Daily Life Of The Wealthy

Chapter 19

Feng Weiming opened the door somewhat strangely—the first time someone knocked on his door during his sleep time.

Then he saw the handsome, fair-skinned boy in Winnie the Pooh pajamas with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile, his smiling face seemed to be shining under the warm yellow light.

Feng Weiming was in a daze, and immediately thought of Mu Yiqi, and then a little depressed, how could two faces that are so similar make him feel completely different? Mu Yiqi is stupid, but he is honest and pure, like a little energetic sun. Although Feng Weiming bothers him, he does not hate him. As for this...

Feng Weiming closed the door without warning, but he didn't unexpectedly encounter resistance at all. After a slight daze, the opponent squeezed in against the door. The only thing that satisfies Feng Weiming is the disgusting smile on his face.

Mu Yixi, who was almost behind closed doors, finally came in and couldn't help asking: "Obviously, do you really hate me so much?" He felt so wronged! Or at first he was influenced by the previous life, and he was not ashamed to use his psychological age advantage to bully Feng Weiming, who was so young but grew up just like him in the previous life. But Feng Weiming was worthy of his future difficulties, and he didn't let him take advantage of much. And he quickly figured out that Feng Weiming was Mu Yiqi's help, no longer having trouble with him, and taking care of him everywhere in order to repair the relationship. How come this little thing just doesn't appreciate it and keeps his eyebrows cold, right?

"Hate," Feng Weiming said coldly, without hesitation.

Mu Yixi was silent.

"Don't call me'mingming', go out." Feng Weiming stabbed again.

People with a little self-esteem probably can't stand such a cold face. Feng Weiming used this trick to kill many children who tried to get close to him because of his identity.

I'm only six years old and don't understand anything. Mu Yixi thought, raised his head and glanced at him, smiling but not smiling: "No." There was a kind of calling someone to drive him away.

He couldn't tell if he couldn't tell, and he closed the door of the room that had opened a gap, and turned his head to look at Wei Ming's room.

Compared with Mu Yiqi and his room which is simple and bright, Feng Weiming's room is much more spacious and luxurious. Mu Jiuqing gave him the largest room in the house, which was furnished as a presidential suite in a five-star hotel, a children's version. Mu Jiuqing's original intention was to allow Feng Weiming to entertain his friends in the room, so that there would be enough space even for a big party.

But after two years, Feng Weiming used only the bed, bedside table and wardrobe in this large room. He was not an ordinary child by nature, arrogant and early-minded, looking calm and sensible, but in fact it was very difficult to raise and to please.

Mu Yixi did not expect him to approve and support him like he did to Mu Yiqi, anyway, he didn't like him either. I just hope that he treats him a little better than ordinary people and it won't be in vain to please his courtesy.

Now it seems that he has done useless work.

"Is this your attitude toward the people who helped you?" Mu Yixi asked with her arms around her chest. The immature face, the shrewd and sophisticated expression, did not violate the slightest.

Feng Weiming looked at him blankly, a trace of irony flashed in his eyes. Did you finally stop pretending?

Mu Yixi knew that he had seen through him.