My sweet wife won again

Chapter 397 This Is Feng Lingling

The sense of failure that the assistant did too badly disappeared completely due to the impact of the bungee jumping.

The November sun shone warmly on my body.

The wind blows slowly, lifting Feng Lingling's hair, very comfortable.

At that moment, Murong Chenghan felt that the picture he saw was extremely beautiful and moving.

After leaving the Macau Tower, he dragged her around the surrounding alleys, like countless ordinary couples.

Take a double-decker bus and eat snacks and desserts along the way.

They went to eat the most famous Portuguese tart in Macau, Andrew's Egg Tart. Feng Lingling ate several in a row and never got tired of it.

It is smooth and soft, sweet but not greasy. After entering the mouth, the aroma of eggs, milk, and sugar are all mixed together, and the aftertaste is endless.

Poplar nectar, wood chaff patch...

Feng Lingling ate all kinds of desserts.

She was eating with gusto, when she raised her head, she found that Murong Chenghan ate very little, and only took a bite.

"Don't you have a sweet tooth?" she asked involuntarily.

Murong Chenghan responded casually: "It's normal."

"But the shops you just picked on the travel guide are all famous for their sweets."

Just after Feng Lingling finished speaking, he laughed and said, "Because I think you like to eat."

He looked at her with gentle eyes like water, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and gently wiped the corner of her lips with a tissue.

"It's all over your mouth," he said helplessly, "and no one will grab it from you."

The eyes are soft and soft, the man's expression is too charming now, Feng Lingling's heartbeat speeds up, almost sinking into it.

When she regained her senses, she hurriedly wiped her mouth, her face became hot, "I'll just wipe it myself."

Since when?

Being taken care of by him like this, I became more and more dependent and accustomed to it.

In the evening, the two returned to the hotel.

In the early morning of the next day, Murong Chenghan opened his eyes, and when he got up, he found that Feng Lingling was not around him.

Walking to the living room of the presidential suite, there are arranged materials and documents on the table.

Details are clearly written on the memo.

Some special itinerary arrangements and precautions are specially marked with notes of different colors, sorted and pasted.

Murong Chenghan flipped through it for a while, "Did Lingling do all these alone? When did you do it?"

After you fall asleep?

Just as he was thinking of this, he noticed movement in the dining room.

Feng Lingling is arranging the breakfast plates.

A bouquet of flowers was specially arranged.

"It seems that the mood will also improve?" The girl whispered to herself, "One of the assistant's jobs is to make the president feel happy to start a new day."

As soon as the words fell, a chuckle came from not far away.

The moment Feng Lingling turned her head and met Murong Chenghan's eyes, her face blushed, "Are you awake?"

"How long have you been working alone? What did you do secretly while I was asleep?"

"After sorting out the information, I also prepared breakfast for you, so you won't be in a hurry like yesterday and didn't even eat breakfast."

Speaking of what happened yesterday, the girl's tone was less guilty and self-blaming, and more calm after learning her lesson.

She said: "I said that I will take good care of you. As your assistant these days, please leave all the chores in your daily life to me?"

Murong Chenghan was moved by her sincerity.

He is obviously under 20 years old, and still looks like a child who has not grown up, but he has extraordinary single-mindedness and patience. No matter what he does, he is never ambiguous and perfunctory, but goes all out.

This is Feng Lingling...

(End of this chapter)