Chapter 1726

Feng Jin went downstairs with a bright red palm print on his face.

By Huarong with the mobile phone hit the place, also obvious swelling up.

The servant waiting downstairs was startled to see the red mark on his face.

"Feng Shao, your face..."

Feng Jin touched his swollen skin, then closed his eyes and went to the sofa to sit down.

"Go and get some ice."

The old housekeeper hastily ordered the maid.

He went over to Feng Jin and said, "Feng Shao, the lotus seed soup for Miss Hua has been stewed. Do you want to send it to her first while it is warm?"

Feng Jin nodded, then thought of what, and then shook his head.

"I'll send it to her later."

"Good." The old housekeeper answered, looked at the sad red mark on his face, then turned his back and sighed gently.

……

Feng Jin lean on the sofa, slowly exhaled a breath, calm face slowly lit a cigarette.

He exhaled a breath of smoke. The maid who had already made the ice bag came over and asked carefully, "Feng Shao, do you want to cover it first?"

Feng brocade looked at her faintly, then just way: "put it here first."

There was no mood in his tone, but he could also hear that he was tired after quarreling with Huarong.

The maid whispered "MMM" and left carefully.

Feng Jin half squinted and quietly smoked a cigarette. Then he took the ice bag and put it on his face for a while. When the hot feeling on his face subsided, he got up from the sofa, went into the kitchen, took out the bowl of lotus seed soup, and went upstairs.

On the bed, Huarong has already bathed and is sitting on the bed, intending to turn off the light and sleep.

She saw the Phoenix brocade come in, the fierce squint once, turned off the light directly.

For her childish behavior, Fengjin did not say a word, reached out and turned on the light again, and went over with the bowl of lotus seed soup specially stewed for her.

"You like it."

He put the lotus seed soup on the bedside table.

Huarong looks down.

The lotus seeds with good texture are full of grains stewed in a small fire. With a little rock sugar, the light fragrance of lotus seeds can be heard in the air. She can imagine how good this bowl of lotus seed soup can be.

She looked up at him, then got into the quilt and turned her back directly.

Feng Jin gently patted her shoulder: "I asked the cook to cook it for you. Your favorite lotus seed in Chengde is too hot this year. I'm afraid the harvest will not be very good. Even if you want to eat it later, you may not be able to eat it. "

Huarong stuffy voice way: "you don't bother me."

Fengjin stood beside the bed, sighed softly, then lifted the quilt, stretched out her hand to pull her out of the quilt and held her in his arms.

She still had a faint fragrance after bathing. He lowered his head and sniffed the good smell on her body. He could not imagine what would happen if she could not smell it in the future.

"I can allow you to do anything," he said, with his chin on her shoulder, his arm around her waist, the gesture of embracing her whole body in his arms. "You can punish me for what you've done. It's OK to hit me, scold me, ignore me I'll come to you myself anyway. But you can't marry another man just to avoid me. I will be jealous, too. I can't accept that other men have you like me

Huarong sneered: "what is this? A slap and a sweet date? "