His Dearest Wife

Chapter 85

The room is too quiet. Feng Yumei is slightly raised. The light in the bedroom is not on, but the light in the bathroom is bright.

Feng Yu approached and pushed open the door of the bathroom slightly. In the hot mist, the lazy little woman in the bathtub was enjoying herself.

Eye color instantly darkened down, black without a ray of light, followed by surging up, is a strong sense of desire.

I don't know what happened. Feng Yu's self-control was always out of control in the face of this white and delicate woman.

Even if she was lying quietly and doing nothing, her attractive posture still hit Feng Yu's heart and made his blood boil.

It seems that her physiological period has passed, otherwise, she did not dare to lie in the bathtub to take a bath.

As a matter of fact, Feng Yu thinks too much. Lin is now in the last two days of her physiological period. She dares to lie in the bathtub so freely.

When Lin Xiangxiang was ready to get up, she couldn't help sneezing. She wiped her nose and found that she began to have a runny nose.

"No!" Miss Lin whispered that she had been weak since she was a child. It was said that she had just been born and had been frozen, and she had never drunk a mouthful of breast milk. Therefore, her constitution had been deviated since she was a child. From the time she recorded things, she knew that she often went to the hospital, and there was no break in medicine and traditional Chinese medicine.

Later, when she went to middle school, she began to realize all kinds of disadvantages of weak body, and actively exercised herself. Slowly, her body was slightly normal, but she was still more likely to catch a cold than normal people, and her resistance was too poor.

Lin Xiangxiang lowers his head to wipe his body. After drying it, he turns to get his pajamas. Suddenly, he looks at a pair of dark dark eyes.

"Ah..." As if frightened, Lin Xiangxiang uttered a cry of surprise, instinctively pulled his pajamas to block his body, and her beautiful eyes were filled with resentment: "Feng Yu, when did you stand here? How can you peep at my bath? "

Feng Yu was fascinated, but was awakened by her scream and said faintly: "who said I was peeping? I'm just looking at it honestly. "

"What a pervert you are Lin miss the whole person is not good, the small face is about to shed blood, ear root son hair hot.

She didn't know how long the man had been standing here and how long he had looked at her, but she was full of resentment when she thought that he had just looked at her.

"What's on you that I haven't seen? What are you ashamed of? " Feng Yu's face was slightly heavy and his tone was stiff.

Lin Miss gas don't want to talk to him, turned over, quickly put on the pajamas.

In fact, Feng Yu also knew that her behavior was shameful, but who made her in good shape? He can't move it at a glance.

"Get out of the way!" Miss Lin's face is still full of anger. It's too disappointing. It's not easy to take a bath, but the man saw it.

Feng Yu really made way for her. Looking at her long face, he frowned and said, "if you feel that you have suffered a loss, you can see that I am going to take a bath now."

"I'm not as bad as you are." Miss Lin was so angry that he cried. This man is so narcissistic. Do you really think his body is perfect enough to become a scenery?

Feng Yu laughed instead of being annoyed. The laughter was deep and deep, showing a man's unique charm: "you don't want to see it's your business, don't say I wronged you."

"I'm afraid of hot eyes!" Lin gave him a rude sneer.

Feng Yu snorted, took his bathrobe and went into the bathroom. He didn't close the door, leaving a gap, as if he had left it on purpose.

Miss Lin is really going crazy. What kind of man did she marry? It's a heavy taste. I can't bear it.

"Sneeze!" When Lin Xiangxiang was angry, he sneezed several times in a row. His nose was itchy, and he didn't feel very well.

When Feng Yu came out, he saw that she had already gone downstairs and laughed at herself. For the first time, there was a woman who hated his figure so much.

However, the frankness and loveliness of Lin's missing makes Feng Yu feel more like him. The obedient cat is not interesting. Only the wild cat, which is hard to tame, has more fun to conquer.

Lin Xiangxiang is sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a magazine in his hand, reading the fashionable clothes of the season.

She didn't know that in the past, there were only political and financial magazines in the living room, but since she came, the latest fashion magazines in every season have been piled up on the small shelf beside the sofa with those magazines.

Feng yurang ordered these magazines because he knew Lin would like them.

But these small details, careless Miss Lin, where will care?

She opened a page and saw Lu Chen's figure and his latest five dresses.

Miss Lin's eyes are dim. I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing for Lu Chen to come back to China for development. Seeing that he has been highly valued in Fangfei international and has more development stage, even magazines now show his face. Miss Lin is very happy for him from the bottom of his heart.With a sigh, she closed the magazine and looked at the lights outside the hall, a little lost in thought.

At the stairway on the second floor, the man has been standing there and watching her for two minutes. From the top-down perspective, naturally, he can see the magazine page she just read, with a handsome face and gloomy as iron.

However, he did not go to expose her seemingly lost mind, just down the stairs.

When he came downstairs, uncle Quan came over and asked, "young master, dinner is ready. Do you need it now?"

"Well!" Feng Yu answered indifferently, and then stopped to look at Quan Shu: "when you order magazines in the future, please choose carefully for me. As long as any content related to Fangfei International Studio is not allowed to be taken back."

Right uncle is stunned, did not expect young master to issue such an order unexpectedly.

"OK, I'll choose carefully." Uncle Quan nodded quickly.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Lin Xiangxiang naturally hears Feng Yu's cruel words. His eyes are dim. He throws the magazine aside, stands up and goes to the dining room.

Feng Yu ignored the feeling of depression on her face and sat down in the first place.

Delicious end of the table, Miss Lin silently grilled rice, chewing vegetables, silent.

Feng Yu is also eating elegantly, a pair of heavy eyes, but from time to time sweep to the next stuffy Miss Lin.

Seeing that she only ate half a bowl, she put down her chopsticks and stood up with a twist of her eyebrows.

"I went out in the afternoon and ate. I'm not very hungry." Lin Xiangxiang seems to have guessed that he has an opinion and explains it twice.

"What are you doing out there?" Feng Yu's voice was low, but it was like questioning.

"Meet my friend, girl!" Lin Miss finish saying, head also don't return of go upstairs.

Feng Yujun's face became more stiff. Uncle Quan could only shake his head and sigh when he looked at it. The young master himself was not easy to get along with, and the young grandmother was a straight person. She was so cold every day that she let others watch him and worried for them.

After returning to the bedroom, Lin Xiangxiang sat on the bed playing with his mobile phone and watching the news.

Vaguely, heard the man's steady pace disappeared in the study there, tight heart, relaxed.

Maybe I caught a cold, and my head was a little dizzy. After watching the mobile phone for half an hour, my eyelids were overwhelmed. I hugged the quilt and fell asleep.

Feng Yu dealt with some business affairs in his study, and then went back to his bedroom. He saw a small bump on one side of the bed and his tired face, which made him feel relaxed.

He went into the bathroom, washed and came out, and lay down on the other side.

Clearly rely on so close, the distance between the two hearts, but it is more and more far away.

Feng Yu was not an active person, but in the face of Miss Lin, his character seems to have changed. He wants to take the initiative in everything, including getting close to her and holding her.

Miss Lin is sleepy. Although she is covered with a quilt, it is hot and cold, until a big warm hand reaches out to her side and pulls her to a hot chest.

Although Lin Xiangxiang was tired and couldn't open her eyes, she knew that it was Fengyu who had pasted it. But she had no strength to resist, so she had to let him hold her and continue to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Lin Xiangxiang suddenly gets a high fever. Feng Yu wakes up and turns on the bedside lamp. He sees Lin Xiangxiang's face is red, but his forehead is sweating, and his body is shaking from time to time.

"Miss Lin, wake up. What's the matter with you?" Feng Yu reached out to push her twice, but he couldn't wake her up. He reached out to her forehead and felt the hot waves. He was surprised. In this way, he knew that he had a cold and a fever.

"Wake up, you have a fever. We have to go to the hospital at once." Feng Yu was sleepless and patted her little face to force her to wake up.

"No, I'm going to sleep!" Miss Lin answered vaguely and held the quilt tightly in her arms.

Feng Yu's eyes were slightly heavy. He quickly got up and put on his clothes. Instead of waking her up, he took a big nightgown and wrapped her up. He picked her up and went outside.

Miss Lin hummed twice, but did not resist, but still languid against his chest, continue to sleep.

Quan Shu was awakened by Feng Yu, took the car and accompanied them to the hospital.

"Young master, do you need to contact Doctor Chen?" Uncle Quan asked in a hurry.

Dr. Chen is a private family doctor of Feng's family. Feng Yu has a headache and fever. Basically, he comes to his home to see a doctor.

"No, it's too late. I'd better go to the hospital." Fengyu is not a hegemonic monarch. He doesn't do anything to disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night.

Uncle Quan said nothing more and drove to the hospital.

In the back seat, Miss Lin shrank in Feng Yu's arms, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, dizzy. Every time she caught a cold, she came fierce, and it was very difficult to get better. It took many days.

"Uncle Quan, hurry up."

"Young master, the red light ahead..."

"Break through! Don't stop

Feng Yu was in a hurry. He didn't seem to be optimistic about the condition of this little thing. If he had to put it off, he would not be a little fool.

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