Although Fengjin recovered quickly, she was still a patient who had just woken up from coma. Seeing the two little guys climbing into bed, Huarong had to stop: "Fengsheng, Fengge, you come to my side."

Hearing her voice, the two little guys immediately got out of bed and moved to her side.

Today, Huarong wore a black skirt with a waist closing and slim fitting over the knee. The metal leather buckle on her waist pinches her waist. Her high-heeled shoes are elegant and efficient.

Feng Jin slanted her head and looked at her with fascination. Her hair had grown a lot longer than when they had just met. It hung down on her shoulder, which made her more graceful and feminine.

I've seen my face countless times, but I can't see enough now.

Huarong is indifferent to the incandescent light of Fengjin. She cleanly opens the thermos bottle, which is the nutritious breakfast prepared by the housekeeper. She also takes it out and puts it on the small table in the hospital bed.

Fengjin to avoid eating, eat light, Huarong put jujube porridge out to him, and then hang down his eyes to eat with him.

"Xiaohua, I want to have porridge, too." Fengsheng ran over and greedily looked at the porridge in the Huarong bowl. He was already full at home.

Huarong was ready, and took out a small bowl and filled it for Fengsheng and Fengge.

A family of four people in this small ward, eating porridge, the atmosphere is warm.

When everyone finished eating, Huarong picked up the thermos bottle, handed it to the nurse outside the door, told her to take it home, and then said to Fengjin, "I'll take them downstairs for a stroll."

"Well All right Feng Jin looked at two small things have been excited to hold the hand of Huarong, had to agree.

He wanted to get along with Huarong alone, but with two small oil tankers, he was doomed to be impossible

……

An hour later, Huarong came back empty handed.

Feng brocade Leng for a while, ask a way: "the children?"

"Your mother came and brought them home." Huarong light answer, carrying skirt into, Feng brocade see her skirt stained with a small piece of soil, it is estimated that Fengsheng and Fengge ran downstairs in the yard digging.

Feng Jin was happy for a while, looked at the calm and indifferent expression of Huarong, and cautiously said, "Rongrong, you can sit down a little bit."

He took a small piece by his bed.

Huarong raised her eyes and took a look at him. She went to sit beside Feng Jin.

Feng Jin raised her hand and contentedly held her in his arms.

Huarong raised his eyes, the line of sight fell on the man's slightly open medical clothes, lying in bed, he was much thinner, two beautiful shape clavicles, more and more obvious.

She quietly moved away from her eyes, desert voice asked: "OK?"

Feng Jin released her hand, hung down her thick eyelashes, and looked at her face carefully.

Since he woke up.

Except for the first day, Huarong was a little out of control and excited about him. These days, she was so indifferent to him.

But in addition to indifference, she was obedient to his demands.

We should hold him and kiss him. We even bring him food from home every day and take good care of him.

He lowered his head and held Huarong's slender finger in one hand to play. He asked uneasily, "Rongrong, are you still angry with me?"

Huarong's face was expressionless: "how dare I be angry with you?"

Feng Jin: "it's just Still angry as expected.