President Daddy Excessive Love

Ling Mofeng finished preparing di

er after seven o'clock. He washed his hands and put two bowls of rice on the table. Then, he turned around and walked towards the living room.

Lan Yanxi was watching a comical program. She was very focused and didn't notice the man walking over until his hot palm touched her shoulder. She shuddered and turned around to see his pair of dark eyes.

"It's time to eat. What are you looking at?" Ling Mofeng was a little jealous. He felt that this woman's gaze was divided into many things, rather than focusing solely on him.

Lan Yanxi quickly hid her phone behind her back, squinted her eyes and smiled. "It's nothing."

"Hand it over." Liu Dazhi stretched out his palm and commanded.

Lan Yanxi didn't dare to commit a crime under his dignity, so she reluctantly handed over her phone.

Ling Mofeng saw that this was a star comedy show. Amongst them, there seemed to be a member of the band that Lan Yanxi really liked. His eyes instantly narrowed dangerously.

Lan Yanxi stole a glance at the man's expression with a slightly guilty face. After that, she forced a smile and explained, "I thought their competition events were a little fun."

Ling Mofeng bit his lips. While he was busy preparing di

er for her in the kitchen, she was lying on the sofa, enjoying the time with other men.

"Eat, eat. Let's see how I will deal with you if you don't finish a bowl of rice." Ling Mofeng directly confiscated her phone.

"A bowl?" Lan Yanxi stood up with a guilty look and followed him to the table. When she saw the bowl of rice, she knew it was a big bowl.

"Give the phone back to me." Lan Yanxi immediately took out her ability to act coquettishly and took the initiative to lean on the man.

"No." The man had a stern expression on his face. He didn't want to be bullied. Even though he had already pampered her to the point of being lawless, he still had to occasionally a

ounce his position as the head of the family.

"Alright, I'll eat." If Lan Yanxi found something she couldn't handle even when she was acting like a spoiled child, then she would basically have to listen to him.

"Wow, these dishes, they're all sour?" Lan Yanxi glanced at the dishes on the table. Sour potatoes, sweet and sour on the spine, sour on the meat, sour on the beans. Even the soup was tomato and egg noodles. It had a sour taste.

"Eat." The man's voice was clearly gentler when he saw the light in her eyes.

Lan Yanxi suddenly felt as if she had let him down. She immediately walked over and hugged him tightly from behind. "I'm sorry!"

Ling Mofeng's tensed expression loosened up and he sighed. He reached out and pulled her two hands away, "Alright, I'm not angry. You're bored at home, so it's only right for you to relax after watching variety shows."

"Don't worry. In my heart, there will never be another man other than you. You must not doubt me. I just like to listen to their songs very much, because their songs have content." Lan Yanxi was still explaining.

"I know." Ling Mofeng turned around and looked at her: "I've also heard their songs, they were indeed pretty good."

"You've heard of it?" Lan Yanxi had a face full of astonishment.

"Because it's a song that you like to listen to. When I'm free, I'll listen to it and see what kind of magic it has." Ling Mofeng's face blushed. Apparently, it took a lot of courage for him to say those words because no one wanted to be humble in front of the person they loved.

Lan Yanxi's eyes flickered with tears. She was truly touched. She felt that Ling Mofeng was a perfect man. His love was also almost perfect.

"Eat, the food is getting cold." Ling Mofeng saw that she didn't say anything, but her eyes were red. He suddenly felt that the atmosphere was too emotional, so he quickly pushed her gently to sit on the seat.

Lan Yanxi took the chopsticks and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork. The taste was so good that it made her suddenly have an appetite.

In the serene mountain village, the sky had already darkened. In the distance, there were continuous peaks. It had rained for a week already, and the temperature had suddenly dropped by a lot.

Ling Nua

uan took out her thickest, thin down jacket and put it on, but she still felt a little cold. When she accompanied the children in the afternoon to sing, she already felt a little dizzy.

There was a rice field outside the door. Frogs were croaking non-stop in the field. Ling Nua

uan shivered. She didn't know why, but she had put on her light down jacket. How could she still feel cold?

It's fine if it's cold, but what's wrong with your back and forehead? Could it be because of the one that she came here for, that her physical fitness had deteriorated?

Ling Nua

uan couldn't help but lay on the bed, curled up into a ball.

In the middle of the night, Ling Nua

uan felt a dry pain in her throat and felt even more dizzy.

She turned her body over and felt her whole body aching. She reached out and touched her forehead.

The temperature was scorching and she was startled. It's over. She really had a cold and was also feeling hot.

She reached for her phone and took a look. It was already 3 in the morning. The time to get hot was really a bit tragic. What should she do?

Ling Nua

uan lowered her head. She had to get up and find some medicine to eat.

Ling Nua

uan remembered that her mother seemed to have stuffed a bag of medicine in the box. She wanted to look for it.

Ling Nua

uan took out her cell phone, turned on the flashlight and opened the medicine bag. There was no antipyretic or cold medicine inside, just some Band-Aid, disinfectant, and tablets.

Only then did she recall that Lin Bo had a few female classmates who had caught colds in succession a while ago, and she had given them all the medicine.

Ling Nua

uan sighed heavily. Could it be that she wanted to call Mu Weicheng at this late hour?

After some hesitation, Ling Nua

uan still found his phone number and closed her eyes. She could only ask for help now, since it was already too late for Old Cheng's family to disturb their rest.

Ling Nua

uan had just dialed the number when she was picked up by the man two seconds later.

"Warm, what's wrong?" The man's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and he asked her in a low and concerned tone.

Ling Nua

uan breathed heavily and said in a low voice, "Mu Weicheng, I seem to have a cold and am getting hot. Can you send me some anti-fever medicine? Will your infirmary open at night?"

"Have you caught a cold? "Wait for me, I'll be right there." After Mu Weicheng finished speaking, he immediately hung up.

Ling Nua

uan stared blankly at her phone. She was suddenly moved. She sat on the bed with her legs bent. At this moment, when she was at her weakest, someone was willing to rush over for her. It was truly a blissful event.

It had been almost an hour, and when Ling Nua

uan heard the barking of a dog, her nerves immediately tensed up.

Soon after, she heard the dog's whimpering outside the door. Ling Nua

uan immediately thought of Mu Weicheng's dog, Blackie. Every time he came over, the two dogs in Xiao Yu's family would make such a fearful sound.

"Warm, open the door. It's me." Sure enough, Mu Weicheng's deep voice came from outside the door.

Ling Nua

uan quickly opened the door. Mu Weicheng walked in, but before he could steady himself, he felt a soft body in his embrace. Her arms were around his neck, and her face was buried deep in his embrace.

"Thank you for coming. I feel like I'm going to die soon." Ling Nua

uan's throat was inflamed. It was so painful that even her voice was hoarse. She didn't expect a cold to be so fierce. She thought that with her body's constitution, she would be able to get through it.

"Don't talk nonsense, I only caught a cold. I'll take you back now and let the doctor see you." Mu Weicheng was shocked. His handsome face was tense as he didn't want to hear such unlucky words from her.

Ling Nua

uan answered with a groggy "En" and felt her body being lifted up into the air. Mu Weicheng actually held her up horizontally.

"Close the door." The man carried her out, then reminded her.

Ling Nua

uan closed the door tightly, her small hands tightly wrapped around his neck, allowing him to carry her towards the car.

She was still burning up, which made her a little dazed, but she wasn't afraid at all. Even in this strange distance, she was no longer afraid. Mu Weicheng had become her safest support.

The man looked at the woman in his arms and felt very quiet. His breathing was a bit quick, and his footsteps also quickened.

If it was any other time, this little woman wouldn't have stopped talking for a moment. Now that she was so quiet, he was not used to it. This only showed that she was seriously ill.