Chapter 81

Feng moye glances sideways, holds Cheng Ran's wrist and frowns.

"Why are you always so defensive?"

This is not the first time he was suddenly attacked. He is only in his twenties. It should be the most innocent time, but there seems to be something in her eyes that he can't understand.

Intuition told him that Che Jin certainly didn't investigate Cheng Ran's affairs, at least they didn't know much.

The information deceives people, but a person's behavior and her eyes can't be covered up.

Cheng ran saw that it was Feng moye. She looked embarrassed. She sat up at the head of the bed and brushed her hair.

"Sorry, I thought I was a thief. My instinct didn't hurt you?"

"I'm used to it."

When he was not, she would have noticed if she touched her without her knowledge and her hands were not close.

Cheng ran can't see feng moye's doubts.

"When I was a child, I lived in the countryside with my grandmother. The door lock was not very good, public security was not good, and I often made thieves, so I would be extra vigilant."

If she says so, Feng moye should not doubt it. There are often thieves in the countryside, but she is not afraid.

Feng moye pulls out a cigarette from his suit coat and lights it. The palm of his hand supports his jaw and looks ready to listen to the story.

"What about your medicine? Where did you learn it?"

"Grandma used to know an old traditional Chinese medicine. She was worried that I didn't have a high education and was stupid, so she entrusted me to him for several years."

What she said was flowing, and her facial expression was extremely natural. There was no clue. Her words were appropriate, as if she were telling her own story.

Feng moye takes a cigarette and spits out a good-looking eye circle. The man's fingers holding the cigarette are very good-looking, slender and white, like a pair of hands playing the piano. Those deep eyes seem to be hidden in the fog and mysterious and sexy.

He didn't speak, and Cheng ran didn't know whether he believed it or not, but whether he believed it or not, he couldn't find out the real information about himself.

But it would be better if he didn't doubt himself. She has to be busy telling lies. It's inevitable that she will have a long dream after a long time.

It's better to find out how Feng moye wants to find out after she has investigated grandma's affairs. By that time, she doesn't know where to go.

Feng moye generally understood: "that is to say, grandma raised you and worried about whether you can support yourself in the future?"

"Nonsense, do you expect my heartless father who abandoned his wife and daughter to take care of me?"

For Cheng Zhiming, from the moment he abandoned their mother and daughter, her heart has long been dead, and she also despised the coldness of the world. People can be so fickle that they can ignore their own flesh and blood. So is her biological father, not to mention a man who has no blood relationship with himself.

Therefore, no matter how good Feng moye is to her now, she will no longer easily trust any man, especially the man's mouth. When she loves you, everything is right. When she doesn't love you, she can find out thousands of reasons to hurt you.

As long as a woman doesn't touch a man, her life is like taking a ladder to the top.

Feng moye pressed out the unfinished cigarette, came forward with his hands around his shoulder, hugged the man in his arms and patted him on the back.

"Don't worry, my husband will love you well in the future. There is no dead corner pain of 360 degrees, and I promise to find all your missing love."

Cheng ran jerked from the corner of his eye, subconsciously pushing Feng moye, but Feng moye held her in his arms, as if to rub her into the bone marrow.

His warm palm patted Cheng ran on the back as if he were coaxing a child. His voice was soft and patient.

"There are only two of us in the room. You don't have to be embarrassed, wife. Just lean against your husband."

Cheng ran really wants to slap him to death and talk nonsense. If she was so fragile, she could still get to this point.

Obviously, he doesn't like other people's touch, but he is really a little comfortable patting himself, especially his warm body. She has a problem since childhood. She is cold. She is afraid of cold in all seasons except summer.

Feng moye hugged her like this, which not only warmed her body, but also seemed to gradually open her cold heart.

For the time being, think of him as a warm.

Maybe his arms were too comfortable. Cheng ran actually fell asleep on his shoulder. Finally, she didn't even know how she lay back in bed. She just felt as if there was a wet feeling on her forehead, and then fell asleep.

The next day, when Cheng ran woke up, it was already bright outside, and Feng Siqi's noise came from outside.

"It's becoming more and more outrageous. Whose newly married daughter-in-law still doesn't get up after sleeping. Is this a daughter-in-law? It's obviously the ancestor."

Zhang Ma advised Feng Siqi.

"Second young lady, keep your voice down. The young master told you to let your wife sleep more."

When Feng Siqi heard Zhang's mother say this, she became more and more jealous. She had never enjoyed such treatment. Only when she was ill, ah ye made an exception to let her have more rest. She got up earlier than chickens on weekdays.

The rules of closing the house are very strict. No one in the family is allowed to sleep in at all.

Cheng Ran is good. Even if his background and family background are not worthy of ah ye, he has set up a spectrum, which breaks the rule of closing his home.

However, apart from Grandpa, ah Ye is the master of the family. He has always been strong. No one in the whole family dares to provoke him, let alone disobey his meaning.

She really doesn't believe it. She can't clean up Cheng ran.

Feng Siqi pulls up her sleeve and pushes the door in directly. When she lifts Cheng Ran's quilt, she will pull people up. Cheng Ran is angry to get up. Before everyone slows down, Feng Siqi pulls them up with brute force.

Immediately, the face was shrouded in cold, and the temperature of the whole room dropped sharply. Zhang's mother standing at the door couldn't help rubbing her arms.

Why is it so cold.

Cheng ran didn't do it, but a pair of sharp eyes swept over. Just now, Feng Siqi's anger was half down. Her eyes looked at Cheng ran flustered.

"You... You don't see what time it is. You're still sleeping. My brother has already left. Why are you still lying in bed?"

Cheng ran holds the quilt and glances at Feng Siqi disdainfully.

"Why, if you can't sleep late, you envy me that I can sleep?"

Feng Siqi put her hands around her chest: "what do you have to make me jealous? If you want to be born without birth, you are like a small citizen. You don't even understand the most basic rules."

Cheng ran sat cross legged on the bed. With that appearance, he really didn't mean to get up.

"You can't be jealous of me in other aspects, but you have to admit that my husband loves me very much..."