Feng Sujin's whole body was trembling. She thought that although it was small here, it was the place where she and her sister lived. Her nose was sour.

She could hardly control her emotions, so she cried.

Jun Mohan comes in and looks at all the chaos in the room and understands what.

He sighed in his heart, hugged Feng Sujin in his arms and patted her on the back. "Ah Jin, don't hold it back, just cry if you want to!"

Jun Mo's cold voice is so gentle, with the taste of heartache and comfort.

Feng Sujin felt the pain of being hurt. Thinking of her experiences in Feng's family, her tears could no longer control them.

This cry, really like the opening of the gate, continues to outflow.

In those years, she was actually a little tired. Many times, she was in despair. She thought that she couldn't hold on. If she hadn't met Jun Mohan, she couldn't imagine what she was like now. She would have died.

Feng Sujin thought, holding on to Jun Mohan's shirt with both hands, crying out all the pain and grievances.

Jun Mohan can't see feng Sujin crying, but just now she exudes such a sad and forbearing atmosphere, even he feels it.

He didn't want her to hold some emotions. Maybe it would be better to cry.

But seeing her crying like this, his heart was burned and hurt by these tears, and he was reluctant to let her out.

Feng Sujin cried so much that she couldn't breathe when she smoked.

Jun Mohan feels something wrong and pulls out Feng Sujin from his arms. Seeing her like this, his face changes. He lowers his head and clasps the back of Feng Sujin's head and kisses her lip directly.

Although it's a kiss, but Jun Mohan is appeasing Feng Sujin with his own breath, and giving her crossing Qi.

Kissing and kissing, Jun Mohan whispered: "ah Jin, darling, breathe, breathe..."

In such a domineering and gentle kiss, the wind element Jin mood gradually stable, there is a king ink cold cross gas, she also breathed up.

Look at Feng Sujin. It's only when Jun Mohan lets her go slightly, caresses her back and helps her get along.

His little wife! It's hard for him to feel at ease.

Jun Mohan wipes away tears for Feng Sujin and says with heartache, "go home, eh?"

Feng Sujin is a little ashamed. She feels as if she worries him again. She gently reaches out her hand and hooks Jun Mohan's fingers. "I'll go in and look for something."

Jun Mohan looks down at his hand and feels that his little wife is courting him carefully. He sighs in his heart. He can't help but want to pet her. "OK."

Feng Sujin took out a box from under the bed and looked it was still intact. She sighed, "I only need this, let's go home!"

Back home, after dinner, Feng Sujin carefully wiped the box with paper and opened it.

There are family photos of her, her parents and her sister, as well as a picture of her own childhood.

Jun Mohan prepares fruit for Feng Sujin and sits down on the sofa. "What are you looking at, so serious?"

Feng Sujin showed the photo to Jun Mohan, "look, this is my childhood photo. Is it cute or not?"

She thought she was beautiful as a child.

Jun Mo's cold eyes are as tender as water. When he looks down at the picture, he looks like he has stopped breathing.

Jun Mohan's hands are shaking.