Chapter 221

"You... Who are you looking for?" The fragrance on her is so compelling that it's hard to ignore it. It's even very pungent.

"I'm looking for Mr. Feng."

Feng Yan?

What can I do with him?

"I knocked at the door, but the young master didn't seem to hear me. Help me in and tell the young master that I'm coming."

How to say, I'm like a little guy?

"What do you want him to do?"

"Young master's leg hurts. Assistant Feng specially asked me to give him a massage --!"

Massage!

Let this woman massage Feng Yan? Dress like this to massage Feng Yan?

I'm afraid the drunk's intention is not in the bar! Massage is fake. It's true to seduce Feng Yan.

Now people, want to be small three are so aboveboard!

Don't pay attention to the main room!

Su Xiaowan thought angrily.

"He's asleep. He doesn't need it."

"Sleep? How is that possible? Assistant Feng just called me and said, "let me come as soon as possible..."

"It's impossible. Even if I need a massage, I will do it for him." She just coaxed her to sleep. Is there any fake.

The woman noticed that the woman in front of her was dressed in plain clothes and her hair was tied together. Although she had white skin on her face, she looked like a maid.

"Who are you?"

"I'm his wife!"

The woman's smile suddenly froze, his wife... So, in front of this, is Mrs. Feng?

"Then I may have heard the wrong thing." Looking at the way that the woman declared her sovereignty, the woman was not a fool. She had to run into the muzzle of the gun. If Feng tezhu had not given more money, she would not have come!

It's said that Feng Yan is very ugly!

However, this woman... I don't know what's going on. She looks pretty.

Unfortunately, a flower was put on the cow dung.

Fengyi stood at that end, watching the woman's disheartened leave, and stretched out her hand to Cheng Weiwei, "how about that? I won! Give me the money

Cheng Weiwei reluctantly took out 500 yuan, "count you ruthless."

"Do you want to bet next time?"

"No more gambling!" Cheng Weiwei where know, just a few words, Su Xiaowan to send people.

It simply ignores the lethality of Su Xiaowan.

"This young lady seems to like our young master too. Otherwise, I'd like to have a woman around him."

"It's just that the relationship between them develops slowly. When I used to read novels, the hero and heroine didn't like this!"

"The young master is sultry!"

"How dare you say that!"

Feng Yi took the five hundred yuan and thought of something, "there's something for you to ask."

"What?"

"The young grandmother made the music score of her early creation."

"What do you want this for?"

"It's not the president's overbearing possessiveness!" Today he wants to chase back, otherwise, tomorrow morning still don't know what to face.

"The young master asked you to buy back all the music scores of the young granny?"

"Well."

Cheng Weiwei opened his mouth wide and said, "young master dotes on women. How can he have the potential to be a upstart?"

"It's good that the young granny likes it."

When Su Xiaowan enters the master bedroom after taking a bath, she looks at Feng Yan typing words on the keyboard. She overlooks the handsome side face of the man... She thinks she is wrong.

"Feng Yan, you didn't sleep?"

Feng Yan's fingers are tapping on the keyboard. She goes over and puts things on Feng Yan's desk. Suddenly, she thinks about the woman at the door.

Her eyes were fixed on Feng Yan's back. He sat upright, but he didn't know how long he kept this posture.

"Are you not comfortable sleeping here? If you are not comfortable with me, we will be discharged..."

The beds here are naturally not as comfortable as those at home.

The beds in Feng Yan's home are all custom-made, which fit the back structure.

And here, it must be a lot worse.

Feng Yan didn't seem to hear it. He continued to knock words there. The corners of his mouth moved, "who said I'm good!"

There's still water on the back of that hand.

Su Xiaowan looked at the salt water, "if you are like this, don't type."

"Nothing."

Su Xiaowan looked at him. He couldn't persuade him.

"Shall I give you a massage?"

The man took a look at her, dressed in conservative home clothes, now dangling around him, he could not concentrate, "go to sleep --"

She looked at him. Under the dim light, his face was extremely serious. It was a face of serious work, giving people an unusual temptation. She seemed to be attracted by him at a glance. She meant to drive herself away, but Su Xiaowan didn't want to go to bed like this. "It's too early. I can't sleep. I'm here to accompany you. I can just help you pull out the needle later."

He couldn't pull out one of his hands. She had to be with him.

“……”

Feng Yan was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He continued to knock the keyboard there.

Su Xiaowan sat aside and looked at him askew. His eyes swept his cheek and his skin. He said that his hair was too good, like Obsidian color, too good. I don't know if it was so black when he was old.

Su Xiaowan looked at him and suddenly wanted to stretch out her hand. Thinking about this, her hand fell on his hair so gently.

So soft?

Better than her hair, she suddenly saw something in his ear.

The man looked at her and suddenly said, "who told you that you can move with me?"

“……”

Move hands and feet, that a few words said with a taste of forbearance, Su Xiaowan's hand stiff in the air, for a long time to take back.

Well, she seems to disturb him. There are many words on the screen that she doesn't know, like talking about something. Looking at Feng Yan's bottle of salt water gone, "I'll help you pull out the needle."

In recent days, Feng Yan's needles were all pulled out by her, and she was ready to be a teacher.

She took away the bottle, threw it into the garbage can, and looked at Feng Yan seriously. It seemed that she was here enough to delay him.

She doesn't know how much work such a man needs to wait for her every day, but since he was admitted to hospital, it seems that he can't finish it.

On his shoulders, holding half of the country, very heavy.

It hurt her a little.

No one knows what kind of sadness is behind those brilliant people. Most of them only see his light.

"Then I'll go to bed, Feng Yan. If you have a rest earlier, you can't make all the money." Su Xiaowan looked at him apologetically and stood up to leave.

He rolled back to his bed.

The man continued to type, the slender fingers fell on the keyboard, deep pupil at the moment staring at the above content, can't see a cent.

For a long time, the meeting seemed to be suspended.

It's not video memory, it's not voice conferencing.

It's Feng Yan who has been typing... He typed two words on the keyboard.