Chapter 167

Feng Beichen has been soaking for a while, but he doesn't mean to come out at all.

Although the bath is a highly relaxing thing, it can't be soaked all the time. Everything is too much, too long will let the moisture in.

"Feng Zong!" The clock came near and reminded him softly that he had gone to sleep.

But she has been carefully observing him, and found that from time to time, his nose will be forced to smoke. Is he having any bad dreams in his sleep? Is he crying?

Such a strong man, is it vulnerable to such a situation? Her heart is rising from infinite, to her heartache.

"Feng Zong!" Zhong Zhen went one step further and gently took a little water with his hand and pressed it on his shoulder.

Feng North Chen this just um a, slowly open eyes, light say, "wipe down for me." As he said this, he stood up, and a string of drops of water rolled down his strong muscles.

Such a scene, really can't blame Zhong Zhen some color, she really can't resist such temptation.

She felt that her blood was burning, and her heart beat faster. In order to hide the embarrassment, she pulled the towel, lowered her head and half closed her eyes, trying to control her heart and wipe his body.

Wipe the upper body, put the towel on his body, help him step out of the bathtub, and then take a towel to help him wipe the water on his body.

Why is a man so handsome? Xin Chang's tall and straight posture, strong muscles, and bronze complexion, don't they force women to rush at him?

Sex eaters, whether men or women, who can suppress such a small excitement?

"Yes." Zhong Zhen quickly wiped the water off his body, and then turned to the bathtub. She wanted to relieve her tension by cleaning up.

Can't let him just look at her nervous face? She really couldn't do it. It felt like she had done something very wrong.

Feng Beichen went straight out. He felt really tired, so he wanted to put the whole person down on the comfortable big bed and have a close contact with the bed. He didn't want to think about anything else and didn't dare to think about it. At this time, Enron was in the hospital, should he be calm?

How he hoped that she would not be so calm again, how he hoped that she could wake up, even if it was good to quarrel with him, quarrel with him, beat him, scold him.

But Zhong Zhen is not at ease after all, for fear of taking care of her and appearing in any accident, he suppresses his uneasiness in his heart, and goes straight out to Feng Beichen, "Feng Zong, would you like a cup of milk or something before you go to bed?"

Feng Beichen stares at her one eye, how so long winded, when did he drink milk before going to bed? His sleep quality has always been excellent, generally do not need anything to help sleep, of course, there have been insomnia, that is when he is deeply missing her.

That night, he would like to be sober, want to read those years with her, memories can always comfort people's soul, and he wants to miss that moment more, there is another important reason, he is afraid that he will forget him one day!

"No Feng North Chen cold way, "you do your thing well, don't need extra tube me." He wants to be quiet a lot of time, not disturbing is not only a kind of courtesy, but also a kind of respect.

Since he was so clear and clear about the problem, Zhong Zhen naturally could not say anything more. She had to hum, and then quietly went back to the bathroom. Although it was a hotel, the sanitation still had to be improved. Otherwise, she would be very uncomfortable when she got up early tomorrow.

Zhong Zhen how also can't restrain the kind of loneliness in the heart, just the kind of blood boiling feeling slowly retreat, people also slowly calm down, this is the most real oneself.

Simply clean up, and then she quietly came out, and carefully looked at her notes, quickly typed them on her mobile phone, and then edited them with WPS, which was sent to Feng Beichen's mobile phone. When he woke up early tomorrow morning, he could read them whenever he had time.

Of course, she knew that if there was any problem, he would definitely tell him.

"I hope I can meet your requirements." Zhong Zhen's heart is very uneasy. She can realize that Feng Beichen is full of worries tonight, but she doesn't dare to ask, or she doesn't have any meaning. Of course, he won't open his heart to her.

She sighed gently, went to the bed, on the light of the moonlight, staring at the bed sleeping very deep, but some restless people, really want to go into his dream, to see what he is worried about?

Looking at his well-defined face, her hand can't help falling gently and touching like a dragonfly, for fear of waking him up. If it bothers him, it's really too troublesome. She can't make such a joke.

"What are you thinking?" Zhong Zhen's whispering, with the tip of his hand gently touch his eyebrows, want to tightly wrinkle there to open, life is short, why must be persistent in something?It was destined to be a sleepless night. Zhong Zhen sat next to him and looked at him a lot. Thinking about everything about herself, she felt that there was really no way to ask for anything. A deep sense of inferiority emerged in her heart.

She can't help but remind herself, "just do all the work you can do, and don't worry about anything else, just go along with the fate!"

Suiyuan is really a Buddhist saying. When you can't do something or control a certain situation, you always use this word to treat yourself or enlighten yourself.

But if it's not like this, how can we deal with life? There are too many things in life that can't be controlled by human resources. If we don't learn to find balance, how can we face such a long life?

The night is already deep, and there is still work to do tomorrow. Zhong Zhen knows that she can't go on like this, so she has to lie down and get close to him, feel his body temperature and breathing, close her eyes, slowly empty her brain, and finally go to sleep.

After a good sleep, Feng Beichen comes back to life with blood again the next day. He stretches his arm, turns his eyes, opens his eyes, and adapts to the light in the room. Looking around again, Zhong Zhen curls up like a prawn, and the quilt is all rolled up by him.

Maybe she's really cold, isn't she? So he gently got up, pulled the quilt to cover her.