Chapter 687： This is winter, no waywardness is allowed

Feng Xian looked at the window glass in front of him.

Qianmiao's appearance was reflected there.

She was looking here with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Then, he said to the human on the other end of the phone: "In what capacity are you asking me this question?"

Bai Mucheng: "I asked you first."

Feng Xian twitched at the corner of his mouth and said nothing, and suddenly hung up the phone.

He threw the phone on the table, then turned around and walked to sit down where he was just now.

"If you have anything you want to ask, just ask." He looked at Qianmen.

Qian Mian blinked, thought for a second, and said, "How long have you known each other?"

It seemed that she had known each other for a long time, but there was one thing she couldn't figure out.

Fengxian didn't hesitate, and said directly: "As soon as I have a memory, I will know it."

"His family used to be in Beijing, but later moved to Wucheng."

This is a thousand miraculous guesses.

She looked down for a moment and asked him: "When you were healing in the temple that year, he was also there. Why did I never see him visit you?"

Feng Xian frowned: "Is he here?"

"Yes, it happened that you two were both injured. It's just that his injury is not as serious as yours. You can go to the ground after lying in bed for a few days. You can keep your eyes for months?"

Feng Xian did not know what he was thinking, and was silent for a long time without speaking.

Qianmiao intuitively felt that there might be a story between the two men, thinking that it would be better not to ask too much.

Since Da Bai had never mentioned it to her, it would be a tedious story.

She put her hand on his arm, and the cold touch instantly pulled back her thoughts.

As soon as I lifted my eyes, I saw her clear and peachy eyes.

"Go eat barbecue."

Feng Xian blinked, and his emotions were sorted out, and the corners of his mouth returned to the comfort and comfort he had just now, and he smiled slightly.

He said: "It's cold below, I will prepare, you are waiting here."

"No, barbecue is to be eaten in the yard to feel."

With that, she lifted the quilt.

The next second, it was held down by Fengxian.

The man leaned forward, his face close to hers, and his voice was low: "This is winter, and no way will be allowed."

After that, he pushed her back and re-covered the quilt.

"I'll be here in a while."

When he walked out and closed the door, Qianmiao's lost eyes slowly focused.

She pressed her cheeks with the backs of two cool hands, and hammered her a little stuffy chest twice.

It was late at night, and only a dimly lit lamp remained in the corridor.

As soon as Feng Xian went out, he saw a figure turning around in a panic. It might be because of too much urgency that he could not stand at the moment he turned, and his body quickly fell to one side.

Feng Xian's eyes faintly swept over, and her long legs subconsciously kicked a chair next to her.

In the next second, the person fell directly onto the chair that slid past!

Zhang Xuela looked at the stair steps she was going to fall on, and her heart was lingering. If she really smashed it down, her face would have to be broken!

Fortunately, fortunately there is this chair!

Seeing the chair, she quickly turned to look at Fengxian who had just come out of the room.

The other party didn't stay at all, and had already stepped down the steps, as if he hadn't noticed her at all.

However, he really saved her just now.

"Thank you!" Zhang Xuela stood up with a heart-warming smile on her face.

She didn't get a response from the man, she thought, maybe she didn't hear it.

She quickly walked to the top of the stairs and looked down, just to see the man's profile and back.

This look made her feel sad again.

The photo with Bai Mi's hair is exactly the same as the back.