Chapter 342

"Go back and take medicine." Su Mo Han hands the paper bag to Ye Fei and looks at her face.

Ye Fei nodded after she took it. She couldn't help looking at him more. She saw that when he was talking, a piece of white gas would be exhaled from his mouth. After hazy his appearance, she soon dispersed.

"Then I'll go back first." Ye Fei spoke softly.

Su Mo Han just stood there looking at her and didn't speak again.

After leaving a few steps, ye Fei turned her head and said to him, "drive slowly on your way. Don't be so busy until late. Go back early."

"Well."

Seeing his reply, ye Fei turned back again and walked out a few steps. She remembered that the scarf on her neck had not been returned to him. She ran back again: "the scarf has not been given to you yet."

"You can wear it back. I can't use it when I drive."

Ye Fei looks at his neck exposed in the air, shakes her head, and insists on returning the scarf to him. Su Mohan frowns slightly, and puts on the scarf that ye Fei has just taken off again, and ties a very ugly button to her.

"Be obedient." Su Mohan gently dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Ye Fei nodded, her nose was sour, and she did not argue with him any more. She trotted all the way to the steps in front of the door, as if she was running away from something, and got into the door directly.

Su Mo Han see her safe back to the room, this just returned to the car, start the car, gradually disappeared in the night.

Neither Su Mo Han nor ye Fei noticed that in a room on the second floor, the old man of song sat by the window and took a panoramic view of everything outside the window.

Until he heard the sound of the door lock and confirmed that ye Fei was back in the room, the master song turned his wheelchair and went back to the table. He couldn't help sighing, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Fei went back to the room, and then quickly got into the bed. Until she got warm again, she took off the scarf that Su Mo Han tied on her body.

On the scarf, there is still his Qinglie, but ye Fei looks at the scarf, her nose is inexplicably sour, and her eyes are also red, until more than 20 minutes later, the mobile phone slightly shakes.

Ye Fei took out her mobile phone and took a look at it: I arrived, remember to wipe the medicine.

The tears that had been forced to endure finally burst out of her eyes. Ye Fei turned her head and wept on the pillow. In her hand, she still tightly held the scarf left by Su Mohan for her.

This night, ye Fei didn't know when she fell asleep. She only remembered that, in the end, she forgot to put some medicine on her face.

Ye Fei put ice on her eyes and sent a short message to Su Mo Han: are you free today? Go out with me.

The text message came back ten minutes later, only a short good word.

Ye Fei, who got a definite reply, soon got up and gave her eyes swelling. She said goodbye to her husband and went back to her rented house in a hurry.

After returning to the rental house, ye Fei turned out all the clothes and shoes Su Mohan had bought for herself during this period, and tried them one by one in front of a small mirror half a person high.

Well, pink It's too tender

Red It's too eye piercing

Black? It's a bit old-fashioned.

She finally picked out a round neck sweater with silver sequins on her chest. She wore a pair of warm leggings, a black leather skirt and a pair of comfortable silver casual shoes on her legs.

Ye Fei nodded with satisfaction, and then gave herself a delicate make-up. Finally, she covered herself with a leather jacket.