Chapter 256

The sound of shallot flower, obviously still some unwilling, often porridge natural listen out.

I can't help feeling sorry. After all, it doesn't exist

"After changing the medicine, can sister conghou continue to play games with xiaoconghua?"

Did not wait for Chang Cong to breathe a sigh of relief, Xiao Conghua's words of Joy came back.

Chang Cong's subconscious heart clapped. This little ancestor is really difficult.

"Good, good, porridge sister will play games with xiaoconghua soon, OK?"

Chang Cong didn't refuse. He accepted it directly.

Just now, she was stupid. For a moment, her head didn't turn around.

Anyway, the little guy doesn't know what kind of game he's talking about. After that, he'll change her medicine and just play some games. What's the worry

She's really at the top of her rope.

"Yes, yes."

Xiaoconghua is naturally happy. She likes to play with her sister conghou.

Two people are talking and laughing, walking downstairs, ready to go to xiaoconghua's room, to change her dressing.

As for Fengting Mo, it's just another scene

Feng Tingmo in the room naturally didn't know what happened outside.

Although he was a little surprised to see the woman's action, he didn't doubt anything. He just thought that the woman was making a fool again.

After all, that woman's brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people. She often has some strange ideas.

During this period of contact, he also had some understanding.

And with that woman's ability, she won't do anything to hurt xiaoconghua, which is nothing to worry about.

So the hands moved again, wiping the dripping hair with a towel.

Because of the pause, the water drops on his head flow into his robe along his chest, leaving a string of water stains, which is very sexy.

It's a pity that no one can see such a provocative scene.

It's just, obviously, he'll soon find out that he's too early to worry.

Close the bathroom door, inadvertently raised his head, see the scene in front of him, eyes then become dark.

The corner of the mouth is tiny and the hand that wipes the hair is taken down. The low air pressure all over the body indicates that this man is angry.

"Often... Porridge... Porridge."

Word by word, read out the woman's name.

Every word, with a piercing cold, like the cold from the abyss of hell, let a person listen to unconsciously fear.

Now the thread in his head is straight on.

Inexplicably disappeared laughter, holding shallot run out

It was obviously designed by that woman. She knew she would be angry, so she thought of this bad idea.

It seems that the "tongue sticking" before leaving is obviously not stupid, but a naked provocation!

"Good, good."

The man left a few words, no longer words.

Originally looks angry expression, suddenly calm down, let a person can't see the slightest clue.

Just inexplicably, people feel that the pressure is even greater. In a quiet way, it is even more dangerous than just now.

The man no longer looks at the messy scene in front of him, turns to the cupboard, takes out his clothes and puts them on.

Women, they dare to run away when they make mistakes. That's good. Stupid enough.

Just arrived at xiaoconghua's room, Chang Cong, who was going to change her dressing, suddenly felt cold behind her, and unconsciously shook her body.

How do you feel someone is thinking about you

He shook his head and threw the idea out of his head.

You don't have to think about it. I'm afraid the man has seen the tragedy outside.

In the heart is inexplicable some excitement, always feel oneself pull back 10%.

Unfortunately, I can't see a man's face change with my own eyes.

I guess it must be wonderful

This side often porridge is still secretly regret, that side Feng court Mo change clothes, go out directly.

The hair is still half dry, but obviously men don't care.

"Change everything in the house."

Go out to stand at the door of the maid, explain, turned downstairs.

"Yes."

Although the maid was surprised, but good training let her success without showing a flaw, clever response.

I don't know why I feel that the pressure of the young master is so low, and there is something sinister in his tone.

It seems that someone is going to have bad luck

But it's not something she can talk about. You'd better do what the young master ordered right away.

I don't know what happened, but I want to replace them all.

Is it because Miss Chang slept here last night

"Where is she?"

Feng Ting Mo went downstairs and did not find the figure of Chang Cong.

Sitting directly on the sofa, the maid handed him honey water to moisten his throat.

"Ah?"

I didn't hear it clearly for a moment. The maid asked subconsciously.

After reflecting what he had done, he trembled, stepped back a few steps, thought about it carefully, and roughly understood what the young master said.

"Young master is asking, Miss Chang?"

The maid asked cautiously. After all, the young master only said a few words. She was not sure. She had to figure it out by herself.

Feng Tingmo didn't respond, but he was still drinking tea.

But no response is the best answer.

The maid felt a little relieved. She knew what she was asking, so it was easy to do.

"If you go back to the young master, Miss Chang will go directly to Miss Chang's room after carrying her downstairs. It seems that Miss Chang wants to change her dressing."

The maid replied respectfully, without a trace of concealment.

It's also a coincidence that when Chang Cong came back to the room with Xiao Conghua in her arms, she was clearing the table when she heard the conversation between them.

Feng Tingmo still didn't respond. After the maid answered, she retreated to the back. It was obvious that she had escaped, or she had to wait carefully.

"Ah Mo is up. Where's the girl Chang?"

Mr. Feng came out of the door. It seems that he should have been up a long time ago. He will look energetic. He should have gone out for morning exercises. He is obviously in a good mood.

Because only when he is in a good mood, Feng is willing to go out for a few circles to exercise.

At the moment, Feng's tone was also obviously his pleasure.

Hearing Feng's voice, Feng Tingmo raised his head and saw Feng's smiling face. Feng Tingmo didn't understand what he meant.

It seems that what happened last night was inseparable from the participation of Feng Lao.

I just don't know what role he plays in it

But Feng Tingmo didn't plan to answer. He still drank his honey tea as if it were a rare treasure.

Looking at Feng Tingmo's appearance, Feng Laodao was not angry. He naturally knew Mo's temper.

"You smelly boy, I helped you so much yesterday, even if you don't thank me, I'm still stubborn."