After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

Shen Qingfeng stood up, straightened the corner of his suit, looked at Fang Tingting and Xiao Ning, and said gently: "Ms. Fang, Ms. Ding, I'm very happy to drink with you. I'll take my leave first. I hope to have the opportunity to meet you again."

Fang Tingting and Xiao Ning both smiled and nodded: "Okay, goodbye."

Shen Qingfeng nodded: "Goodbye."

Then he walked away leisurely.

Chu Wenyao looked at the smile Xiao Ning showed to Shen Qingfeng, his brows slightly furrowed, feeling a little unhappy.

Can this woman change her face?

He looked at her as if she were an enemy.

He was always smiling and friendly to Shen Qingfeng.

Even though she looks quite cold and arrogant, we can't treat her differently.

I am always polite to her every time we meet.

But why did she always glare at him fiercely?

Thinking of this, Chu Wenyao couldn't figure it out and felt a lot of suffocation in his chest.

He picked up the bottle, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp of wine.

Seeing this, Fang Tingting frowned slightly and said softly: "Mr. Chu, don't drink so much, it's bad for your health."

As a doctor, seeing that Chu Wenyao drank so much tonight, I couldn't help but remind him.

A little drinking can make you happy, but too much drinking can harm your body.

Drinking too much alcohol can not only harm the stomach and liver, but can also increase the risk of other diseases.

Seeing that Miss Fang was concerned about him, Chu Wenyao's eyes lit up, and a happy smile immediately appeared on his face. He quickly and obediently put the bottle down slowly: "Okay, Miss Fang, I won't drink anymore."

"Okay." Fang Tingting was very happy to see that he listened to her advice.

She smiled and turned her head, but who knew, the next second.

Looking directly into those gloomy and deep eyes, Mo Beiting was staring at her intently.

Fang Tingting and he looked into each other's eyes across the table.

She was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

But soon, Mo Beiting avoided her gaze.

He tightly grasped a bottle of wine on the table, and without saying a word, he drank several gulps, his Adam's apple rolling up and down quickly.

Looking at the man's throat constantly rolling, Fang Tingting felt dry mouth again.

I just felt my face was hot, as if it was burning.

She quickly turned her eyes away, looked at Xiao Ning and Chu Wenyao, and said awkwardly: "Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll go too." Xiao Ning said quickly.

After saying that, the two girls were about to stand up.

"Hey, Miss Ding, wait a minute." Chu Wenyao quickly stretched out his hand and called Xiao Ning.

Seeing that they were all looking at him in confusion, Chu Wenyao quickly said, "Miss Ding, I have something to talk to you about."

"Me?" Xiao Ning was even more confused.

She had spoken no more than three sentences to Chu Wenyao.

What are you looking for her for?

What's there to talk about?

"Yes, that's right, it's you, Miss Ding Zining." Chu Wenyao looked serious and looked at Xiao Ning with a firm gaze.

Xiao Ning nodded without understanding why.

Then, Fang Tingting quickly went to the bathroom alone.

……

Leng Xiaochen took Su Qianman's hand and returned to the restaurant.

Seeing two large stew pots on the dining table, Su Qianman suddenly realized: "So you brought me back just to drink this soup."

Seeing that the woman had reacted, Leng Xiaochen raised the corners of his lips slightly and smiled mischievously: "Yes, we can't miss a day."

Having said that, he took the woman's hand and sat down.

Then he picked up the soup spoon, scooped out the soup and placed it in front of her, gently reminding her: "Be careful, it's hot."

"Okay." Su Qianman nodded slightly.

Then he picked up the spoon, took a sip, and frowned slightly: "Eh, so bitter."

"Is it very bitter?" Leng Xiaochen said, putting his nose close to the bowl, smelling the soup, and frowning slightly.

"This Ganoderma lucidum and pigeon soup must have been made with Phellodendron chinense. That's why it's bitter." Su Qianman narrowed her eyes slightly, still with the bitter taste of Phellodendron chinense in her mouth.

"You know all this?" Leng Xiaochen was a little surprised.

These soups were prepared by the servants and brought over.

Butler Zhou didn’t say what kind of soup it was today.

Su Qianman raised her head slightly and explained, "Because I have studied Chinese medicine and Chinese medicinal materials before, I know a little bit about it."

Although she is a surgeon in the field of Western medicine, medicine and the two are inseparable.

Therefore, she used to study the professional knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine frequently and had a relatively good understanding of it.

Leng Xiaochen stretched out his big hand and gently touched the top of the woman's head: "My wife is so great!"

"But this soup is bitter, I don't want to drink it." Su Qianman pouted her lips, looking reluctant.

"No, these soups are good for your body. Your blood and qi are much better now than in the past few days." After saying that, Leng Xiaochen stretched out his hands and gently held the woman's face, his eyes were very gentle: "There will be a reward after drinking it."

"What reward?" Su Qianman's eyes lit up instantly, full of curiosity.

Leng Xiaochen let go of her face and deliberately kept it a secret: "It's a secret. I'll tell you after you finish drinking."

"Okay, then I'll drink it." Su Qianman responded.

It's just a bowl of soup, no problem at all.

Compared with the suffering I had experienced before, this little bit of hardship is nothing.

I just didn't want to drink, so I made an excuse.

She wanted to see what the reward was and kept it a secret.

Then she picked up the bowl of soup, tilted her little face up, and gulped down the whole bowl in one breath.

"Drink slowly, baby." Leng Xiaochen was so scared that he quickly put his hand on her back, ready to pat her, his face full of tension.

"Okay, I'm done." Su Qianman put the bowl down, looked at Leng Xiaochen, and said happily and proudly: "Where's the reward?"

Seeing her lovely appearance, Leng Xiaochen couldn't help but chuckle: "The reward is, I'll give you a kiss."

After saying this, she pouted deliberately and pointed at her lips with her slender fingers.

Su Qianman: "..."

She was helpless and speechless and rolled her eyes at him.

He is teasing the children.

"No." Su Qianman pretended to be angry, turned her head away from him, her cheeks puffed up with anger.

"What's wrong, baby?" Leng Xiaochen deliberately moved closer, his voice very gentle.

Seeing that the woman still ignored him, Leng Xiaochen slowly reached out his hand and gently placed it on her face.

He gently stroked her delicate skin with his fingertips, trying to turn her little face around.

I thought the woman would push me away and refuse, but she unexpectedly cooperated and turned around in an instant.

"What? No kiss." Su Qianman looked at the man coquettishly.

"Then I'll kiss you." The man whispered, and stretched out his handsome face to kiss her lips.

He put his arms tightly around the woman's waist.

Su Qianman's hands unconsciously climbed up the man's neck.

The man became more and more addicted to it.

The kiss became more passionate and deeper.

After a long time, the man reluctantly let go of her lips.

Their foreheads touched, their breathing quickened.