MTL - Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband-v3 Chapter 2713 Her husband, she came to spoil her

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The culture of gambling on rocks attracts a group of people who flock to it, and if you go down with a knife, some people are happy and some are worried! Some people become rich in a day, and some become beggars in an instant.

Yi Feng was full of curiosity about this mysterious place. Before getting off the plane, he took Yi Long to discuss the most famous Shimingju market in Nanling State.

Before leaving for Nanling Country, Yi Yunrui bought a villa worth more than 200 million here for the brothers and sisters to settle down.

Since Cheng Dongshu is proficient in the Nanling national language, he was arranged by Yi Yunrui from Tianqi a few years ago. He is reticent, but he is very capable of doing things.

Knowing that the young master and the young lady will be here this afternoon, he had been waiting at the airport early in the morning. Yi Long and Yi Feng took Yijia’s private jet. After getting off the plane, they came out of the special airway and saw Cheng Dongshu, who was waiting respectfully.

"Master, miss."

Cheng Dongshu leaned over forty-five degrees and introduced himself: "I am a housekeeper sent by Mr. Yi. My name is Cheng Dongshu. I will take care of you during my days in Nanling Country."

"Hello, Uncle Cheng." Yi Feng greeted the middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses sweetly. Yi Long nodded his head and looked up and down the uncle Cheng.

The people sent by Daddy, they are naturally 10,000 at ease.

Sitting in the extended Lincoln car, Yi Feng lay down on the chair comfortably and took a sip of the coffee that Uncle Cheng handed over. His face was full of surprises. This coffee...

"This is a niche coffee bean produced by Nanling State." Seeing that Miss Cheng Dongshu did not hate this coffee with her expression, she added in due course.

"It's very special, with a mellow and rich taste, and a slight caramel flavor. I will drink this in the future!"

Cheng Dongshu nodded.

Seeing that Yi Long didn't seem to be flattering, he could win Yi Feng's favor as soon as he came up. It seemed that he had done a lot of work beforehand. This time, he would definitely have no worries for the trip to Nanling Country.

...

Lan Qing'er looked at Feng Yumo's graceful and earthly atmosphere in front, and couldn't help sighing, a child who doesn't care for his parents is like a grass. Neto had a rough life, but is still being watched by a vicious stepmother. With Feng Yumo's current ability, she can't beat the high queen. If you want to survive in adversity, Feng Yumo must work step by step.

But Feng Yumo is her husband! Well, no one hurts, she just hurts!

The maternal love in my heart expanded instantly, and Lan Qinger said, "If you don't worry, then watch it here, but don't bother me and the crown prince. The crown prince has many eyeliners around, so be smart."

Xiaoyu has been a maid for many years, and her mind is very clever. After hearing what Lan Qing'er said, she nodded: "Don't worry, Miss, Xiaoyu understands, Xiaoyu knows how to do it."

Lan Qing'er nodded, and saw the white-flowered buns steaming at the stall beside him, so she walked over to buy a few, and then bought two bowls of steaming meat porridge. After packing, she walked to Feng Yumo. .

"Come on, lunch."

Feng Yumo was stunned, "Wife, this..."

"What's this, lunch? Although there is no big fish and meat, let's eat it." She said, pushing the steamed buns and meat porridge elsewhere.

Feng Yumo took out the shriveled purse, untied the rope, poured a few pennies out, looked at the meat porridge and the steamed buns, forgot it, and whispered, "My wife, my husband doesn't have enough money."

As soon as these words came out, Lan Qing'er couldn't wait to pat him on the head with one hand: "I am a husband and wife, do you still have to be so clear?"

Lan Qing'er's fierce words shocked Feng Yu

On the spot, it took a long time before he said: "Wife, what did you just say?"

Lan Qing'er gave him a white look; "You call me my wife, then what am I you?"

Feng Yumo blinked, then lowered his head and smiled slightly, put the copper plate back into the purse, tightened the leather cord, and placed it in front of her: "My wife, this is the money my husband made today, although there is very little...hope Don't dislike your wife."

Feng Yumo's eyes were clear and bottomless, and Lan Qing'er's heart warmed as she listened to her voice like an immortal. Is this money handing in, is his wife holding money?

"Okay, I'll accept it." Before Feng Yu finished her words, Lan Qinger poured out the copper coins from her purse and took it back from her body: "It's better to eat hot meals than cold ones. Eat quickly. Neto "

Feng Yumo smiled and nodded, eating steamed buns and meat porridge with a happy face.

Seeing him slowly chewing and tasting with a smile on his face, like eating a delicacy, Lan Qing'er squinted her eyes, secretly thinking that the handsome guy is so easy to be satisfied. It's so coaxing.

After the two had lunch, Lan Qing'er sat beside him. At this moment, I saw Qin Lan holding a basket and walking over. The basket was filled with Feng Yumo's lunch.

When Qin Lan approached, Lan Qing'er saw that the basket contained only a bowl of white porridge and a small dish of vegetables. The white porridge was still more water than rice. It couldn't be simpler.

Lan Qing'er felt nervous.

With the folding fan closed, Lan Qing'er stood up and blocked Qin Lan with the fan: "Girl, the crown prince has already used lunch, please take it back."

Qin Lan looked alert, looked at her carefully, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Lan Qing'er smiled slightly and approached Qin Lan and said, "I am a very important person in your house."

Qin Lan's face sank, her hand moved, and a cold knife was placed on Lan Qing'er's neck: "Say, who are you, why are you approaching my master?"

"Qin Lan!" An urgent shout came from around, Feng Yumo hurriedly stepped forward and took the knife in Qin Lan's hand: "Don't be rude, she is Qing'er!"

"Qing'er...?" If Qin Lan is thinking, after thinking for a while, she looks at Lan Qing'er as if suddenly remembering something, her eyes are full of incredible colors: "Are you... the concubine?"

Lan Qing'er smiled faintly, and when the folding fan opened, she shook it coolly.

Qin Lan's expression changed, and she leaned quickly: "The subordinates are rude, I hope the crown prince and concubine will forgive me."

"It's okay, anyone who doesn't know is not guilty." Dare to believe that this imperial concubine has never been to the imperial prince's mansion, otherwise a shrewd master like Qin Lan would not recognize it.

"Qin Lan, take the lunch back, let it go, and heat it up at night until I come back to eat it."

"Yes, the crown prince." Qin Lan replied and looked at Lan Qing'er: "Niang, then Qin Lan will go back first."

Lan Qing'er nodded, Qin Lanchao and the two leaned back and turned to leave.

Seeing Qin Lan's leaving figure, and seeing the white porridge in the basket with more water than rice, Lan Qing'er felt nervous again.

How to eat such a simple food can only basically maintain the body's daily basic energy activities.

"Wife, Qin Lan was impolite just now, and her husband made no to his wife, and hoped that his wife would not mind." Seeing Lan Qing'er looking at Qin Lan's back, Feng Yumo thought she was still caressing and apologized again.

Lan Qing'er smiled slightly and turned to face him: "His Royal Highness, is Qing'er such a person?"

Feng Yumo was stunned, and then smiled embarrassedly: "His wife is kind, of course not that kind of person."

Kind hearted? How did she hear that there was a sourness in this sentence.

"Wife, it's getting late, you've been out for a day, go back to the house soon." Feng Yumo put the table and chairs away and put on the book basket.

The noon bowl of white porridge flashed through his mind again, and Lan Qing'er closed the folding fan and asked, "Do you really only eat that bowl of white porridge for dinner?"

Feng Yumo shuddered slightly, embarrassedly pulled the bamboo rope on his shoulders, and reluctantly squeezed a little smile: "Father warned Yu not to waste it since he was a child. Although it is simple, it is still food. It can fill the stomach. Up."

Lan Qing'er was about to reply when she saw that Xiaoyu had walked towards her and bowed to Feng Yumo. Xiaoyu said, "Miss, it's getting late, it's time to go back to the house for dinner."

"Yeah, my wife, go back soon. I haven't eaten much in a day. You are delicate and you will not be able to stand it." Feng Yumo urged.

Is she delicate? Isn't the crown prince of a country not delicate?

Seeing Xiaoyu's anxious eyes, Lan Qing'er rolled her eyes and said: "Then I will go back first, the crown prince, we will see you tomorrow."

A look of surprise flashed across her clear eyes: "Is Qing'er coming tomorrow?"

Lan Qing'er smiled slightly: "Of course." After that, she turned around and left.

"His Royal Highness, the subordinates have retired first." Xiaoyu leaned towards Feng Yumo and hurriedly followed.

Feng Yumo stood there quietly, looking at Lan Qing'er's back for a long time, until Yi Ren disappeared on the other side of the road, and her clear eyes became abnormally deep: "Qing'er, you really... Is it Qing'er?"

Blue House.

The dinner was very rich, as if trying to make up for the noon, Lan Qing'er counted, there were more than 20 dishes.

Oh my God, what you dare to eat in the palace is basically the same.

There are a lot of dishes, but she doesn't eat much. The dishes are delicious and delicious, but she eats them with the same taste.

Feng Yumo's dinner today is just a bowl of white porridge with more water than rice.

She and him are husband and wife. He is in poverty over there, but she is a big fish and meat here. What kind of husband and wife is this.

Noticing Lan Qing'er's fault, Xiaoyu asked, "Miss, why is the dish unappetizing?"

Since knowing that Lan Qing'er is well, no one in Lan Mansion has dared to bully her anymore, and the cooks waited every day to make good food.

Lan Qing'er put down his chopsticks and sighed: "What the crown prince ate is barely enough to fill his stomach. It is a waste of us to eat so well."

"Miss, are you the crown prince heartbroken?"

The words hit the red heart, Lan Qinger's heart jumped, and quickly turned her face away: "There is nothing, nothing."

Xiaoyu smiled: "Xiaoyu has been with Miss for so many years, don't you know what Miss is thinking?"

Lan Qing'er glanced at the dishes on the table, had a clever idea, and thought about it!

A bright moon hung up in the sky, and the room was scented with a faint fragrance of flowers. Lan Qing'er was holding a book and looking at it pretentiously, very boring.

Looking at the sky, he secretly thought that time was almost up, put down the book, and hooked his finger at Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu came over: "What's the matter with Miss?"

"Of course something is going on, lower your head a bit, I have a secret to tell you." Lan Qing'er has a sly in the corner of his mouth.

Xiaoyu blinked, approached Lan Qing'er suspiciously, and lowered her head: "What's the secret of Miss..." Before she finished speaking, she felt a tingling on her temples, and then she became groggy. Yes, it was dark in front of me, and fell to the ground softly.

Lan Qing'er smiled slightly: "It's nothing, just let you sleep for a while."