Chapter 117: Face Control



Chapter 117: Face Control

Gu Manman woke up for a while, and the man next to her was still sleeping. She felt that she was really a face control.

She lay on her side, tracing his nose, thin lips, and Adam's apple with her fingers.

Almost immediately, he opened his eyes. There was no trace of the haziness from just waking up in his eyes, but rather a frightening clarity.

"Awake?" His voice was hoarse from waking up in the morning, and he grabbed her restless fingers.

Before Gu Manman could pull her hand back, she felt a slight pain in her fingertips. He lowered his head, kissed her fingertips, and bit them lightly.

The wet and hot touch made her fingertips tingle.

"Are you born in the year of the dog? Why do you like to bite people so much?" Gu Manman glared at him and subconsciously touched the side of her neck, where there was still a not-so-obvious light red tooth mark. "How can I face people today? Don't bite in such an obvious place in the future!"

Feng Mingzhou looked at her slightly red cheeks, his eyes darkened, and his voice was low: "Then other places are OK?"

Gu Manman: “Hmm?” The last syllable was drawn out, with an obvious warning.

Sensing the danger in her tone, Feng Mingzhou immediately changed his words, and with a strong desire to survive, he thrust his neck in front of her: "Then bite me."

Gu Manman didn't bother to be polite with him. She leaned over and bit his Adam's apple.

"Now it's fair."

Feng Mingzhou put his arm around her waist, turned over and sat on top of her, with a smile on his face: "Fair? That's not necessarily true."

His lips kissed her brow, nose tip, and finally her lips.

"Feng Mingzhou," Gu Manman was so fascinated by his kiss, but was afraid of something happening, so she pushed his shoulder, "It's time to get up."

"Lie down a little longer." He buried his face in her neck like a sated cat.

Gu Manman rubbed his hair helplessly: "Your leg injury has just healed, don't be too presumptuous."

"So I need exercise," he said confidently.

Gu Manman slapped his rebellious hand away: "Boss Feng, you need physical exercise."

She pushed him again, "You're too heavy, get up quickly."

Feng Mingzhou sighed, propped himself up and sat up, revealing his well-defined upper body with smooth and firm skin.

"Manman, you promised to accompany me back to Tianjin last night, you can't cheat on me."

Gu Manman rolled her eyes at him speechlessly and teased him deliberately: "Can you take what a woman said at that time seriously?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Mingzhou's hand reached out to her waist.

"Ah! Feng Mingzhou! What are you doing!" Gu Manman was very ticklish. She laughed so hard that her whole body shook and she twisted to dodge.

"Are you serious?" he asked while tickling her.

“Hahaha…don’t…don’t scratch it…it’s itchy…” Gu Manman laughed so hard that tears came out and she was out of breath.

"Tell me, do you take this seriously?" he persisted.

Gu Manman couldn't stand it anymore and could only surrender: "Seriously! Seriously! Take everything I said seriously! Let me go!"

Feng Mingzhou then let go of her hand with satisfaction, leaned over and pecked her on the lips, then got out of bed first and walked towards the bathroom.

In the restaurant, Feng Mingzhou put the fried bacon and sliced boiled eggs on the plate in front of her, and he sat down opposite her with a cup of black coffee.

The sun was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and food.

Gu Manman ate in small bites and asked, "What should I prepare when I return to Tianjin?"

"You don't need to prepare anything." Feng Mingzhou took a sip of coffee and spoke as a matter of course.

Gu Manman paused and looked up at him: "It's the first time I meet an elder, I can't be empty-handed, right?"

"That's what they should prepare." Feng Mingzhou put down the coffee cup and looked at her.

"I have never had any elders since I was a child, and I don't know how to please them. Don't expect me to be well-behaved and sensible when the time comes."

Feng Mingzhou leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the dining table, his eyes gentle yet with a hint of indulgence and dominance.

"Who asked you to please them?"

He chuckled, "They can't wait to please you."

"Those people from the Feng family in Jincheng that you don't like, just leave them aside. If you like the ones you can do them a favor and say a few words to them."

/

The interior of Feng Mingzhou's new private jet was tailor-made by a top Italian designer.

The main colors are beige and champagne gold, and the wood finishes have unique textures. Every detail exudes an unobtrusive luxury.

The cabin is incredibly spacious, more like a luxurious moving castle in the air. The noise during flight is extremely well isolated, leaving only the almost inaudible sound of smooth airflow.

Feng Mingzhou sat on a large leather sofa with a tablet on his lap, looking intently at the documents on the screen.

Gu Manman was leaning on the sofa bed opposite, eating a peach. The whole cabin was filled with a sweet aroma.

She took a small bite and asked vaguely, "Hey, why are there so many handsome stewards on this plane? I don't see any stewardesses?"

Feng Mingzhou shifted his gaze from the documents to her comfortable posture, his eyes full of tenderness.

"I'm scared of those paparazzi. If they take some fake photos and cause my wife to run away, I won't be able to clear myself even if I jump into the Yellow River."

"Who is your wife?"

Feng Mingzhou didn't respond. He just looked at her half-lying posture and frowned again: "Don't eat while lying down. Be careful of stomachache later."

Gu Manman curled her lips, but sat up a little straighter.

He added: "It's almost noon, eat less fruit, otherwise you won't be able to eat later."

Gu Manman finished the rest of the peach in a few bites, wiped her hands, and felt a little stiff after lying down for so long, so she stood up and moved around.

"Hey," Feng Mingzhou's voice came from behind him, "The ground is cold, put on your shoes."

Gu Manman looked down at her feet, then looked at him, "It's okay, the carpet..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Mingzhou had already put down the tablet, leaned over to take out a pair of soft velvet slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him, walked in front of her, bent down, and gently placed the slippers at her feet.

Gu Manman obediently put her feet into the slippers. They were soft and warm.

/

Lunch time.

Gu Manman drank a bowl of pumpkin soup and then shouted that she was full.

Feng Mingzhou stopped cutting the steak and looked at her plate which she had barely touched.

"Just a bowl of soup?"

"Yeah, it tastes good." Gu Manman nodded.

"You ate so much fruit before the meal, you can't eat now, right?"

Gu Manman touched her stomach and muttered softly, "I really can't eat anymore... That peach was so delicious, I couldn't resist."

"Okay, if you don't want to eat now, then wait until three o'clock to eat something."

He picked up his knife and fork and continued to eat slowly. "I didn't have anything serious to eat today. I just had a lot of fruit."

It's 3:00 in the afternoon, not a minute late.

Gu Manman looked pleadingly at the man opposite who was processing emails: "I really can't drink anymore..."

Feng Mingzhou raised his eyes, swept his gaze across the bowl of porridge in front of her, and then fell back to her face.

"Why didn't you say you couldn't eat any more chips and chocolate? You enjoyed junk food, but you couldn't eat the main meal?"

Gu Manman was choked and retorted in a low voice: "That's different..."

"I don't see any difference. It seems that your snacks need to be controlled in the future. All of them will be confiscated."

“Don’t!” Gu Manman immediately sat up straight, her protective expression clearly showing, and quickly picked up the bowl of bird’s nest porridge, “I’ll drink it! Can’t I have another bowl!”

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