juan Xiu - to Feng Jing.

"What is this?" Feng Jing picked up the envelope and candy and waved at the river.

Jiang Dye is playing with Erhuang. When he hears his words, he looks back and looks at it: "Oh, the Christmas present for you. You can eat candy now, but the card has to wait until you can get it apart."

Feng Jing Ren Jun can not help: "What you wrote, so mysterious."

Jiang Diandao: "Don't tell you, in short, you can't split it now."

"Good." Feng Jing did not even remove the candy. He planned to go back and dismantle it. "I have been in the hospital before, and I have no time to prepare gifts for you."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, my gift is very casual."

Feng Jing smiled and said: "I think it's okay, pretty candy."

He was talking, Zhou Shu’s phone called and said that he was waiting downstairs. Feng Jing looked at his watch and his voice was dissatisfied: "Not yet eight o'clock, will you go back so early?"

Zhou Shudao: "This is far from the home, plus there are many people on the street today. It is estimated that it is nine o'clock when you arrive home. The doctor said, you should pay attention to rest, you must go to bed before ten o'clock."

"..." Feng Jing did not speak, he was thinking about what excuses to use to let Zhou Shuduo wait for himself for a while. Jiang Ding heard that Zhou Shu came to pick him up. She went to the balcony and looked down. She saw Zhou Shu’s: "Zhou Shu is coming to you, you are going back."

Feng Jing: "..."

At this point in time, nightlife has not yet begun!

"Wang." Even the two yellows yelled at him, seemingly urging him to go back to rest early.

Feng Jing had no choice but to respond: "Okay, I will clean up."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jing looked dull and unhappy. Jiang dye got together and pinched his face. He said, "Okay, go to see you tomorrow."

"..." This line made him feel that he was treated as a child again, but there is a cheap dog. "You comfort me like this? Just pinch your face and finish it? At least you have to kiss it."

Jiang Dian knew that he was "sitting from the ground", but he still waved at him and said: "You bend your waist."

Feng Jing obediently bent over, Jiang dyed his toes and kissed him on his lips: "Is this done?"

No.

Feng Jing wanted to say this, but finally stopped: "Then I will wait for you tomorrow."

"Ok."

Pick up your own Christmas present and put it on the coat and go out. Jiang Dian has been watching on the balcony. After a while, Feng Jing walked out of the building. As if there was any induction, he suddenly turned and looked upstairs.

Jiang dyed a bit, then smiled and waved at him. Feng Bing's brow gradually unfolded and waved with her.

Jiang Feng was returned to the living room when he saw Feng Jing sitting in the car of Zhou Shu. She changed the bed sheets and pillowcases, and the luggage was too lazy to pack, and took the pajamas directly to the bathroom for a shower.

Feng Jing was sitting in the car and watching the streetlights retire one by one. The street was very lively tonight, and the play was full of playful crowds. When waiting for the red light, he boringly counted how many couples there were outside the car.

When counting to the seventh pair, he can't count. His mood was inexplicably a little annoyed. He opened the Christmas candy that Jiang dyed him and picked a red one into his mouth.

The taste of this candy is unique. He can't eat what it is. After gently biting it, it is wrapped in nuts. The sweet taste spreads in the mouth, and it also smoothes out the mood of Feng Jing. He finally hangs a little smile at his mouth and looks at the envelope that is well wrapped.

It should be okay to open it now?

At the same time as he thought, his slender fingers had torn the envelope and took out the letter...

Feng Jing has some doubts. He always thought that it was a Christmas card. Hey, this stationery, how do you look familiar?

He only thought for a second, and he reacted to the stationery he had seen there. After realizing this, he was panicked. He quickly unfolded and looked at the contents through the lights outside the car.

It was really the marriage proposal letter he wrote to Jiang Dian.

Feng Jing felt that his head was suddenly blown up into a mass of paste. Nothing could be thought of, but there were many screens that circulated in his mind. How could Jiang dye have this letter? Where did she find it? When did she see it?

Feng Jing found that in this short moment, his palm was covered with a thin layer of sweat. At the moment the car was launched, his sight fell by accident at the bottom of the letter.

"Very happy to."

Feng Jing’s pupils shrank slightly.

This sentence is not written by him. This is obviously not his word. This is the word of Jiang Dian.

He stared at the four words for a few minutes, and the brain gradually began to understand the meaning of the four words.

——I don’t know if I have this honor, and you become a family member?

--Very happy to.

"Zhou Shu parking!" Feng Jing violently grabbed the chair of the posture seat, and the whole person stood up, "Return to the water town!"

Uncle Zhou was scared by his movements. He could see that he was in a hurry and his eyes were red. If he stops, he doesn't say anything. He just lets Feng Jing sit back and re-fasten his seat belt: "You can't turn around here, I drive to the intersection at the front."

The whole man was stunned, and it seemed to be particularly clear. He held the letter tightly in his hand, as if he had caught something baby.

The return journey seems to be faster than when I left. When Feng Jing returned to God, the car has stopped at the downstairs of Jiang Dianjia.

Feng Jing almost rushed out of the car at the moment the car stopped. Zhou Shu looked at his hurried back and got off the bus and ordered a cigarette: "Young is so good."

Jiang Dian was blowing his hair and heard the doorbell ringing. She was puzzled and turned her head and pressed the hair dryer. The sound of knocking on the door was clearer.

"Wang Wang!"

Erhuang was also called by the door. Jiang Dian put down the hair dryer and walked over to take a look.

It turned out to be Feng Jing.

"Is forgot something..." She opened the door and said that she had not spoken yet.

"..."

Feng Jing was very tight, and the rapid breathing was on top of her head, as if she had just finished running 800 meters. "Well, my heart is here."

Jiang Dian: "........."

He suddenly ran back, just to lick her?

"You are coming advanced." She pushed the hand that hung on her with the iron tongs.

Feng Jing finally let go of her and took the door behind him.

"This," Feng Zhi’s letter in his hand was raised and he was facing Jiang. "Are you supposed to give me an explanation?"

Looking at the letter in his hand, Jiang dyed his face turned red at the speed visible to the naked eye: "This... Isn't this supposed to explain it to me?"

"I want to marry you, I haven't thought about it yet, I don't know when to give it to you..." Feng Jing said something incoherent, and Jiang Dian's face was red in his words.

She buried her head and didn't dare to look at Feng Jing: "I went to your home with Michelle that day, and the home of Nan Tinghua, he said to help you bring some more clothes... Then I went to your room, one I accidentally saw this letter."

"I remember that I put the letter in the drawer." Feng Jing's voice fell from the top of his head. Jiang Dye is even more ashamed: "Then you remember that the drawer is closed!"

"..." Feng Jing took a moment and laughed unconsciously. "My fault."

Jiang dyed his mouth and sighed. Some of his voice complained: "Are you peeking at the letter again? Let you go home to see it."

"My fault." Feng Jing repeated this sentence, gently lifted Jiang dyed chin and kissed her lips.

His kiss is very light and soft, with a strong breath that belongs to him, and easily let Jiang dye sink. He took her waist and turned around, and put her on the door, gradually deepening the kiss.

The clothes were faded one by one, but their body temperature was still uncontrolled. Jiang Ding just took a shower, his hair was still not dry, and the semi-wet hair was stuck on his neck. A drop of water slowly slipped down the hair.

Feng Jing leaned over and dripped the drops of water into his mouth, and his tongue slid across the skin dyed by Jiang, so she couldn't help but shudder.

She knew what he wanted to do and his body told her honestly. She was gradually swallowed up by this embarrassing atmosphere, but she still hadn't forgotten the doctor's jealousy: "You have just been discharged from the hospital and can't do strenuous exercise."

"..." Feng Jing did not expect that she would remember this kind of thing at this time. "Do not worry, it's okay."

"Your body...no..."

"Do you think my body can't?"

"..." She doesn't mean this!

"I remember that there is a condom in your warehouse? That is 0.01 mm." Feng Jing stunned on her. "I will let you know that my body will not work."

Jiang Dian: "..."