Feng Sujin couldn't control her deep thoughts. She just wanted to see her husband with her own eyes and know whether he was OK or not.

Her heart also has a very flustered and empty feeling. She wants to hug him, and she needs a hug.

She really miss him.

"Don't move. Mr. Jun is finished. He must have come to see you at the first time."

Feng Sujin shook her head and insisted, "I want to find him."

Ranqiulan thinks that the ordinary fengsujin is so gentle and has a good temper and patience.

But only in the face of Mr. Jun, she is very stubborn.

And no one can persuade such stubbornness.

Ranqiulan knows that persuasion is useless. When she was with Yue unintentionally, she was also very stubborn.

Feng Sujin said that she was about to get out of bed, and her hand was about to get out of bed.

But a support a strength, the wind Su Jin neighs, the pain of the breath.

"Oh, you Your wrist was cut by you before. It's not good yet. You can't use your strength. If you let Mr. Jun know, you won't die of heartache. "

Ranqiulan still remembers that Jun Mohan saw Feng Sujin's wrist injury and knew that when she cut her blood, his eyes were red at that moment.

Ranqiulan looked at Mr. Jun at that time, and thought that he was going to cry, but maybe, he controlled his mood, and let his blood drop from the bottom of his heart!

Feng Sujin took a breath and sat down on the bed again. She almost forgot her wrist injury.

That day, she cut her hand and bled it.

But she does not regret, as long as can save Jun Mohan, as long as can let her loved one good, she shed some blood is nothing.

I just didn't expect the aftereffect to hurt so much.

"Now you know the pain? At that time, you cut your hands. I was frightened at what I saw. I felt like you cut tofu. That's your hands! "

Feng Sujin smiled lightly. "As long as you can save Mo Han and drain blood, it's nothing."

When ranqiulan heard this, she was shocked. She opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

At this time, she felt some changes of breath in the air, a strong sense of oppression.

Ran Qiulan looks back and sees the man coming in at the door. It's Mr. Jun.

She didn't know whether Mr. Jun had heard these words.

However, dye Qiulan looks at Jun Mo's cold eyes, which have a deep sense of pain. The eyes are all red.

Dye autumn orchid can guess, just words, Jun Mo cold estimate all heard.

She could feel the low pressure in the air.

Ranqiulan looks at fengsujin and finds that fengsujin is looking at Mr. Jun without blinking.

At this time, two people's eyes are only each other.

Ranqiulan hurriedly leaves the room quietly and gives up the space to two people.

At the moment when Feng Sujin saw Jun Mohan, she saw him well. She didn't know why. Her eyes were sore. She wanted to cry, but she tried to keep her mood tight and not let the tears flow down.

She knows that when facing the cold of Jun Mo, her heart is fragile for no reason.

Jun Mo has a cold breath, but it is also a heavy feeling.

He looked at the beloved, step by step toward the bedside.

Neither of them spoke, so they looked at each other until Jun Mohan came to the bed and sat down. He gently picked up Feng Sujin's hand and put it on his lips with a kiss. He said hoarsely, "ah Jin!"

The voice of a Jin seems to come from the cold heart of Jun Mo, with pain, heartache and a lot of feelings.