Feng Jin seems to be angry to, gnashing teeth at her: "you are simply unreasonable!"

Huarong does not think Wu, toward him lazy rolled a white eye, push him to bend over to pick up the mobile phone.

On the screen, Yan Chuxi's phone call came again. She was about to pick it up when the man's finger suddenly caught her wrist. Huarong raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows to look at Fengjin's face.

Feng Jin didn't say a word, but looked at her with a pair of dark black eyes. The corners of her eyes were red and her eyes were wet, which made Huarong think of her little milk dog that she had raised. When being bullied by her, she always prays for her with such pitiful eyes.

She was very happy to accept Fengjin's show soft, or coquettish, although her little milk dog grew up and ran away with other wild dogs.

But Fengjin is a human being after all, and the monk can't run away from the temple.

With a smile on her lips, she closed her mobile phone, stretched out her hand and put her arm around Feng Jin's neck. She said with a smile, "don't you want me to go?"

She laughed a little arrogant and a little proud.

Feng Jin knew that she had misunderstood something, but the result was good, so he didn't explain it.

He stretched out his hand and took out the bath towel from the wardrobe and put it on the shoulder of Huarong CHIGUO. He said hoarsely, "don't catch a cold."

Huarong looked at the bath towel on his shoulder. He didn't know why. He seemed very happy. He stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on his chin. He said with a smile: "really good."

Then he turned and went into the bathroom.

After a while, the sound of the hair dryer came from inside.

Feng Jin knew that she would not leave tonight. She felt a little relieved and leaned over to pick up the mobile phone in Huarong's hand. Looking at Yan Chuxi's missed call on the screen, his eyes were slightly deeper.

Huarong must sleep with him, and he has done everything. Fengjin can't refuse again. He just frowns at the sleeping posture of Huarong like octopus, and he can't help but regret.

You can't pamper her, or you'll kick your nose and face.

He lay on the bed, feel the breath of the flower face slightly blowing in his face, silent sigh.

He didn't know how to make things like this.

He didn't want to continue to have a relationship with her.

*

old Feng came over early in the morning.

Let Fengjin some speechless is, his grandfather from Liangcheng by plane, call is Huarong.

If it wasn't for the resemblance of the family, he even doubted whether he was his grandson or not, but where he had picked it up.

After breakfast, Fengjin drove to the airport to meet old Feng.

Along the way, Huarong holding a mobile phone, are talking with old Feng, two people do not know what to talk about, from the mobile phone from time to time to come phoenix old but happy laughter.

Outside the airport, the bodyguard and housekeeper brought by old Feng and his hometown have been waiting there.

As soon as he stopped the car, Huarong ran past in a rage. It was doubtful who was his grandson.

"Grandfather

"Let's lose weight." Old Feng grasped Huarong's hand and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "is it too tired here? When will you return to Liangcheng? "

"It's nice to be thin."

"Grandfather thinks it's better to be fat."

……

Feng Jin couldn't help rolling a white eye.

Huarong's face, unless cosmetic surgery, otherwise the distance is good-looking these two words, or poor.

Feng Jin walked slowly past and called out, "grandfather."