Jun Mohan just put the hair dryer aside, and heard that Feng Sujin suddenly came out with such a sentence, his action in his hand.

Jun Mohan looks down at Feng Sujin's face and finds that she is serious.

Jun Mohan took this sentence seriously. "Ah Jin, are you willing to treat him like that?"

Feng Su Jin blinked and did not understand what she did not give up. "Why did she give up?"

Looking at Feng Sujin's confused and innocent appearance, Jun Mohan sighed: "he used to be the one who taught you. You took him as a senior and a good teacher in your heart. In any case, he at least sheltered you for a while."

Jun Mohan is considering the feelings of Feng Sujin and doesn't want to fight with Nalan Yunqing.

He didn't want to make Feng Sujin feel bad, let alone make her embarrassed.

Feng Sujin was shocked. She didn't expect that Jun Mohan would think so. She was thinking about it.

If he doesn't say it, she won't know at all.

When Feng Sujin listened to this, her heart could no longer be calm, and her heart lake was full of ripples.

Feng Sujin was so touched that she hugged Jun Mohan's neck, leaned her head on his shoulder and held him tightly.

Her husband is always so good. She doesn't know how to treat him better.

Jun Mohan didn't want to say these things, for fear of making his little wife's mood unstable. At this time, she is holding herself so dependent. He has some heartache. He can only gently pat her back, just like coaxing a child, to calm her mood.

After a while, Jun Mohan felt that his neck was a little wet, and his whole body was shocked by his actions.

Jun Mo cold some worry will wind Su Jin pull down, look down at her, "how to cry?"

Jun Mohan can't see the most is that Feng Sujin cries. Seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart follows the pain.

Jun Mohan pulls out a tissue to wipe tears for Feng Sujin. "Well, don't cry, don't cry, just now I shouldn't have said those words to make you sad."

Jun Mohan only thought that Feng Sujin's tears really burned his heart, his gorgeous eyebrows and heart slightly frowned, and coaxed Feng Sujin with heartache, just thinking of letting her stop crying.

Feng Sujin lowered her eyelashes and shivered. Hearing the words of Jun Mohan, she suddenly looked up. "Why do you think I cry?"

Jun Mohan touched the hair of Feng Sujin, with a look of love in his complicated eyes. Some words, they understood each other's hearts, and didn't have to say too clearly.

She has her past, which he did not participate in. He will not judge right or wrong. What he can do is to make her happy in the future.

Feng Sujin looked at Jun Mohan with such a look, and could guess what he thought.

Feng Sujin gently beat the chest of Xiajun Mohan, "you think wrong, I shed tears because I was moved, you know, my lacrimal glands are relatively developed, when there are many emotions, it is easy to shed tears, I am not because of others, I am because of you."

Jun Mohan caresses Feng Sujin's hair with his hands, and there is a flash of bright light in her eyes, "a Jin, you..."

Jun Mohan has some uncertain openings, but he doesn't know what to ask.

Feng Sujin takes the initiative to kiss the cold lips of Xiajun ink, which is to say, to bite his lips.

Feng Sujin wanted to bite and hurt Jun Mohan, but she didn't give up her strength. After she retreated, she looked at him seriously and said, "Nalan Yunqing really has nothing to do with me. I used to appreciate him for taking me to study and guiding my design, but later I was disappointed with him. Now I am a stranger to him. My husband is called Jun Mohan. It's you. I love you. We are a family. "