There was a knock on the door outside.

Fei Yanchen walked over and took a white shopping bag from Ah Ming's hand.

Mu Qing glanced at it and guessed what it contained.

The last time it was clothes.

This time it's the same everyday item again.

Is...... I have an MMP in my heart, I don't know if I should say it or not!

Fei Yanchen handed the things to Mu Qing, "Go take a hot bath." ”

"Thank you." She took the things in Fei Yanchen's hand and walked towards the bathroom.

She just blew her hair and walked out, and saw Fei Yanchen sitting on the sofa, reading the menu. This man is really so pleasing to the eye no matter which angle!

Fei Yanchen looked at Mu Qing.

It came out so quickly, and it must have not been bathed.

She hates him so much? Knowing that he lives here, move out immediately.

With him, it always seems so detached.

If, that day, he didn't directly confirm, would they get along better than now?

Fei Yanchen has never questioned himself like he does now.

Does Mu Qing know who Xiaohan's biological father is?

If she didn't know, why would she avoid herself so much, like a weak heart and avoidance.

Mu Qing doesn't know what happened to Fei Yanchen? Why doesn't it go according to the script at all!

Did he know about that night? Written in the original book, Fei Yanchen always thought it was a dream, not real.

She didn't dare to ask for verification, nor did she dare to have a trace of luck, this kind of torment was like standing on a red-hot stickerboard.

"Are you feeling better?" Fei Yanchen asked.

"Much better." Muqing nodded.

Fei Yanchen got up, brewed a cup of medicine, and took the thermometer by the way.

"This is cold medicine, your forehead is a little hot, measure how many degrees it burns."

Mu Qing took the medicine in one hand and the thermometer in the other, "Thank you." "I took my temperature, and sure enough, I had a fever, 38 degrees 6.

Fei Yanchen took the thermometer, took out another plate medicine, and deducted one for Muqing, "Take a fever reducer." ”

Mu Qing took it, and Fei Yanchen handed over another cup of warm boiled water.

Such a Fei Yanchen made her a little flattered.

"Take a look at the menu."

"I can eat anything." Muqing basically doesn't eat much at night.

Fei Yanchen put down the menu, picked up the phone and ordered.

Mu Qing sat here, uncomfortable. She felt that if she continued like this, she would have a nervous breakdown sooner or later.

"Mr. Fei, I think we still keep a little distance." She pondered, then spoke.

"Why?"

"First of all, I am the artist of Shengge, and you are the big boss of Xingying, and it is easy for people to misunderstand when we contact us like this. Secondly, if you are photographed, it will also affect your reputation, in case there are any scandals, it is not good, and for me, getting too close to you will also cause a lot of trouble. ”

Fei Yanchen could hear that Mu Qing really wanted to draw a line with him.

"Mr. Fei, we don't know each other, it's just a chance encounter in the elevator. I'm just a little person, please, let me go! If you really want to repay the favor, give me some money, this is the way I want and need it the most. ”

"We don't know each other?" Fei Yanchen asked rhetorically.

It seems that she has forgotten the events of that night more thoroughly than he did!

Mu Qing pursed her dry lips, and asked with a blank face: "How many times have you met, it's not too familiar, right?" ”

Fei Yanchen's gaze darkened again.

It seems that she really didn't know that the person who was that night was him.

"Mr. Fei, if you ...... me It's really that kind of ...... Seven days later, I will come to you, and I will definitely satisfy Mr. Fei. ”