Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 822 The idea of ​​playing
an hour later.

After putting on his suit, Feng Mocheng looked handsome again, not at all like he had been fighting on the bed for an hour.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would already be out of breath.

Lin Jing was lying on the bed, his back was covered with sweat and there were bruises.

She gritted her teeth, sat up with difficulty, and was filled with righteous indignation: "You bastard."

Feng Mocheng picked up Lin Jing's clothes, and lifted the quilt off her body, "Get up, I'll help you get dressed."

"Let go of me." Lin Jing shook off his hand with resentment on his face, "Are you okay?"

"Why are you embarrassed? I didn't lie to you, I said an hour is an hour."

One hour……

Lin Jing had nothing to say.

"Aren't you hungry? Get up, I'll take you to dinner."

Lin Jing was already hungry, Feng Mocheng hugged her weak body and put on clothes for her.

……

Outside.

"Mr. Luo, you are here." The servant saw the person outside, and quickly opened the door for him.

Lao Luo asked: "President Feng and Miss Lin are there?"

"Yes, I'll pass it on."

……

"President Feng, Mr. Luo is here."

Lin Jing: "Old Luo?"

"Let him in, I just want to ask him for a fortune-telling." When Feng Mocheng said this, he glanced at Lin Jing, and then said: "Foretelling, my latest love luck."

Lin Jing blushed a little, but her face was still a little annoyed. She said angrily, "Mr. Feng, it's not easy for you to have a romantic relationship? Hook your fingers, countless women are willing to be your romantic partner."

"No matter how many peach blossoms there are, you will only pick one, and you can't eat too many, don't you think so?" He looked at her vaguely, as if there was something in his words.

Lao Luo came in smoothly, just in time for lunch.

"Wow, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence. I can smell the aroma of rice."

Lao Luo sat down cheekily.

Feng Mocheng hasn't asked him to sit down yet.

"Old Luo, what are you doing here?" Lin Jing asked.

Lao Luo said, "I'll come and see Mr. Feng, he's my boss."

Feng Mocheng said: "I have never hired you to be my tarot card reader. You are self-appointed, and I have never paid you a salary."

Lao Luo said: "If I can get in touch with Mr. Feng, what salary do I need? If I go out and say this, I will naturally have a lot of money, so it doesn't matter if you pay me or not."

Feng Mocheng nodded: "So that's what you came up with."

Lao Luo said again: "And my sister, although you didn't hire me as a tarot card reader, but you hired my sister as a lawyer in your legal department. You are my sister's boss. Let's see if you're not normal."

Lao Luo can speak eloquently, no matter what he says, he has reason.

"Master, the dishes are ready, is it ready to serve now?" The servant came over and asked.

Feng Mocheng nodded, "Okay, let's serve."

The servants began to get busy.

Feng Mocheng sat very close to Lin Jing, to be precise, Feng Mocheng sat next to her.

Every time Lin Jing retreated to the side, Feng Mocheng got closer.

"Hey, that's enough for you, don't come close to me anymore, how can you eat like this?"

"Otherwise, if you sit on my lap and I hug you to eat, it should be okay." Feng Mocheng's tone was very frivolous, clearly teasing her.

Lin Jing frowned, blushing a little, "You are so boring, there are still people here, do you want face?"

(End of this chapter)