C37 Mu qinghuan marry me

What Feng Cheng meant was, what did Mu Qinghuan's misfortune have to do with him?

It wasn't him who set the house on fire!

Yan Naier cut the news into the entertainment news section, "What news is it, can you show it to me?"

"It's right on the citizen's board, let me point it out for you ?" Just as Ming Chengyu was about to take back his phone, he found that Feng Cheng had taken it out first.

"The phone is mine." Ming Chengyu blinked his eyes and became speechless.

Feng Cheng held onto his phone tightly, the bone joints in his hand cracking, his tone was like floating ice on the surface of the water, sinister and cold, "Is there a woman that doesn't want to marry me?"

Everyone was shocked by this question.

"Nell?" Ming Chengyu lifted his chin, and laughed playfully: "Your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles all hate women from the acting world! Of course Nell wouldn't marry you. "

Ming Chengyu only wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

Yan Naier was startled. "Young Master Ming Cheng, don't joke with me at this kind of time."

Di Erye heard the hidden meaning in Feng Cheng's words and asked curiously, "What woman?"

Feng Cheng put down his wine cup, his eyes deep and serene. "A woman with nothing at all."

Ming Chengyu laughed out loud, and said dubiously: "Fourth Brother, you're using your brain like a worm, do you want a woman now?"

"I think he's hormonal." Di Erye wiped the tip of his nose and looked at Yan Naier.

Yan Naier lowered her eyelids and laughed, then walked to Feng Cheng's side, "Fourth Brother, how about I send you back? "I'll make you some wine soup when we get back."

Feng Cheng remained calm and collected as he waved his hands, "No need."

"You guys play." With long and slender legs, Feng Cheng left without a shred of nostalgia.

"What has Fourth Brother been busy with recently ?" Yan Naier turned and looked at Ming Chengyu.

Ming Chengyu innocently shrugged his shoulders, his words slippery as he said, "Maybe, Fourth Brother met with some trouble?"

Mo Tian LK.

Entertainment Editorial Department.

"Please! Help Comrade Mu Qinghuan out of this difficult situation! Donate as much as you can! "Sob, sob, sob ?" With a red ribbon tied to his forehead, Sun Ziyang hugged his donation box and said righteously, "Everyone eats supper and it's not just 100 yuan, why can't you promote humanity? Help a colleague in trouble? Everyone has seen the news, right? He definitely knew! The place Qinghuan stayed at had been completely burned down! Wu wu wu ? It's really pitiful! "

Sun Ziyang's voice was filled with tears, a few of them could not stand watching him talk like this, so they donated their money.

The first group of people had donated the money, and the rest of them had basically donated 100 yuan.

Mu Qinghuan prodded Sun Ziyang and asked speechlessly, "I don't have much losses, just a few sets of clothes and blankets. Are you done yet?" If it were not for the fact that they had a deep friendship, Mu Qinghuan would have already killed Sun Ziyang and would have cried for everyone's help.

"You can wear these clothes on your body right now, and the money in your hands has to pay rent. Aren't I helping you now?" Sun Ziyang took the lead and donated five hundred gold coins, while the rest of the colleagues scrambled to donate.

Suddenly, the editor walked over!

Mu Qinghuan snatched away the donation box in Sun Ziyang's hands and shakily covered her face, begging pitifully, "Editor, we're not causing any trouble ? How about you return the money to everyone! "

After the editor stopped walking, he took out a hundred pieces from his pocket and unwillingly touched them before throwing them into the box. Then, he grabbed onto the bright and beautiful bald spot and said sincerely, "Comrade Qinghuan, you must get out of the haze as soon as possible! We will be relying on you to follow up Yan Naier's news, we, the entertainment page, will all depend on you! "

It was not the first or second time that Mu Qinghuan had exposed her abilities, but the Fourth Brother did not ban her ?

This girl had some skills!

"Editor, don't worry!" I will definitely follow Yan Naier's news! " Mu Qinghuan excitedly sniffed the tip of her nose, hugged her donation box and walked to the side, wanting to find a place with no one to be moved and cry. She did not expect her colleagues to be so sympathetic towards her.

Unknowingly, a tall figure walked over.

Mu Qinghuan did not notice this.

"Handsome!" How about some money? " Sun Ziyang recognized Feng Cheng at first glance.

Mu Qinghuan looked up in confusion.

It's him, Feng Cheng!

Mu Qinghuan's eyes widened as she slowly closed her legs and stood up bit by bit.

Feng Cheng looked at Mu Qinghuan coldly, and did not exhale.

Mu Qinghuan looked at Feng Cheng weirdly and did not say a word.

"Handsome, how much are you planning to donate?" Sun Ziyang looked at Feng Cheng with a flattering look.

Mu Qinghuan's heart was beating fast...

The other day, he said, "Don't ever meet again ?"

At that time, he had been very decisive. How could he possibly donate money to her?

"Humph!" Mu Qinghuan tightly held onto the donation box, not wanting his pity.

"I heard that your house was burnt ?" Feng Cheng lifted his chin and looked at her playfully.

That's right, it was completely burnt out and it was even reported on the news!

Nodding her head heavily, Mu Qinghuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Just now, he seemed to have smiled at her ?

That smile, no matter how you looked at it, it felt awkward.

What do you mean? Was he laughing at her?

Mu Qinghuan clenched her teeth, heavily coughed, and then asked Sun Ziyang, "I, am I that pitiful? You want them to donate to me? I, I've been, is it that bad? "

"Hm!" Hm! "Hm!" Sun Ziyang nodded his head like a clown, and said smoothly: "Your mother doesn't care about you, your stepfather doesn't care about you, your deposit book is on the day of death, you are extremely greedy, for that interest, you would rather die than use money recklessly!"

"Oh right!" This month's salary could only be paid in fifteen days. You don't have more than a hundred spare parts on you, and you only have this set of clothes on you. You haven't even changed ? There's no place to live... "Ai, how pitiful ?" Sun Ziyang looked up and down at Mu Qinghuan. Other than being a little pretty, he was no different from a beggar. He couldn't help but sigh, "Qinghuan, you have to hold on! Please don't give up on yourself! "

"The clothes were on fire." She wasn't pitiful enough. There was only one piece of clothing she could wear, right?

"It should have been burnt a long time ago. You've already worn those clothes for eight hundred years, look at that Young Miss Mu, you don't look the same every day ?"

Saying that, Sun Ziyang shamelessly pushed Mu Qinghuan towards Feng Cheng, "Handsome brother, why don't you take her back home?"

"Pui!" "Shut up!" Mu Qinghuan quickly covered Sun Ziyang's face, preventing him from speaking any further.

"Let go!" Sun Ziyang flicked Mu Qinghuan's arm, "Ignorant girl, what I am doing, is all for your own good!"

Sun Ziyang, you old cunning fox, you actually want to sell me off! Mu Qinghuan lifted her beautiful chin.

Then, he pulled down his eyelids, grimaced at Feng Cheng, and said loudly, "I don't need you to pity me!"

After she finished speaking, Mu Qinghuan was very proud and complacent, thinking that Feng Cheng would turn around and leave.

"Mu Qinghuan."

'Bang! 'a loud sound was heard.

Feng Cheng opened the red embroidered box, revealing the dazzling diamond ring. His gaze was fixed on her shocked face, "Marry me."