Chapter 1370

She sat by the bed and watched Feng Jin go to get the hair dryer.

The sun shines on the man's tall body, his eyes and eyebrows are smiling, and his white skin shows a bit of milk white delicacy in the light and shadow. It looks like a big warm boy.

I don't know how she liked him before.

Fengjin dried her hair and put on warm pajamas for her. His hair blowing skill was not good. Huarong's dull blue short hair, which had a fashion sense, was blown fluffy by him, and there was no shape at all.

He smoothed her hair and looked down at her.

Huarong plays with the hair on her hands and feels the man's sight. Her tone is cool: "why?"

"I mean it." He reached out and hugged her cherishingly. "I won't let you go back to America."

"Oh..." Huarong didn't react very much. She was held by Feng Jin, her face was pasted on his warm chest, and the fresh heartbeat of man's chest came from eardrum.

She had always felt that if she could not get the heart, it would be good to get people.

Later, I felt that if I couldn't get the heart, I didn't want it.

She has been so stubborn and willful to live, stubborn, paranoid, but also very careful.

Of course, she would not forgive Feng Jin.

Punish him, revenge him, hurt him, dump him, she has no mercy.

However, the man who always walked forward and never looked back at her finally stopped and turned around to take a real heart to her. When she was in front of her, she even recoiled.

What was once unattainable was now in front of her, but she was afraid.

Huarong of course did not feel that she was afraid of this mood. Although Fu Tingyuan saw through her, she regarded this escape as a "timely stop loss".

In her opinion, Fengjin is still the unreliable one. He is still a huge risk and a big trouble. She knew how passionate she had been for him, and she didn't want to go back to that state.

Love a person is very hard, she is greedy for pleasure, wanton indulgence, only wasted time on him, of course, do not want to continue to waste on the same person.

Huarong thought, she has not had enough of a person's world, she just don't put him back in again.

"I want to sleep."

Feng Jin released her and consciously opened the quilt and squeezed into a bed with her.

Huarong sat at the head of the bed staring at him. Fengjin held out her arm and kissed her on her face: "darling."

Huarong took another bite on his chin.

The man laughed in a low voice, folded his arm, let her whole person be held in his arms, Huarong struggled for a few times, and then he hugged him meekly and closed his eyes.

Fengjin vaguely got to know how to get along with Huarong.

Women are duplicity, her words, sometimes don't need to listen to too much, hugging hard kiss can be.

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after being hospitalized for half a month, Huarong was finally discharged from hospital.

This month, Huarong ate a lot of tonic soup. When she was discharged from the hospital, her face was ruddy and her waist circumference had risen.

She sat in the Russ of Fengjin and thought of old Feng in Fengjin's residence, vaguely nervous.

Although she didn't volunteer, after all, the youngest son of Feng family refused to go home because of her delay. Huarong was a little embarrassed.