Chapter 1162

Qiu Wenzheng's tone was very indifferent, as if he knew that Feng Sujin could come.

Feng Sujin didn't notice the difference between Qiu Wenzheng's look and tone. Her understanding sank because she didn't see the figure she expected.

But the flavor of dumplings is too familiar. It's really the feeling in memory.

Liang Xiaoqing came for a while. When she saw Feng Sujin coming in, she heard Qiu Wenzheng's words. When her hands shook, the chopsticks were not stable and almost fell to the ground.

Now she finally understood why Qiu Wenzheng wanted to put the dumplings on the side again and again, and kept fanning them with her hands for fear that the taste would not go out the same.

Just now she asked him why he didn't eat. He said he wasn't hungry. He would eat later.

Liang Xiaoqing is bitter in her heart. She knows that Qiu Wenzheng is waiting for this girl.

It was the girl she saw when she came that day, when she was still pale in bed.

At that time, she was very beautiful and beautiful. Now she walked in with such a leisurely manner, and she had a unique demeanor.

With such a woman, she felt that she had been compared.

Liang Xiaoqing picked up a bowl of dumplings and wanted to eat them, as if she wanted to relieve her anger deliberately.

Qiu Wenzheng grabbed Liang Xiaoqing's hand. "You eat this bowl of dumplings."

Those two bowls of dumplings are specially made for Feng Sujin by someone dragging the sick body. They are not fake from the beginning to the end. Even if he wants to help, he can't help.

Of course, he can't even taste one. Those two bowls are only for Feng Sujin, and Liang Xiaoqing can't eat either.

Qiu Wenzheng's unconscious action completely hurt Liang Xiaoqing's heart.

Liang Xiaoqing has an impulse to leave here.

But she still held back. She wanted to see how Qiu Wenzheng got along with the woman.

Liang Xiaoqing ate dumplings numbly, feeling that they were all bitter and bitter.

Feng Sujin looks around in the tent, trying to find some traces to prove that Jun Mohan has been here.

But no, no trace.

Qiu Wenzheng can naturally see what Feng Sujin is looking for. He sighs in his heart.

If Jun Mohan doesn't want Feng Sujin to find it, no trace will be left.

Qiu Wenzheng thought that he sighed too much recently, just like the old man.

Liang Xiaoqing's eyes dribbled, observing Qiu Wenzheng for a while and the beautiful woman for a while.

How does she feel something wrong? Qiu Wenzheng looks at the woman with a sad sigh. It seems that she doesn't look at her lover.

After that woman came in, her eyes didn't stop on Qiu Wenzheng and her. She seemed to find something or someone else.

After Liang Xiaoqing calmed down, she found that the woman was filled with a thick sadness.

Let onlookers see, have a kind of can't help but want to cry.

She didn't know why she was in such a mood.

Qiu Wenzheng coughed and broke the silence and said: "now that you are here, it's also HanKun Festival. It's the most important festival of the Dakun tribe. There are ready-made dumplings. Have some dumplings!"

Qiu Wenzheng hands the unique bowl of dumplings to Feng Sujin.

Feng Sujin looked down at the dumplings in the bowl, smelled the taste, sucked her nose and said, "this dumpling tastes very familiar, just like his."

"Don't talk about those holidays, you may just miss him too much."

Feng Sujin shook her head. "I thought I missed him too much. I wanted to be crazy, but I don't think I was crazy. I'm familiar with the food he cooked and his breath. I can't get it wrong. Although I don't know why Qiu Wenzheng didn't tell me the truth, I'm sure you have contacted him."