The door opened with a creaking sound. Feng Qingcang walked in with a bowl of dessert soup in his hand and a rare and kind look.
Xin Mo'er's painting has been finished, and when she saw her father come so late, she still brings food to see her, she feels warm.
He walked up to him, took the dessert, drank it bit by bit, and said in a speechless manner, "Father, I don't like desserts anymore."
Feng Qingcang raised his eyebrows and watched her swallowing her voraciously.
If you don’t like to eat, you still eat so much?
"Didn't you like desserts the most when you were a child?" Feng Qingcang walked to the table and moved a chair to sit down. Her deep eyes were staring at her delicate little face for a long time.
"Father, you don't know that eating too much dessert will make you fat. Girls will not be beautiful if they gain weight. If they are not beautiful, there will be no men who like them. If they do not like them, they will not be able to get married." Xin Moer said
It's a good idea and serious matters.
"How old are you, just thinking about getting married?" Feng Qingcang's face showed a gloomy expression, and his deep eyes changed a little.
"Father, it's only a matter of time before getting married. Mo'er can't rely on his father for the rest of his life, right?" Xin Mo'er did not look up and continued to lift the dessert into her mouth.
"Can't your father support you? You can rely on your father for the rest of your life." Feng Qingcang's eyes showed a meaningful charm.
Xin Mo'er raised her head and looked at him, "Father, do you want Mo'er to be an old girl for the rest of her life?"
In her previous life, she was an older leftover woman, and she had never tasted the taste of a man. In this life, she could not follow in the footsteps of her previous life.
In two years, no matter how you say it, you will have to find a rich second-generation who has comprehensive morality, intelligence and physical fitness or a second-generation official handsome man to marry him.
Eat and drink.
Then wait for death safely.
Of course, Xin Mo'er dared not say these words to Feng Qingcang, otherwise he would definitely be scolded for being spineless.
Feng Qingcang narrowed his eyes and said an ambiguous sentence, "That won't be, you won't be an old girl for the rest of your life."
Xin Mo'er raised her head, tilted the remaining sweet soup in the bowl, then put the bowl on the table, touched her belly, "Father, I'm full."
Feng Qingcang nodded, his head drooped slightly, and his hand reached towards the empty bowl on the table, preparing to take it away. Unfortunately, he saw a flat-tiled picture of a beautiful and hot girl sitting on the table.
His face immediately became dark, he pointed to the painting on the table and asked in a deep voice, "Who gave it to you?" His eyes were full of murderous aura. If anyone ruined his Mo'er, he would definitely
The man slashed in two pieces with one knife, and could not see the sun tomorrow.
Xin Mo'er's body shook. His father's expression was so terrible, but he still answered honestly, "Father, this was not for Mo'er, it was Mo'er himself."