The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 339 President, you are a dog! (22)
Fengcheng is a guest, and Cen Mu can't call him back.

Probably because he thought it was interesting to see Cen Mu become angry from embarrassment, Fengcheng would tease Cen Mu every time he came to Cen's house.

Cen Mu still couldn't figure out why the adoptive parents thought it was a good relationship between Fengcheng and him, and it was clearly just to tease him for fun!
In the end, when the Cen family fell and asked Cen Mu to ask for the closure of the city, Cen Mu felt that it was impossible.

But when he met those playful eyes, Cen Mu suddenly understood that it was not impossible.

Sure enough, with trembling hands, he took the earring, leaving behind the dignity of more than ten years.

Almost venting all the accumulated grievances, it also made Feng Cheng's gently stroking hand stop.

"Any more?"

"Of course there is." Cen Mu murmured, his eyes slightly squinted to see the red pupils, "Some people appear to be unattainable on the surface, but in fact, why have they never done anything like fighting, drinking and smoking? Labor and management hate other people smoking the most."

Yes, Fengcheng knew, so he never touched it again.During the seven years abroad, he sometimes couldn't sleep because he thought so much, he took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and finally threw it away.

He can quit whatever he doesn't like.

The dull voice echoed in Cen Mu's ears, hoarse and magnetic, "He quit, and he changed everything you didn't like. He obviously cares about you."

Cen Mu softened his tone, "I care about the hammer. He is obviously used to bullying me and treats me like a servant."

"Why do you think so?"

"Isn't it? I followed him for four years, and everything I did was the same as that of a noble housekeeper?"

Feng Cheng suddenly chuckled, "You don't have the brains of a housekeeper."

Cen Mu stopped talking, and Fengcheng didn't say anything, probably because he didn't expect that the impression he had in Cen Mu's heart would be like this for so many years.

After a long silence, Cen Mu rubbed his sore forehead.Finally, he sighed and whispered: "But he is the best person in the world to me."

Feng Cheng froze, looked at him silently for a long time, and then uttered a word, "Stupid."

"I'm not stupid." Cen Mu's arms were itchy unbearably, he couldn't help it, and when he said all the words just now, he had already forgotten that what was in front of him was a closed city.

He reached into his clothes, scratched the fair skin of his arms, and kept saying, "I know who treats me well, but the way Fengcheng treats me is like treating a pet! Touch you when you are happy, no I'll leave you when I'm happy, I've paid off my debt, can't I go?"

"..." Feng Cheng's gaze fell on his hand, and he suddenly noticed something was wrong.He reached out to hold Cen Mu's fluttering hand, and the yellowish light allowed Feng Cheng to see the rash on his neck clearly.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Feng Cheng became nervous, his tone flustered, "Cen Mu!"

Cen Mu snorted, his hands were shackled, and his body was very uncomfortable. Then his eyes narrowed, and there was thick water vapor, "Let go of me..."

"Didn't you drink before? Why..." Feng Cheng didn't dare to wait any longer, seeing him calm down a little, he hurriedly drove to the hospital.

Allergic to alcohol?
Why he never said it? !
And he drank alcohol before, that time... Fengcheng remembered that he took him out to sing once during college, during which he drank a sip of wine, and finally became drunk and passed out.

Still alive and well the next day, Fengcheng frowned, ran through several red lights, and took Cen Mu to the hospital.

　[Thanks to Naibei, Ayu, Junzijiu, Yaojiu for their rewards, Boboji. 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)