Chapter 854

Wen Junshi raised his head and said with a smile, "didn't you ask that when you saw me just now?"

"I want to make sure that you are really good, if you are not good..." Stop here, Zhou Yao didn't go on.

If you are not good, maybe I will consider letting Feng Ao go.

All the guilt and guilt, let me bear.

Wen Junshi saw Zhou Yao's mind, shook his head and held his hand in his backhand. "A Yao, don't worry. I'm very well. No matter what happens, I'm psychologically prepared. I'll be strong and brave to accept it. That's what I should bear, isn't it?"

Pause for a while, she don't start, brush hair, some unnatural asked: "my parents and my brother, they, they are OK?"

Since she left with Feng Ao, she didn't contact them once.

Dare not contact.

She was afraid that as long as she contacted them and heard their voices, her so-called insistence would be defeated.

In fact, after she left, Pei Li fell ill. Wen Jingyu was not very well. Wen Hanzhang looked for her everywhere, and they were worried about her.

But these words, Zhou Yao can't bear to say to her, aggravate her guilt.

"They're all fine. Don't worry."

Nodding, I don't know if Xiang believes this when I hear the poem.

When the food came up, they picked up chopsticks and ate one mouthful without another.

Wen Junshi couldn't eat it. He put down his chopsticks and suddenly handed over a tissue in front of his eyes.

She is slightly surprised, lift Mou to see Zhou Yao, "a Yao?"

Zhou Yao stuffed the tissue into her palm.

After hearing Jun's poem, he came over and cried.

Tears one drop two drops three drops, and then wantonly fall, she holds the paper to smoke, cannot cry oneself.

"At first, he had nightmares and couldn't sleep well. Later, he didn't speak for a long time. I know that he was sad."

After a pause, Wen Junshi sobbed, "he began to hide from me and didn't let me know everything, but how could I not know what he was thinking."

No, but, what if I don't?

"He, what will he do?" Looking at Zhou Yao, Wen Jun asked.

Zhou Yao twisted his eyebrows and shook his head: "I don't know. Everything will be decided by the court."

Wen Junshi gave a weak smile and licked his lower lip. "I'll take you to see him."

"Good."

Back to where they lived, Wen Junshi opened the door and turned aside. "Ah Yao, you go in. I think, I want to breathe outside."

Zhou Yao squeezed her shoulder and pushed the door open to enter the room.

Immediately shut the door, Wen Juanshi shrunk, slowly slid down on the ground, holding his shoulder and weeping silently.

Compared with the mess outside, the room is very clean and even has a faint fragrance.

Knowing that Wen Junshi lived in such an environment, Zhou Yao was obviously relieved.

Inside, there were two bedrooms, one of which was half closed. Zhou Yao subconsciously felt that Feng Ao should be in that bedroom.

Gently push open the door, sure enough, see a person back to the door direction, sitting on the bed.

Zhou Yao stood at the door and didn't go in immediately.

Looking from his back, Feng Ao has lost more than a little weight. When he thought of what he had just heard from Jun Shi, he didn't know what he felt. He was always uncomfortable.

"Zhou Yao."

Feng Ao told him to stand up.

Four eyes opposite, Feng Ao showed a faint smile.

He's in good spirits. There's a slight bruise on his chin.

Zhou Yao came in and stood in front of him.

Feng Ao stretched out his hand and held him by the shoulder. "Long time no see."

Zhou Yao spread his arms, hugged Feng AO and said in a deep voice, "long time no see."

Let go of each other, Feng Ao pointed to the bed, "sit down."

Zhou Yao sat down and listened to him say, "I should have mentioned all the poems to you, right?"

"Well." Nodding, Zhou Yao frowned, "do you think about it? Do you really want to come back to Tancheng with me

He should know what it means to go back, and his poems with Wen Jun may be over.

Feng Ao said with a bitter smile, "I know. I've had enough. Day and night restlessness, day and night torture, perhaps go back, can extricate

"What do you want to do with good poetry?"

Feng Ao was stunned and then laughed, "she and I, that's it..."

"No!"

Suddenly, a female voice came from the door.

When they heard the sound, they only saw Junshi standing there biting his lips.

"Poetry."

"How can you say that?" Wen Junshi strode forward and grabbed Feng Ao's skirt. "We, didn't we agree?"

Feng Ao holds her wrist, her eyes are sad, "Shishi, you are good, I can't bear you, you don't want to..."

"We agreed." "No matter how long, I'll wait for you," he said

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He said that he would return to Tancheng early tomorrow morning. Zhou Yao thought that on the last night, Feng AO and Wen Junshi must have a lot to say, so he left early.The Zhou family.

As soon as Zhou Yao came into the living room, Gao Xing was the first to meet him and hold his arm

Zhou Yao touched her hair and let out a sound.

Lift eyes, see Mo West dye ran want to cry of looking at oneself.

Gao Xing spat out and whispered, "mom is angry with you."

With a sigh, Zhou Yao let go of Gao Xing and stepped forward

"Don't call me." Mo Xi ran covered her eyes and cried, "you are so bad! How bad

Embarrassed, Zhou Yao turns to his father for help.

Zhou Yanchen's face is straight, Phoenix eyes reveal information: you make your mother sad, I will not let you go.

Waste a lot of energy, finally coax good Mo West dye, as for Zhou Yanchen, as long as his wife is good, he is no big deal.

I heard that Zhou yaoran was worried about taking away Shifeng this time

Zhou Yao was silent, and Gao Xing secretly held his hand.

She knew that he must be very sad, and she was also sad for Shishi. She was such a good girl.

"Xiao Bao, if you can, you should help Feng Ao, not to mention anything else, at least for the sake of poetry."

Zhou Yao shook his head, "everything is decided by the court. Feng Ao must pay the price he should pay."

We can't avoid the punishment.

Shan.

President's office.

"The meeting with Mr. Xiao has been changed to tomorrow evening for you, and the afternoon video conference has been changed to tomorrow morning."

Huang Jingwen closed the folder in her hand, "if there's nothing wrong, I'll go out first."

"Well." Shan feiye pinched her eyebrows and waved to her, "go out."

"Hum."

When the mobile phone rings, Shan non night looks at the caller and picks it up.

"Uncle Feng."

"You called me today?"

"Well, I'd like to ask if you have time today. I'll come to see you this afternoon."

Over there, Feng Zhengxiang gave a pause and said, "it's not night. You don't have to come here. There's nothing wrong with your health. You don't have to..."

"Uncle Feng, most doctors advise people to have a regular physical examination. Why don't you let me have one?" His tone was joking. "Well, uncle Feng, I'll come to see you this afternoon."

With that, the phone hung up.

Converged the facial expression on the face, Shan Fei night looking at the front in a daze.

Feng Zhengxiang sighed and looked at the mobile phone in his hand.

The single non night inspection started ten years ago, every three months, which is very frequent.

In fact, he once recommended him to see a psychologist, but Shan feiye refused every time.

I don't know how long it will take.

Shaking his head, Feng Zhengxiang rang the inside line on the desk, "get ready, and I'll be free in the afternoon."

At 3 p.m., Shan non night arrived at the hospital on time.

What Feng Zhengxiang arranged for him was still the routine inspection items, which he did all night without saying a word.

It wasn't until after 7 o'clock that all the inspections were completed.

"The results will come out tomorrow. I'll call you."

"Good." Shan feiye nodded and stood up, "please uncle Feng, I'll go first."

"It's not night." Stop him, Feng Zhengxiang said: "if you believe uncle Feng, I suggest you go to see a psychiatrist. I know a very good doctor, and I'll arrange it for you, OK?"