hospital.

Huarong sat by the bed and ate with Fengjin.

After eating for a while, she opened her mouth and asked, "who is the girl that your mother is following? I haven't seen it before

Feng Jin raised her head and looked at Huarong. After blinking for a while, she remembered who Huarong was saying: "Oh She. It seems to say that it is the child of some comrade in arms. Her family had an accident. My mother looked at her pitifully and took it as a daughter. "

" Oh. " Huarong nodded, should a, no reaction, continue to eat.

Feng Jin looked at her for a while, then returned to her taste, and put out his finger to poke Huarong's shoulder: "I said Rong Rong You're not going to be jealous, are you

“……” The face of Huarong looks up expressionless, looking at Feng Jin's jubilant face, slanted a head, "ha?"

Feng Jin stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "you are jealous, admit it, I won't laugh at you."

Huarong patted off his paws and scolded him: "snake spirit disease."

Feng brocade a pair of duding her jealous appearance, "otherwise why do you mention her? I can't even remember who she is, but you remember very well. Don't you care? "

Huarong frowned and looked impatient: "Why are you so noisy?"

"Rongrong, aren't you happy? Women all over the world, in addition to my mother can get into my eyes, only you and I can see. I can't even remember the faces of other women

Huarong listened to his confession and frowned with disgust. This guy was shot in the heart. How could he look like he had a problem with his head.

After dinner, Huarong cleaned up the small table and said to Feng Jin, "you can sleep."

Feng Jin looked at her and frowned: "are you going again? "

" something happened. "

"No, you have to accompany me this afternoon." "I can't sleep when you're gone," he said

Huarong said: "your mother said she would like to tell me. She is waiting for me at home. I can't let her wait too long."

"What does she want from you?" Feng brocade's eyebrow heart all of a sudden wrinkles tightly, "do you still have a chat now?"

"No Huarong looked out of the window and said, "nothing more than warning me to be nice to you, or threatening me. If it's not good to you, give me some color to see." The fresh little sister has brought her by herself. She has to send it to Fengjin to warm the bed at any time. I'm afraid Fengjin's mother has a big opinion on her now.

Although, she will not show it to her.

After all, he is the youngest son, the most beloved, and the most distressed.

Huarong picked up the bag and waved to Feng Jin, "OK, I'll go back first."

Feng brocade supports upper half body to sit up, one pulls the hand of Huarong: "don't go."

Involved in the injured place, he was in a cold sweat with pain, "what are you going to do? She has something to say to me, you don't care about her."

Huarong looked at his movement, came back and pressed him back to the bed. He lifted his lapel and looked at the wound. It was sure that there was no crack before he patted the collar back to him.

"Would you please not move?" She frowned, not in a good voice. "Is it fun to crack a wound?"

"It's grown. It won't crack." Feng Jin lay back on the bed and exhaled a breath, holding Huarong's hand, and smiling at her weakly, "Rongrong, accompany me in the hospital in the afternoon, don't go back."

What kind of person is his mother? He knows that he makes things, there is no need for Huarong to clean up his butt for him.