Chapter 88 Taking my Miss Ying for a ride

It's not expensive at all. It's my wedding gift to you.

He stood there for a long time without responding.

Does he know what he's talking about?

Or maybe I just misheard.

Newlywed?

Gift?

A manor that looks very expensive.

It was given to her.

"Is this a betrothal gift?"

Wen Fucheng shook his head. "You can't calculate it like this. You can understand that it was something I wanted to give as a gift."

Not all betrothal gifts are so big, but what if it were a betrothal gift.

"Don't you want to give the entire Wen family to me?"

The man smiled, picked up the water glass she drank from and took a sip. "I'm not that prodigal. At most, I will give you all my property."

Yeah, how rich that would be.

Isn't he richer than Wen Fucheng?

What should I do? She actually still had a little expectation.

At this moment, she flew directly into the man's arms. Wen Fu Cheng was afraid that she would fall, so he caught her with a smile.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it." The money she spent coaxing her brother to support her husband was not in vain.

Wen Fucheng accompanied Ying Jing to stay at the manor for two days. On this day, Assistant Zhang came over carrying a very beautiful box.

Ying Jing just glanced at it without thinking much.

Until they returned to China, the box was delivered to Shanghai with them.

After leaving the airport, Zhangyang carried the suitcase and got into another car, feeling a little strange at the scene.

"Assistant Zhang, won't you come with us?"

"He has other plans."

"What's in that box?" She didn't ask for so many days, and now she couldn't help but be curious. "Of course, if I can't tell you, I won't ask."

It's nothing that can't be said.

"Jewelry."

The two of them walked all the way to the above-ground parking lot.

At this moment, I discovered that the driver was Wen Fucheng.

He parks his car at the airport and sometimes lets people drive it back.

Like today, people just come here specially.

"I just have time today to take my Miss Ying for a ride."

I almost broke the lipstick when I took it out and wanted to reapply it.

A palm-sized mirror covered her face.

"Second uncle, did you buy this collection of love words?" Do you think you are so good at talking!

As someone who has read The Domineering President's romance novels countless times, I thought I would be immune to Mary Sue's love words, but I still wasn't immune to Wen Fu Cheng's verbal attack.

"No, I just saved all the love words I owed you in my previous life to tell you in this life."

"That's right! I told you that you should have been my boyfriend in my previous life, and now even you believe it."

Believe it!

Always believed it.

Always.

Had a pleasant afternoon.

Between the two of them, Wen Fucheng drove her around most of the scenery in Shanghai.

This city was obviously all the same. It was a place where she had lived for so many years according to the circumstances. She could even tell clearly which places and things were there.

It's different with him.

It's a very novel experience, it's like introducing him to the whole city.

Ying Jing saw the envious looks in other people's eyes.

"Second uncle, they are all looking at you."

Huh? He didn't hear what she said clearly at first. "What?"

"I said they are all looking at you!"

"Then it's you they should be looking at."

Girls look at Wen Fu Cheng, boys look at Ying Jing.

"Then who among us took advantage of whom?"

Wen Fucheng squeezed her weak, boneless hands.

"It's me, I'm the one who took advantage of Miss Ying."

"No, we are each other's light, don't separate me."

Wen Fucheng is the light on the road of barren life, the only light in the long years of darkness.

"You are the one I traveled across mountains and rivers, crossing thousands of rivers and mountains to find."

After listening to her words, Wen Fu Cheng responded very lightly.

So why isn't he?

Wen Fucheng would go to the milk tea shop and queue up to buy milk tea for her.

I will buy her little balloons that can float.

Buy her the fragrant sauce-flavored pancakes from the roadside stalls.

There are also beautiful cat ear hair clips.

He would hold her hand and walk through the streets and alleys of Shanghai.

…

All you have to do is wait for him on the roadside with a cone in hand.

The little baby broke away from her mother's hand and stumbled over, hugging her thigh.

"Sister, your boyfriend is so handsome!"

In response to the situation, he knelt down and looked at the baby with squirting milk, and took the opportunity to rub his chubby face. "Baby, you are really discerning. Sister, can you give me a small cone?"

"Okay, thank you sister." Milkman took a bite of the cone. "Sister, when I grow up, can I be your boyfriend's wife?"

Occasionally:???

I really want to snatch the cone back.

When Wen Fucheng came over, he was still confronting the child.

"What's wrong?"

Ying Jing pointed to the child. "She bullied me."

Wen Fucheng glanced at the child who was eating a cone and drooling at him.

"Make sure it's her who bullies you, not you who can defeat her with just one finger."

"She said she would marry you when she grows up. Isn't this bullying me?"

Milkman's big eyes flickered like black diamonds and big grapes, so bright.

"Uncle, you are so handsome, more handsome than my father."

Wen Fucheng handed the things to Ying Jing and squatted down in front of the child.

"Thank you, you are very cute. But my uncle already has a sister, so he can no longer like others."

"Then throw your sister away!"

Oh, what are you talking about? Why should you throw her away? Why should you throw her away? No one should stop her today. She has to roll up her sleeves and fight with the child. Either she loses or she loses.

Come on! Bastard, I'll give you five fingers.
To be continued...