Chapter 351

Feng Sujin secretly bit the food in her mouth, looked at her husband's elegant and noble appearance, and sighed in her heart that she would not be able to compete with the black fox after hundreds of years of cultivation.

Her husband is too black inside!

Why can he say these words so calmly, and she will blush after hearing them?

She covered her face. When is it better to be thick skinned and not blush.

Jun Mo cold helplessly shook his head, his little wife ah, sometimes bold to surprise him, sometimes so thin skinned.

Jun Mohan doesn't say anything more. He knows that her little wife can't care about eating any more.

Jun Mo cold astringent look, continue to give the wind vegetable Jin clip vegetables, "eat quickly, do not eat again on the cold."

Listen to her husband's gentle voice, watching the dishes piled up, pick up the chopsticks and eat them.

After dinner, Feng Sujin insists on washing the bowl by herself.

She doesn't like to let Jun Mohan do everything for herself. This kind of feeling is that he cooks, she finishes eating, and she brushes the bowl. There is a feeling that husband and wife are one, and they can experience the smell of the world of mortals together.

It's a warm state of mind.

She washed the dishes, and from time to time she turned around from the kitchen to have a look at Jun Mohan sitting on the sofa. There was a kind of looking back, he felt warm and soft in the light.

It's the feeling of home.

I don't know why, every time Jun Mohan can always turn his eyes and look at her tenderly.

Feng Sujin smiled a little, but today I don't know what happened. A strong nail hit hard things, "click" a sound, the nail broke, she was in a hurry, was given a landslide finger by the wire mesh.

"Oh," a very shallow voice, the voice emitted by Feng Sujin's condition, but it was found by Jun Mohan.

He quickly came to the kitchen. When he saw the blood of Feng Sujin's fingers, he grabbed it painfully. "How can I be so careless? I'm not good. I shouldn't let you brush the bowl."

Jun Mo cold tone with self blame and heartache, said, grasping the hand of Feng Su Jin to clean it with water.

Then he took her to sit down on the sofa, picked up the medicine box and wiped the medicine for her.

Feng Sujin carefully looked at Jun Mohan's face and found that his side face was so dignified, "Mohan, I'm ok, but I accidentally broke a hole."

Jun Mo looks at Xiangfeng Sujin with cold eyes, and the bottom of his eyes is full of heartache. He says, "it's OK. Do you know if you have a little wound..."

At this moment, Jun Mo's cold eyes rolled up the stormy light. There seemed to be mottled pain in his memory. The deep pain came to the bone marrow, which made Feng Sujin's heart tremble and no voice came out.

Somehow, she saw something too heavy in Jun Mo's cold eyes, which made her heartache.

Jun Mohan knows that he may be scared of Feng Sujin. He turns his head sideways and presses down his emotions. Then he turns around and holds Feng Sujin in his arms. "Ah Jin, I don't want you to bleed any more."

Feng Sujin doesn't know what happened to Jun Mohan, but she cleverly leans on Jun Mohan's arms, doesn't speak, and leans quietly.

She remembered in a trance that she had dreamed something. The little girl cut her finger and put it into the boy's mouth

Those scenes came to an abrupt end. Feng Sujin wanted to know something more, but her mind was blank.

After a while, Jun Mohan silently takes Feng Sujin into his arms, then takes out the tool of manicure and gently cuts her nails.