Chapter 1288

With the heating in the car, Huarong fell asleep. She had a lot of messy dreams. Maybe it was because of Fengjin. Those dreams were related to him.

When the car stopped, she opened her eyes and saw the man with her eyes closed.

Such a young master's beautiful and delicate face was detestable in her eyes.

Dream of a lot of his bad past, Huarong looked at him for a while, the heart that because of a long separation and reunion of some of the soft hearted, also gradually be frozen up.

Generally speaking, she can allow Fengjin to hurt her, but she will not allow this person to hurt her wantonly forever. Instead of waiting for the heart to be damaged by him, it is better to dig out the whole heart and throw it away.

In those years, in order to be with him, she had done a lot of humble and patient things. Now she has few memories and only feels childish and ridiculous.

Feng Jin slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms. He couldn't help but close her arms and put her face in her arms. Huarong allows him to hold it, raises his wrist and looks at his watch. It's four o'clock, wasting her one plane ticket. This guy is really damned.

She calculated the time and thought about when she would fly back to the United States at night to arrive at her destination. Feng Jin looked at her movements and knew what she was thinking. His face sank slightly and his voice was dumb and asked, "what are you thinking?"

"When should I buy a plane?"

"Next life." Feng Jin answered coldly, opened the door and took the man out.

This is his property in London, which is specially used for his small residence in London.

In the afternoon, Fengge and Fengsheng are taking a nap, and special people take them with them.

Huarong walked in with him and saw the small children's chair on the ground and the children's toys piled on the sofa. She looked at the gadgets for a while, and stayed there for a long time. Feng Jin looked at her quietly. After feeling her sight, she asked, "do you want to see the children?"

Huarong regained consciousness and shook her head with a smile. Her ear thread in her blue and blue neck short hair was shining with a glittering cold light.

Feng brocade Mou color is dark, did not say what again, pull her to go upstairs.

There was a faint smell of milk in the air, and the face of the flower was a little confused. She didn't know what she was thinking until she was pulled into a clean and spacious bedroom by Fengjin.

Looking at the man in front of her, she stepped back and asked, "what do you want to do?"

Feng Jin stepped forward and stood in front of her. In the sun, she was shrouded in his shadow. The slender boy in her memory had become a mature man with a tall and strong man's physique.

Hua looks inexplicably in a trance. The past of her school days always seems to have just passed, but the teenager she loves has changed a lot. He finally met the woman he liked and was no longer her little boy.

He put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Rongrong, I haven't done it for a long time."

Well, it's shameless. Did he dare to say that before?

He exhaled hot air blowing in her ear, let her ear a little tingling, Huarong raised his eyes and squinted at him, the demon's smile: "I just made it with Chuxi last night, and it's still swollen. I'll call Liu Sisi for you."