Chapter 1217: Fool, What I Like Is You (5)

Ming's mother was a little hesitant, Ming Zhongsheng could see that she was scrupling about something, and said in a deep voice: "Just let Fei Ling send it." ”

"Oh." Ming's mother answered, and handed the bowl to Tang Feiling with both hands.

Tang Feiling was very happy, went upstairs with the bowl, and when she arrived at the door of the study, she reached out and knocked on the door gently.

No one in the room responded, so she reached out and unlocked the door and pushed it open.

The light inside was dark, and it was obvious that Ming Ansheng was no longer in the study.

Tang Feiling gently closed the door again, and turned around to go to Ming Ansheng's room.

Knocking on the door, there was still no response in the house, she was puzzled, unscrewed the door lock, and gently pushed open the door, the light in the house was on, but there was no sound from Ming Ansheng.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

With her toes, she could guess that Ming Ansheng was taking a bath, and she quietly approached the room.

Looking at the things in Ming Ansheng's room, her heartbeat kept accelerating, as if she was about to jump out.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah......" Tang Feiling was startled, the bowl in her hand was almost thrown out, she turned around, stunned.

Ming Ansheng stood at the door of the bathroom in a bathrobe, the bag of the bathrobe was not tied, revealing his strong chest, and the crystal droplets of water rolled down on his chest and moved to his lower abdominal muscles.

In the rolling down.

The blackened hair is also wet.

Tang Feiling looked at Ming Ansheng from bottom to top, met his dark eyes, her body trembled again, and hurriedly explained: "I...... I'm here to bring you porridge. ”

"Get out." Ming Ansheng coldly ordered Tang Feiling, and quickly tied the bathrobe bag.

Covering his sturdy and perfect figure.

He wiped his hair with a dry towel as he walked to the bed.

When Tang Feiling saw him coming, her heart only jumped, and her mind was full of the shocking glimpse she had just turned around.

"Ah......h

When Ming Ansheng approached, Tang Feiling suddenly stumbled and fell towards his tall figure.

Ming Ansheng frowned, a touch of disgust quickly flashed in his eyes, and he dodged to the side casually, easily avoiding Tang Feiling's 'throwing embrace'.

Tang Feiling fell to the ground without any suspense, and threw out the bowl she was holding in her hand, and the porridge was spilled all over the ground.

"Tang Feiling, are you enough?" Ming Ansheng stared at Tang Feiling with disgust, and shouted angrily.

The fall just now was not light, Tang Feiling lay on the ground and refused to get up, she frowned, pouted and coquettishly with Ming Ansheng, "Ansheng, my fall hurts, can you pull me?" ”

Listening to her contrived voice, Ming Ansheng wanted to carry her and throw her out of the window.

But he didn't even want to touch her clothes, he twisted his thick eyebrows, did not hide his disgust for her, raised his voice and shouted: "Get out." ”

This sound was heard by Ming Zhongsheng and Ming Mu on the first floor.

Tang Feiling didn't dare to be delusional, and quickly got up, but she was still unconvinced, glared at Ming Ansheng and said, "We are going to get married next month, and you will be my person sooner or later." ”

After saying that, she left angrily.

Ming Ansheng casually touched the TV remote control and smashed it to the ground, and the remote control shattered in response.

He walked to the edge of the bed with heavy steps, sat down, then lay down, picked up a pillow, covered his face, and pressed his hands down hard.

Grandma, you might as well let me die......

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The Ming family and the Tang family are both prominent families in Kyoto, and as soon as their marriage was announced, they became popular in less than two hours.

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