Chapter 2940

Feng's mother pinched the time and discussed with Lin Shuanger. Even if the Huarong was coming back soon, the two women beckoned and left Fengjin alone in the ward.

When Huarong came in from the door with a cup of milk tea, she saw Fengjin a poor man on the hospital bed, which was a little strange: "how about your mother, how did you leave you here alone?"

Feng Jin see her back, Wei Qu Baba's looking at her: "I entered the operating room, you even ran out shopping, good cruel heart."

Huarong chuckled. The milk tea on the handle was just on the bedside table. Leaning lazily on the edge of the bed, she stretched out her hand and patted Fengjin's face. She said with a smile, "how old are you? I'm not satisfied with your mother. How many people do you need for a minor operation, huh? "

her hand was so light that it was as light as a touch.

She still remembers that Fengjin is just a piece of tender tofu. It can send people back to the operating room with a little strength, and it can frighten people to vomit blood when they propose a marriage.

Feng Jin blinked his eyes and asked, "Rong Rong, I want to drink milk tea."

"Ice, can you drink it now?" Huarong stood up and poured him a cup of warm water. "As a patient, don't ask for so much. Come on, drink water."

Feng Jin: "you feed me."

Huarong picked her eyebrows and jokingly said, "am I not feeding you?"

Feng Jin: "I can't sit up now. If you pour it on me like this, I'll choke."

Huarong was aware of his bad intentions, and she laughed out loud. She could not do it.

"You this guy," she lies on the edge of the bed smiling at Fengjin, "the body can not move, the brain is quite a lot of yellow waste."

Phoenix brocade relies on now is her fiance's status, justifiably: "I want to make love with you, can't I?"

Huarong touched his face and felt like being liked and needed by Fengjin.

She really likes him, even if there is no way to achieve the same as before, but no other man can achieve her love for him now.

She stood up and took a sip of milk tea, and fed Fengjin a mouthful of milk from mouth to mouth.

After feeding, just about to look up, the man's tongue drilled in and poked into her mouth.

At the moment, two people's mouth is sweet milk, kiss is sweet.

Breathing blend, can't help but some panting, Huarong's hands support on both sides of the Phoenix brocade, so as not to press him, close his eyes to enjoy the sweet kiss.

Fengjin, after all, is still a sick seedling. Her breath is not as long as before. After kissing for a while, she is a little short of breath and can't hold on.

Huarong raised her head and looked at Feng Jin, who was more powerful than her breath, with a smile in her eyes, and asked him, "is it sweet?"

The small mole in the corner of her eye is enchanting, it is a bit of evil, hook people's outrageous.

Feng Jin looked at her charming and smiling eyes, and only hated that she was powerless now, and could not bring this evil spirit to justice.

His eyes are full of red fruit, the flower face is not laughing, took milk tea to drink, lazily lean on the edge of the bed to stretch his legs, "not now. I'm afraid to touch you. You'll die in bed. What can I tell your mother? ——You're in the operating room again because you're dissatisfied with your desires? "

Huarong imagines that scene. If he really sends Fengjin into the operating room again, and for that reason, his name of Fengjin will probably ring through the whole London infirmary.