Huarong frowned and hesitated for a moment That's not very good

No matter how, it is also the former mother-in-law, face also has to give.

Feng Jin hugged her waist, "it doesn't matter. I'll call her and say it to her later."

Huarong lowered her head, looked at the round head buried in her arms, and stretched out her hand to roll the hair of Feng brocade's head.

"Your mother is also worried about you," Huarong said. "Don't make her sad."

Feng Jin raised her head, looked at the face of Huarong, put her head forward, and suddenly kissed her ruddy lips.

"And you." He asked, "do you know my heart?"

Huarong's expression was slightly stiff. She raised her eyes and looked at Feng Jin's face. In the bright light and shadow, the dark eyes of Fengjin were illuminated by the sun, and the feelings inside were so shallow that they seemed to be within reach.

She looked at him, took a long breath and said to him, "if you dare to do something like this again, I will die with you."

Feng brocade lightly a Zheng, and then wry smile up, stretch out a hand to embrace her, "you can how also don't suffer a loss.

He threatened her with death, and she threatened himself with death.

"No, I really dare not..." He shook her in his arms. "I regret it. How can I go to a place without you alone. I'm wrong

The face of the flower did not say a word.

She will never let herself be threatened by this kind of trivial skill, but this person is Fengjin, she can forgive his offence with magnanimity.

There won't be another time.

If he dared to use the same method to threaten, she would never let him succeed.

Fengjin felt that Huarong gave him a look, which was full of killing intention. He shivered and felt that his future road was not very easy. If he stubble again, he might not be able to do it by himself, and Huarong could shoot him to death.

*

Huarong, as a result of Fengjin's intention, stayed in the ward for an afternoon.

After all, he was still weak. After talking with her for a while, he fell asleep again.

Sleep in the past, but also with a finger to hold her little finger, childish with kindergarten children like.

When he wakes up, he says, he wants to see that she's still there.

This kind of willful and childish words, Huarong also follows him, treating Fengjin in the ward, Huarong is very easygoing.

When Fengjin woke up, the sun was setting and more than three hours had passed.

He opened his eyes, stuffy cough a few times, heard the voice of Huarong ring in the ear: "want to drink some honey water?"

"Yes." His throat was very thirsty.

Huarong poured a cup of warm honey water, came to hold the neck of Fengjin and carefully fed him a drink.

After drinking the brocade, she lay on the pillow.

"It's nice to be in hospital." He sighed.

Huarong is holding a cup of water and is planning to have a drink. When he hears Fengjin's words, her eyes slightly squint.

"Well?"

"You've never been so gentle to me."

Huarong skin smile meat did not laugh at him to pull the lip Cape: "I just don't like to be rude to the weak."

Feng Jin sighed softly, "can't you say something nice to me? Well? "

Huarong took a look at him, stretched out his hand and held his chin, and said to him with a smile: "our hatred, we will have a good discussion when you are discharged from hospital, eh?"

She doesn't want to make people angry in the hospital. She wants to wait for him to leave the hospital and then take care of him.

Feng Jin suddenly understood her meaning