The sick and charming female supporting role in fast time travel is against the sky

Chapter 252 The Young Marshal's Little Wife (12)

When Gu Sheng woke up, it was already three quarters in the afternoon.

She moved with difficulty, as if her body was no longer her own.

After a crazy night last night, Gu Sheng almost broke his teeth, his eyes were burning, this shameless guy!

What a shame! "Hey, this beast, I'm going to beat him to death!"

Number 99 of the female supporting system stood aside and did not dare to interrupt. It was really because it was afraid that Gu Sheng would hear its gloating.

"Oh! Who is Asheng going to beat to death?"

A familiar voice with unknown meaning came from outside the door.

Gu Sheng: "."

Inexplicably a little guilty, as if being caught speaking ill of others behind their backs.

There was a sense of embarrassment, and Gu Sheng simply shrank under the quilt and pretended to be dead.

Then there was the sound of Feng Zhan pushing the door and entering.

Feng Zhan walked to the bed and looked at the little guy who wrapped himself up in a ball.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the eyes are full of indulgence, and of course it is more of pity.

He was really angry last night, and it didn't matter how serious he was to strike. Ah Sheng's delicate skin and tender flesh were really unbearable.

Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of Gu Sheng's seductive eyes with red corners.

Breathing involuntarily became heavier, suppressing these untimely thoughts.

Feng Zhan coaxed softly: "Ah Sheng, be good, can you come out?"

"Humph!"

There was a muffled moan coming from the quilt, and it seemed that he was not willing to forgive him, he was losing his temper!

The corner of Feng Zhan's mouth curled up into an indulgent smile, "If Ah Sheng doesn't come out by himself, I'm going to lift the quilt!"

Gu Sheng: "."

[This shameless guy actually threatened me! ]
Female support system No. 99: Oh, ho ho, it's the big villain who knows how to deal with the host.

It watched the play seriously, as if it was the one that was oppressing Gu Sheng.

Seeing that the person under the quilt still didn't respond, Feng Zhan reached out to the quilt with his sinister hand, grabbing a corner of the quilt.

"Whether A Sheng is here or not, I really want to lift the quilt!"

Gu Sheng's little head popped out of the quilt.

The eye sockets and lips were a little red and swollen, and he turned his head towards the wall with his mouth curled up, as if he really didn't want to see Feng Zhan.

Feng Zhan's heart was about to melt, and his face softened a bit.

"A Sheng, I apologize. I was wrong. Can you forgive me? It will definitely not happen next time."

Gu Sheng still ignored him, the man's mouth is deceitful, he has to say this sentence countless times in every plane.

But he still refuses to change his attitude and is uncontrollable every time.

Feng Zhan looked at Gu Sheng who was so stubborn and stubborn, his eyes darkened.

In the next second, he rushed forward with lightning speed and pinned down Gu Sheng through the quilt.

[mean!He actually carried out a sneak attack. If I hadn't been unable to move right now, I would have kicked him out long ago. ]
"Ah Sheng, forgive me!"

Feng Zhan's originally abstinent face was now full of grievances, like a pitiful little puppy.

Gu Sheng was so fascinated that he almost agreed subconsciously.

[Host, don't be fooled by the villain's beauty trap! ] No. 99 of the female supporting system was bluffing, it remembered the task assigned to it by a certain plane of Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng came back to his senses, glared at Feng Zhan angrily, and said angrily:

"Get down and stay away from me!"

"A Sheng, I really know I was wrong!"

Feng Zhan's warm breath sprayed onto Gu Sheng's snow-white neck.

Gu Sheng shuddered uncontrollably.

She became even more angry from embarrassment, "Get out of here quickly!"

A look of helplessness flashed in Feng Zhan's eyes, the little guy couldn't be coaxed.

Then his eyes darkened, and he kissed Gu Sheng's slightly swollen lips.

Gu Sheng: This bastard, I want to fight him to the death!

Tens of seconds later, Feng Zhan kissed her in a mess, and her mind was in chaos.

After a long time, Feng Zhan finally coaxed him to behave.

Now he went to the kitchen to make food for Gu Sheng.

[Host, do you dare to eat the dishes cooked by the villain?The villain of this plane has not touched the kitchen yet. ]
Gu Sheng's eyes were still full of obsequiousness, and the corners of his mouth were raised lazily, [If he dares to cook something that won't taste good, hum! ]
Although Gu Sheng hadn't finished speaking yet, Female Support System No. 99 still felt the horror in it.

I couldn't help but mourn for Feng Zhan for three seconds.

Once the three seconds pass, it's just gloating, waiting to see Feng Zhan's good show.

Feng Zhan came to the kitchen refreshed, and the people in the kitchen looked at Feng Zhan with fear on their faces, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Feng Zhan's reputation has always been bad. It is rumored that he is cruel and unkind.

Even though he was aloof and dignified in the mansion and rarely saw him get angry, the servants in the kitchen still respected him.

The most frightening thing was that they saw a faint smile on Feng Zhan's face. They had never seen Feng Zhan smile in Feng's house for so many years.

Unless it is in front of Marshal Feng, Feng Zhan always likes to tease him, and he will laugh when he wins.

Feng Zhan is very interested in these strange things, as long as Ah Sheng is satisfied, he won't have to sleep in the study room tonight.

But he had never done it before, so he was a little bit at a loss.

The steward in the kitchen stood up and said respectfully, "Young commander, what are your orders?"

Feng Zhan's complexion returned to normal, "I'll just look around, you can pretend I don't exist."

Steward and everyone: "."

You are such a great Buddha, how dare we pretend that you don’t exist? They don’t eat the heart of a bear or the gall of a leopard.

Feng Zhan actually didn't know what to ask.

He came to a stove, and asked the steward who was following him casually, "What is delicious and easy to make?"

The middle-aged steward was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand what Feng Zhan meant.

Seeing the eagerness on Feng Zhan's eyebrows, he asked cautiously:

"Do you want to do it yourself?"

Feng Zhan nodded, and then fell silent.

The middle-aged steward was a little unpredictable, but he didn't dare to refute Feng Zhan. He could only rack his brains to think of something that fit the bill.

"It needs to be light, not too spicy."

The middle-aged manager's mind was running wildly. It was simple, delicious, and light. What would meet the young commander's requirements?

Suddenly his eyes lit up, "Young commander, you can make lean meat porridge!"

"Oh! Okay, you can guide me!"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged steward was a little excited and panicked.

The whole kitchen was very lively, even Marshal Feng heard about it.

He hurried to the kitchen, wanting to take the opportunity to mock his son.

Marshal Feng's eyes are sharp, making people think that he is about to go to the battlefield.

Sure enough, I saw my son in the kitchen, with a thin layer of sweat on his usually abstinent face.

The sleeves were also rolled up, very serious and focused.

"Yo! Is the sun coming out from the west? Or am I dazzled?"

Feng Zhan had seen Marshal Feng a long time ago, but he ignored it and continued with his work.

Marshal Feng was obviously used to it long ago, and watched around and around.

His face was filled with the joy of watching a good show.

He didn't believe that his son who didn't touch Yang Chunshui could cook anything that people could eat.

Just wait for a while and have a good time mocking him.

But looking at the serious Feng Zhan, Marshal Feng was suddenly in a daze, as if he saw that bright woman.

Dare to love, dare to hate, passionate as fire.

The look in Feng Zhan's eyes softened unconsciously.

Just when he was thinking a lot, Feng Zhan had already finished it.

Then Marshal Feng saw him carefully carrying the lean meat porridge and walking past him.

Marshal Feng: "."

What's the use of raising a son, this annoying brat.

Marshal Feng was indignant, and just about to get angry, he heard Feng Zhan lightly said: "I left the pot for you."

Marshal Feng coughed twice with some guilt, and said with disgust: "Who wants to eat what you cook? I'm afraid you'll poison me!"

(End of this chapter)