Wealthy family pet: refusing to marry a black-bellied president

Chapter 297 French Kiss
It was two o'clock in the morning when they went to bed.

Feng Weiwei thought she couldn't fall asleep, but Han Muqing's hand patted her back lightly, and she fell asleep after a while.

This sleep may be because Han Muqing was by her side, so she slept very soundly.

So much so that when she woke up the next day, she grabbed her phone and looked at it. When she saw the 12 o'clock displayed on the screen, she was still in a daze for a long time.

She stared at the screen for a long time, then suddenly came back to her senses, and sat up from the bed: "It's twelve o'clock! It's twelve o'clock!"

sky!It's twelve o'clock, which means she missed the whole morning class!
She missed class!

What a good thing to be absent from class for the first time in history!

Feng Weiwei turned over directly from the bed. She didn't see Han Muqing in the room, and she didn't have time to find out where he was. She just took the clothes and began to change, and then quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. After briefly combing her hair twice, she opened the door. The door ran out.

It's just that as soon as he left the room, he saw Han Muqing coming out of the kitchen with food. When he saw her, he smiled at her: "Come and eat."

"I missed class! My phone didn't ring, did you turn it off for me!" Seeing Han Muqing, Feng Weiwei couldn't suppress the anger in her heart, and rushed directly to grab his collar and roar.

"I closed it." Han Muqing shrugged, "I slept too late yesterday, so I want you to sleep a little longer."

"But I can't miss my class!" Feng Weiwei was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"Just make it up tomorrow." Han Muqing said.

"The teacher won't make up for me." Feng Weiwei's eyes turned red. The teacher of today's class is very tough and never makes up for the students, so his class also has the highest attendance rate.

For so long, Feng Weiwei didn't dare to miss a class, but today she was fooled... She had the urge to cry.

Seeing her tears that were about to roll, Han Muqing finally realized that she was in a hurry.

He put the dishes in his hands on the dining table rather helplessly, and then supported her by the shoulders: "I used your mobile phone to send a text message to your friend and asked her to ask for sick leave for you. As for the courses, please let her do the same." The notes are then given to you."

Feng Weiwei was startled, looked up at him in astonishment, and tears rolled down her eyes: "Are you serious?"

Han Muqing nodded, then raised her hand to hold her face, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingers: "Of course it's true, the text message was sent in your name, so you don't have to have any other Worry."

Hearing this, the corner of Feng Weiwei's mouth finally raised a smile: "That's about the same. But, which friend of mine did you send the text message to? Besides, don't you speak German?"

If she suddenly sent an English text message to a friend, it would probably be even more suspicious.

"Is Suzanne your friend?" Han Muqing asked.

Because in her contacts, the profile picture of Suzanne's number was the two of them, so he guessed that they should be friends.

"Of course." Feng Weiwei nodded.

"That's right." Han Muqing smiled slightly, "As for German, you forgot that there is a software called Youdao Dictionary."

Feng Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "That's right, I forgot."

While she was talking, she called up the record of texting Suzanne.

The text messages Han Muqing sent were relatively concise, but people could understand what he was trying to express at a glance.

When the text message was sent, Suzanne also replied: "Ok, I've got the bag on me. But are you really okay? Do you want me to visit your house after class?"

Han Muqing replied: "No, I'm fine, I'll be fine if I rest at home for a day."

He replied in Feng Weiwei's usual tone, so Susannah didn't realize that the person on the other end of the phone was not Feng Weiwei herself.

Seeing this, Feng Weiwei couldn't help laughing out loud: "I feel guilty for such a well-behaved absenteeism."

Han Muqing pulled her to sit at the dining table: "Okay, don't think too much, let's eat first, you should be hungry too."

"Well, okay." Now that the matter has been settled, Feng Weiwei doesn't worry about anything.

She took the bag off her body and started to eat.

In the afternoon, Feng Weiwei put on her hat and went for a walk outside with Han Muqing.

As for why she wears a hat, of course it is because she has a guilty conscience.

How embarrassing it would be to be recognized.

The two of them didn't go out for a long time, and they went back after a while.

Han Muqing was sitting on the sofa reading a book, while Feng Weiwei was playing with her mobile phone with her head resting on his leg.

While playing around, Jesse suddenly sent a text message.

He probably heard from Suzanne that Feng Weiwei was sick, so he sent a text message to care about her health.

Feng Weiwei's heart warmed slightly, and when she was about to press the keyboard to reply, a hand suddenly stretched out from her eyes, and then pulled the phone out of her hand.

Feng Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, and before she could react, Han Muqing looked at her screen and asked, "What did he send you a text message for?"

Because the names of Feng Weiwei's contacts are all in Chinese, Han Muqing can also know who sent it.

I just can't understand what's written on it.

"Just simply care about me, what else can I do." Feng Weiwei snatched the phone back from him, then quickly typed a few words on the keyboard with her fingers, and sent it.

Han Muqing pursed her lips, as if she was a little unhappy.

Feng Weiwei couldn't help laughing, then sat up, leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips: "Don't be angry, we're really just friends. Besides, I'm busy with Susanna right now, I have to talk to Jie Western contacts."

Han Muqing squinted his eyes, didn't speak, and directly grabbed Feng Weiwei for a long French kiss.

Finally letting her go, Feng Weiwei's face turned red.

She was like a bouquet of bright red roses, Han Muqing's lower body tightened when he saw her, he simply got up and carried her into the room.

It was also rare for Feng Weiwei not to refuse, love affairs only happen in the depth of love.

So Feng Weiwei would not feel any resistance.

Feng Weiwei originally replied to Jesse that he doesn't have to worry, he is fine.

But Jesse came directly to Feng Weiwei's house after class.

When she heard the knock on the door, Feng Weiwei was sitting and playing in the living room, while Han Muqing was cooking in the kitchen.

Feng Weiwei got up suspiciously, still wondering who it was, opened the door and saw Jesse standing outside, holding a bunch of lilies in his hand.

"Weiwei, I'll give it to you. I wish you a speedy recovery." Jessie put the flower into Feng Weiwei's hand with a smile on her face.

Seeing him, Feng Weiwei's eyes widened in surprise: "Jessie, why are you here?"

"I heard Suzanne said you were sick, so I came to see you." Jessie said, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

"Well...I'm much better." After all, she was lying, so Feng Weiwei looked at Jesse with some embarrassment, "Thank you, Jesse."

"You're welcome." Jessie smiled slightly, "But, won't you invite me in?"

Feng Weiwei shook her head bitterly: "Sorry, it's not convenient..."

Hearing her say it was inconvenient, Jesse subconsciously thought of something.

His face suddenly became stiff: "Yes... is he there?"

Although it was a question, after asking, Jesse was almost certain.

It must be, only when Han Muqing came, Feng Weiwei would use illness as an excuse to ask for leave.

(End of this chapter)