Chapter 391

After taking the vase and changing the water, ye Feifei carefully inserted the rose in the vase, and then sprayed some water drops on the petals with a sprinkling pot. After finishing her work, she did not care to lose a pile of branches and leaves of the washing table, and went out in a good mood.

When Su Mo Han's face was gloomy, he saw that ye Fei came out with a delicate crystal vase in her hand. The blue roses on it were full of dazzling luster and full of vitality. The tender green branches and leaves were stretched out, and the dark blue flowers weaved a kind of strong aesthetic feeling.

Su Mo Han's eyes suddenly lit up a few minutes, and his tight brow finally relaxed slowly.

Ye Fei put the rose on the tea table, and then because she had nothing to do, she leaned on the sofa and watched TV. She didn't know if it was still a little cold. She took the blanket from the bed and covered it on her leg.

Su Mo Han did not take the trouble to see the whole process of Ye Fei's tossing and turning, until ye Fei's complete tossing, and the rice in his bowl had not yet been eaten.

When the maid took the food away, Su Mo Han glanced at Ye Fei lightly. Her coat wrapped her up easily, and the blue and purple on her neck only showed a trace.

Su Mo Han took the ointment on the head of the bed and threw it directly in front of Ye Fei.

Ye Fei was hit by a pain, looked up at Su Mo Han, only a pity, but only saw his back.

Flat mouth, ye Fei sat up, took the ointment and began to daub her two wrists. More than ten minutes later, both wrists had a faint fragrance. She put the ointment directly on the tea table, obviously forgetting about her neck.

In fact, it really can't blame Ye Fei. After all, since Su Mohan nearly strangled her that day, she has hardly looked at the mirror. Although her voice and neck are not very comfortable, she doesn't think much about it. Naturally, she can't remember to put some medicine on her poor neck.

Su Mo Han's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally he got up and walked over and sat beside Ye Fei.

Looking at Su Mo Han blocking the TV, ye Fei frowns slightly and doesn't know what he wants to do?

But when she looked at him, he looked away and stretched out his hand and pulled off his coat wrapped around her.

The cold wind poured directly into Ye Fei's neck. Ye Fei slowly sat up and saw him staring at her neck. She didn't know what to do.

Su Mo Han wrung her eyebrows and took the ointment on the tea table, and her fingers were stained a little, but because ye Fei sat up, her posture was not very convenient.

Ye Fei is so Leng Leng looking at his side face to lose consciousness, sucked a nose, some unnatural move eyes.

"Lie down." Su Mo Han frowned and opened his mouth. His tone was not heavy, but he could not refuse.

Ye Fei lay on the sofa, slightly raised her neck, but her eyes, but not with her head together up, but has been quietly staring at Su Mo Han.

Su Mohan did not notice at first, but dealt with the blue and purple on her neck very seriously. There was a deep impression on her white jade neck, which looked dazzling.

He couldn't help but regret that he was cruel at that time, but now he thought that if that scene happened again, he would still be unable to control his anger.