On the night when I returned, Feichen really got a high fever, startled in a cold sweat, complained to Su Kui for the first time, knowing that he was not in good health, and took him out for a boat trip on the lake. These small and elegant tastes are not suitable for being in Africa. Dust appeared.
Su Kui suffered abruptly and took care of him for half the night. When the dawn was about to break, she couldn't stand it and lay tiredly on the side of his bed to sleep.
When Yun Feimo heard the news of Feichen's illness, it was already the second day. He couldn’t take care of anything, so he hurried to visit with the thousand-year-old ginseng he had bought. Before entering the interior, he saw the familiar figure through the jade-colored bead curtain, holding Feichen’s hand, and lying down. Sleep soundly by the bed.
Non-dust breathing is steady, and it should be no problem.
When he breathed a sigh of relief, a great loss arose in his heart. With a word, he hurriedly caught up with him. Seeing that he was standing outside the door and not going in, he followed his eyes and saw that Lingfei. The figure of Mo absent-minded.
Can't help but snorted coldly, "Vixie!"
Fei Mo's eyes were cold, and he stared at him suddenly, "What did you say?" There was a strong oppressive tone in his tone.
After a sigh of relief, two steps back, and the others said, "No, nothing, six princes, are you still going in?"
He probed the probe, saw the two people in the inner room sleeping soundly, and asked Yun Feimo.
He flicked his sleeves, hummed coldly, and threw the cherished red sandalwood box in his arms into his arms, "Take it, take care of the third brother, he immediately sent someone to notify me when he woke up, I go first."
After that, he took a deep look at the inner room, turned and strode away.
With a wind-like aura, it seemed as if a huge anger was suppressed.
It was another two days. The sky in Qingcheng was always overcast. The early morning was still drizzle. The sun rose at noon. It was so bright that people sighed whether the drizzle in the morning was an illusion.
Su Kui is picking fresh petals in the backyard, preparing to make a few rouges that are not available in the store today. Lingruo is rare without practice. After a period of precipitation, the childish little face and eyebrows are too much. Divide the taste of tranquility.
I don't know if Su Kui said too much that day. Lingruo treated her more respectfully after she came out of retreat, but she lost the closeness she once had. He is also much more mature in speaking and doing things, and he no longer hops around all day to go out and play.
The most obvious change is that whenever a word deliberately ridiculed her, she chuckled and laughed at it, making the word like a punch in the cotton, nowhere to focus.
Secretly asked Su Kui, "Are you secretly torturing the little fox? It seems a little bit awkward these days, I can't bear it in my heart."
Su Kui joked and squinted at him, "What? Distressed?" He was speechless and stomped away.
She cursed her old fox while walking, always thinking that she couldn't hear her.
As everyone knows, he has scolded her for the old fox, so the old fox has to be a bit house-keeping, isn't it? Therefore, she knew all the bad things he said secretly, but she didn't bother to care about it with a child.
Feichen carried a pot of scented tea in the shop after noon. Since knowing that she loves to drink these, he would give her a pot every time she came to the house.
Today, there are dozens of varieties of scented tea in the store.
Every time he asked him not to give it away, he promised with a smile on the face, and the next time he visits, he will still be in that outfit.