Chapter 1575 Do You Think the Boss Is Holding Your Hand?

But what Feng Wu asked was: "Do you know what Jun Linyuan hates most?"

Feng Xun: "Huh?"

Feng Wu nodded solemnly: "Do you know what Jun Linyuan hates most? Or the most hated thing? The most hated person? Or, the most hated what others do to him?"

Feng Xun looked at Feng Wu with a very strange look, looking up and down, the more he looked, the more meaningful his eyes were.

Feng Wu patted his head angrily: "What do you think?"

"Wu girl, this is not right, it is very wrong." Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu, smiling but not smiling: "Why did you suddenly ask about Boss Jun's preferences?"

Feng Wu rolled her eyes: "Where did I find out what he likes? I just find out what he doesn't like, okay?"

"Isn't it the same?" Feng Xun spread his hands: "You ask him what he doesn't like, and then avoid doing it, isn't that just to please him indirectly?"

Feng Wu was speechless and wanted to roll his eyes.

Where did she avoid it? Is she going to do these things deliberately after inquiring about it, so as to annoy Jun Linyuan?

Seeing that Feng Wu didn't speak, Feng Xun turned to Feng Wu: "Yo yo yo, is my Feng Xiaowu shy?"

Feng Wu stared: "Are you going to tell me? Don't tell me I'm going to sleep!"

"Okay, let's talk about it-" Feng Xun covered his lips and smiled, the smile almost overflowing from his eyes, but he looked at Feng Wu's eyes, which was full of interest.

Feng Wu: "...Don't tell me soon?!"

Feng Xun: "Okay, okay, let me think about your brother."

Feng Xun sat at the table, touched his chin with one hand, and fell into a state of thinking: "Let's talk about what Boss Jun hates... In terms of eating, he hates spicy food."

Feng Wu was speechless: "Are you sure?"

Feng Xun thought about it carefully, ah, Boss Jun has eaten the spicy dishes that Feng Wu has cooked several times, and he still eats them with relish.

Well, this problem is ruled out.

Feng Xun began to think again: "Let's talk about the person that Boss Jun hates... Little Wu girl, shouldn't you kill the person that Boss Jun doesn't like, so as to gain goodwill in front of him?"

Feng Wu raised her eyebrows: "Why not?"

Feng Xun: "Why not? Don't you know that, as we all know, the person Jun Linyuan dislikes the most is his father."

Feng Wu: "Junwu Emperor?"

Feng Xun looked at Feng Wu with sympathetic eyes, and rubbed her head: "My little girl is smart, but you really can't do anything about Emperor Jun Wu."

The more Feng Wu thought about it, the more desperate she became: "What about Jun Linyuan's most hated thing? For example, what does he hate most about others?"

Feng Xun took it for granted: "Isn't this obvious? Boss Jun doesn't like others touching him the most. Boss Jun has a serious cleanliness disorder. If anyone is within a few meters, he will be unhappy."

"Fake?" Feng Wu looked at Feng Xun with suspicious eyes.

Because of being questioned, Feng Xun almost jumped up: "Why is it fake? You don't know, if anyone touches the corner of Boss Jun's shirt, he will not want that hand."

Feng Wu lowered her head and muttered: "...how can it be so serious?"

Jun Linyuan dragged her hand from time to time, and carried her away at every turn. If it was like what Feng Xun said, wouldn't he have long had no hands?

Feng Xun glanced at Feng Wu, and suddenly reacted: "Hey, do you think that Boss Jun is holding your hand?"