On the night of returning home, Feichen really got hot. He was in a cold sweat. He complained about Su Kui for the first time. Knowing that he was not in good health, he took him out for a boat trip to the lake. These small elegant tastes are not suitable for Feichen.
Su Kui suffered hard and spent half a night in care of him. When it was about to break dawn, she could not endure it. She was tired and fell asleep beside his bed.
When Yun FeiMo heard the news of Feichen's illness, it was the second day. He couldn't care about anything. He hurried to visit with his thousand year old ginseng. Before he entered the inner room, he saw the familiar figure through the jade bead curtain, holding the hands of non dust, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
The non dust breathing is stable, and it should be OK.
At the same time of his relief, he felt a huge loss in his heart. He hurried to catch up with him. Seeing that he was standing outside the door and didn't go in, he followed his eyes and looked inwards. At one glance, he saw the figure that made non ink lose his mind.
Can't help snorting, "fox spirit!"
As soon as Fei Mo's eyes were cold, he suddenly stared at him with his side eyes, "what do you say?" There is a strong sense of oppression in the tone.
In a word, he retreated two steps and Gu left and right said something else, "nothing, nothing, six lords, are you still in?"
He looked into the room and saw the two sleeping soundly. He asked Yun FeiMo.
As soon as he shook his sleeves and snorted coldly, he threw the red sandalwood box in his arms, which was precious and heavy in his hands, into his arms. "Take care of the third brother. When he woke up, he immediately sent someone to inform me. I'll go first."
Said, looked at the inner room deeply one eye, turned around then strides to leave.
With the air of breaking wind, life seems to suppress the huge anger.
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it's another two days. It's always cloudy and sunny in Qingcheng. It's still like a drizzle in the morning. The sun rises at noon. It's so beautiful that people wonder if the drizzle in the morning is an illusion.
Su Kui is picking fresh petals in the backyard, and is going to make some Rouges that the shop doesn't need. Lingruo rarely has no practice. After a period of precipitation, there is more tranquil taste between the eyebrows on this childish little face.
I don't know if that sunflower's words are too heavy. Lingruo treats her with more respect than ever before, but less intimacy. Speaking and doing things are also more mature. We don't go out and play all day long.
The most obvious change is that when a word deliberately taunts her, she chuckles and laughs it off, making a word seem like a punch in the cotton, with no place for effort.
Secretly asked Su Kui, "are you secretly abusing the fox? In recent days, it seems that there are some Yan Baba. I can't help it. "
Make su Kui leer at him jokingly, "what? Is it painful? " A word blocked up to silence, stomped away.
While walking, he scolded her old fox. He always thought she couldn't hear him.
I don't know. He scolds her old fox. So he has to be a bit of a home guard, isn't he? So she knew all the bad things he said behind her, but she didn't care about a child.
Feichen comes to the shop in the afternoon and holds a pot of flower tea. Since she knows that she likes to drink it, she will send her a pot whenever she comes to the door.
Today, there are dozens of varieties of flower tea in the shop.
Every time he asked him not to send it, he promised with a smile on his face that the next time he came to visit, it would still be that line.