This kiss is beyond Huarong's expectation.

To be honest, Huarong thinks Fengjin may want to kill her.

It's too hard to coax the anger of approaching this fellow.

The soft lip flap gently pasted on her lips. A dragonfly kiss didn't even deepen. She only forced the mucous membrane of the lip flap for a moment. The force was a little heavy, and it was removed in the next second.

“……” The face of the flower is slightly stunned. She raises her charming eyes and looks at the handsome face close to the man.

Feng Jin looked at her and whispered, "do you know what I feel when you leave without saying goodbye?"

Huarong looks out of the window, sunny weather, but because of recalling the past and feel a little bit disappointed. She sighed softly. "I do it for you."

The building will fall.

It was the only thing she could do for him at that time.

Even then, she hated him.

Feng Jin opened her arm and held her thin into her arms, silent.

Of course, he knew that after many years, he knew why Huarong insisted on divorcing him and clearing up his property so clean.

1、 Of course, I hate him, and I don't want to have anything to do with him To protect him.

So he didn't even have a good reason to resent her years of torment.

At that time, he was not strong enough, too willful, and didn't understand anything. She carried all the secrets and didn't even pass on the pressure to him when she finally left.

However, he did not understand what the pressure of old Fengrong was sharing at that time.

- it is the end of a century old family, from glory to decline and disintegration.

She's the one who's left behind.

The torrent of the times is irresistible, but in her position and position, can anyone really understand her necessity?

As her husband, she did not share any pressure for her, and even tried every means to escape

Protect him.

"I know." Feng Jin replied in a low voice. His pleasant voice was slightly heavy. Even the ups and downs of his chest seemed to become a little slow, "I know..." No matter how stupid a person, after so many years, it is impossible not to understand what she has done for him.

Any man, in the discovery of a woman so deep and hidden love, can not keep calm.

What's more, it's from Huarong.

One

A woman he couldn't describe in words.

Huarong touched his hair, raised his head and looked at the dim eyes of Fengjin. Seeing that he was in a low mood, he was deeply moved by her. So he struck while the iron was hot and encouraged: "what I did before is for you. Don't be angry, OK? You see, you've made your mother so angry that we'll make up earlier... "

Feng Jin interrupted her: "it's good for me to say that my child is Yan Chuxi's?"

"Er..." The beautiful eyes of Huarong opened slightly, and the red lips moved in silence.

Of course It's for the purpose of playing him.

Feng Jin slightly narrowed her eyes, pushed her away, and walked down from the bed. Her slender white fingers slowly adjusted his own cuffs, and said coldly to her, "what you do, one yard goes back to the other. Don't try to muddle through to me casually."

Huarong:.... " Damn it, it's so hard to do it!