Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet

  Chapter 91 The romance of the second master, is he disliked and ugly?

   Mu Xingwan instinctively grabbed the front of the man's suit with both hands, with a familiar atmosphere, she raised her head in surprise, "Ayao, you're back."

   "I decided to come back temporarily." Fu Tingyao looked back at the girl. Seeing that the hair on her forehead was a little messy, he stretched out his slender fingers and put them behind her ears. Seeing her eyes were wet and her brows were wrinkled, "Why are you crying?"

   "I didn't cry!" Mu Xingwan wiped the corners of her eyes subconsciously, but there were no tears, how did he see it?

  Fu Tingyao intensified his tone, "Late night!"

   "You've been so busy these days, you should be hungry, let's eat first!" Mu Xingwan held the man and walked towards the restaurant.

  Fu Tingyao went to the restaurant with doubts.

  Fu Tingyao came back suddenly without notice, so dinner was simple.

   He looked at the table with two dishes and one soup, one meat and one vegetarian, and raised his eyes to look at the girl, "You eat this when I'm not here?"

  Mu Xingwan stopped chewing and nodded: "Well, there are too many dishes, I can't finish them, it's a waste."

   Then, she smiled and said, "If you come back without giving notice in advance, you can ask the housekeeper to prepare more meals."

  Fu Tingyao's voice was a little heavy: "What about waste? I can't support you?"

  Mu Xingwan couldn't help laughing twice, clenched his chopsticks and reached into the plate, picked up a piece of venison and brought it to his lips, "You can taste it."

  Fu Tingyao lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the venison beside his lips, his thin lips were slightly opened, and he ate the venison into his mouth, full of color and aroma, "Delicious!"

   "I also think it's delicious, so it doesn't matter how much the food is, it has something to do with the person." Mu Xingwan said, took a piece and put it in her mouth and started eating.

  Fu Tingyao chewed for a while, and looked at the girl with deep eyes. She lowered her head and ate the venison that was put in her mouth. He felt the same way about this sentence.

   Eating with her is a different feeling!

  After eating, Fu Tingyao took Mu Xingwan to the back garden.

  There are many small night lights installed in the flower field. At first glance, they are all blue mother-in-law, like stars growing on the ground.

   In the dark night, countless stars are flickering in the air, and the beauty is like a fantasy.

   A closer look reveals that it is a firefly.

   She took the man's hand in surprise and asked, "When did you get so many mother-in-laws and fireflies? So beautiful!"

  The last time she managed to find two plants, the mother-in-law needs a lot of flowers together to show its beauty.

  A place with fireflies is called summer.

   "Let Ji Yan collect it." Fu Tingyao lowered his eyes, and the girl frowned, "Do you like it?"

  Mu Xingwan nodded happily, "Well, I like it very much."

   Fu Tingyao's thin lips curled slightly and smiled.

   went back to the villa and went up to the second floor. Fu Tingyao let go of her hand, and when she turned to go to the study, Mu Xingwan grabbed her hand, "Don't stay up late, your dark circles are all out."

  Fu Tingyao was stunned for a while, then nodded, "Okay."

   Mu Xingwan released his hand and went to work separately.

  Fu Tingyao walked into the study, and immediately went to look in the mirror. In front of the brightly lit mirror, the man's handsome and clear face had no flaws, but his complexion was too pale, with a morbid pallor.

   So the dark circles under the eyes are more obvious.

   "Wan Wan, are you disgusting yourself for being ugly?" The man's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.

When Fang Yuan came in, he saw the second master who was looking in the mirror. He was stunned for a moment, and then said respectfully, "Second master, the young master wants to see you."

   Don't love the glitz of the world, don't write about the chaos of the world, don't sigh the desolation of the world, don't provoke feelings and sorrows, just watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the warmth and warmth, and be as clean as the beginning.

   (end of this chapter)