Chapter 396

In the end, she didn't know what she was doing. She was only supported by her remaining will. Otherwise, she would have collapsed.

All she knew was that the car seemed to have finally stopped.

Extreme mental tension, so that her consciousness is very lax.

Ear seems to hear the sound of a man closing the door, has been out of the car.

She suspected it was an illusion of her own.

After a few seconds of slowing down and making sure that the car really stopped, not his own illusion, Chang grui immediately struggled to get out of the car.

When stepping on the ground, Chang Cong faltered and almost fell on the ground.

Fortunately, her quick reaction, fingers firmly grasped the door, this did not let himself directly kneel on the ground.

It's just the instant tension, which makes her dizziness more serious.

At least eased for a while, let oneself stand firm, often porridge porridge with the greatest strength ran to one side of the garden, can no longer suppress the spit up.

All the way to suppress themselves, this suddenly stopped the spirit to relax, often porridge can no longer suppress.

He vomited in the dark, and his face turned pale, even more bloodless.

"Oh, Miss Chang, what's the matter with you?"

When the gardener, who was pruning flowers, heard something moving here, he came to have a look, only to find that he had vomited the dark porridge, which made him cry out in fright.

And his big voice, also called to leave quickly Feng Ting mo.

The man's step stops instantly, turns around and looks at Chang Cong, who is almost kneeling down by the garden. His pupils shrink instantly.

The brain has not yet reflected anything, the pace has been toward the direction of often porridge.

Chang Cong only felt that his head was a little confused. He seemed to hear someone's voice. He tried to look up and see what a man said in front of him.

Chang Cong laboriously waved his hand, indicating that he was not in any serious trouble.

In addition, his voice is too loud, which makes his head more uncomfortable. If Chang Cong didn't have the strength to speak, he would be shut up for the first time.

Although I know that he is kind-hearted, it really makes her worse.

It's a pity that the man can't understand her meaning. He's still chattering about something. The success makes Chang Cong's brow even tighter.

She can't vomit anything now. She didn't eat anything in the morning. After she went to the hospital, she was very busy. She didn't have time to eat anything. She just drank some water.

So she didn't vomit anything at all, just a little bitter water.

It would have been nice to slow down, but the gardener looked at her pale face and was really scared. He didn't care about anything else.

"Shut up."

Just when Chang Cong felt that his head was going to explode, and the gardener was still shouting and thinking about what to do, the man's cold voice succeeded in making the world quiet again.

The man's voice is not big, but the tone is full of momentum. Where has the gardener seen such a battle.

With a small quail general, stay in the side, dare not make any noise.

Often porridge at this time of virtual closed eyes, just seems to hear the man's voice, can't distinguish true and false.

Now she doesn't have so much energy to take care of the outside world. She just feels that the world has finally calmed down. Chang Cong is relieved, and her headache is lighter.

And then I feel like I'm being picked up.

The smell of grass familiar to men suppresses the nausea of congee.

It's like the last straw of a dying man. Often gruel greedily absorbs the fresh breath. It seems that it's not enjoyable. It buries the whole person in the man's arms and takes a deep breath.

Success feels that the man is walking a stiff body, often porridge slightly hook the corner of the mouth, but did not leave, still attached to the man's chest, greedy breathing.

There is only a thin shirt between the two people, which is almost negligible.

Often porridge hot breathing, easy to spray on the man's chest, causing a burst of hot.

Chang porridge is intentional, as early as the man picked up her moment, she knew that he came back.

These days of contact, let Chang Cong Cong for the man's breath, again familiar, so in his near moment, she recognized him.

But she has no strength to continue to fight with men, so obediently was held in the arms of men.

Just did not expect that the man's breath, to suppress her nausea so useful.

It's no wonder that she will act next. After all, it's all his fault, isn't it?

If you think about it, you will feel more at ease.

The whole person buried in a man's arms, let the man's clean breath surround him, did not realize how much he looks like now, like a hooligan.

Feeling the woman's more and more unrestrained action, Feng Tingmo's canthus looked fiercely, and his look was a little dim.

"Chang Cong, I didn't expect you to have such a side."

The man looked at Chang Cong with a satisfied look on his face and said thoughtfully that it really refreshed his understanding of this woman.

This woman, every day will give him a new feeling, people really can't see through, what kind of person she is.

However, Chang Cong in his arms didn't intend to pay attention to him, just as he didn't hear anything.

As soon as Xiaolian was buried, she didn't say anything. Only her ears proved that she was still listening.

"Oh, good."

The man sneered and looked at the woman who was pretending to be dead in his arms, staring at her so quietly.

Although Chang Cong's eyes are closed, she has a keen sense of sight. Naturally, she can feel that men's terrible sight has been wandering on her.

After swallowing her saliva, she decided to stick to her career by pretending to be dead. Now she has no strength and can't walk back by herself. It's better to stay in a man's arms.

Make up one's mind, Chang Cong grasps the finger of Feng Tingmo's sleeve and makes more effort. She is really afraid that the man who has no quality will throw himself directly on the ground.

The action of Chang Cong, Feng Tingmo naturally found in an instant. Looking at his black hand on his sleeve, Feng Tingmo really wanted to throw this woman out.

Because just now when Chang Cong was spitting in the garden, he couldn't stand steadily and helped the land to support his body, so his hands were mud.

At this time, holding the cuff of Mo Jiebai, the two form a sharp contrast.

But often porridge do not know this thing, also unknowingly rub rub, let oneself find a better focus.

Feng Tingmo

God knows how much effort he expended to cut off these two claws!