Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

He did not expect that an impulse would have caused Su Shi so much influence that he would become a tool used by grandpa.

Ming Zhongsheng didn't answer directly, Leng Hu said, "She's only eighteen years old."

After that he was ready to lift his feet and move on.

Suddenly a ‘咚’ sound came from the door, like the sound of a porcelain cup or bowl falling to the ground.

"Who is it?" Ming Zhongsheng asked vigilantly, then he strode over and reached out to open the door.

"Grandpa, it's me." Tang Feiling was squatting on the ground, holding a tray in one hand, and picking up a bowl on the ground into a plate with one hand.

She looked up at Ming Zhongsheng, and said with a smile, "Aunt Ming heard that An Sheng was back. She was afraid she didn't eat anything. I cooked some noodles for me to bring them up. I was beaten by awkwardness."

Ming Zhongsheng heard the words, and immediately flew up with Yan Yue, "It doesn't matter."

As he looked down on the ground, the noodles spilled, and he said, "Let the men clean it."

"It's okay, I'll just take it." Tang Feiling was squatting on the ground, grabbed the noodles with her hands, and put them on a plate.

That agile movement is very capable in Ming Zhongsheng's eyes.

He said, "I'm about to be a family, what's my aunt."

"Ah ...?" Tang Feiling looked up and looked at Ming Zhongsheng in wonder.

But the flash of excitement in her eyes betrayed her.

Ming Zhongsheng smiled and said, "Pretend to be stupid with Grandpa, don't you understand? Is it happy to spend it?"

"Grandpa don't make fun of others." Tang Feiling down her head shamefully, she stood up and said shamefully, "Call ahead, An Sheng will be unhappy."

Then she looked timidly into the study.

Seeing Ming Ansheng, who was sitting at her desk and lowering her head seriously, could not hide the admiration in her eyes.

Then, when she thought of something, there was a shadow of coldness under her eyes.

Ming Zhongsheng suddenly reached out and closed the door.

Tang Feiling suddenly looked up and looked at Ming Zhongsheng puzzled.

Ming Zhongsheng smiled and said, "An Sheng is at work, so don't go in and disturb him. I already told him just now. You two will go to pick the wedding dress together tomorrow morning."

He threatened the boy with that girl just now, and now the boy is on the fire. If Tang Feiling enters this time, she will definitely step on the thunder point.

Before the wedding, don't take any extra steps.

"really?"

Listening to the instructions An Sheng agreed to pick a wedding dress, Tang Feiling almost slap with joy.

She looked up and looked at Ming Zhongsheng with excitement.

Ming Zhongsheng laughed. "Look at you, but he is busy right now. I don't have time to take wedding photos properly. You can take a few photos tomorrow and use them at your wedding. You can make up when he is not busy.

"Uh-huh." Tang Feiling nodded again and again. "I see."

Ming Zhongsheng smiled and didn't speak again.

...

"Dad, why don't you sleep?"

Ming mother came out of the kitchen holding a bowl and saw Ming Zhongsheng and Tang Feiling sitting on the sofa watching TV, she asked a question with concern.

Ming Zhongsheng said, "Talk to Fei Ling for a while."

His gaze moved to the bowl in the hands of Mingmu, "Are you sending it to An Sheng?"

Mingmu nodded, "Well," "I don't know if he has dinner, I cooked some porridge and brought it to him."

After hearing that, Tang Feiling suddenly got up, "Auntie, let me take it."

She smiled and walked towards Ming mother.