Feng Sujin finally sighed and resisted the urge to call.
When Jun Mohan returned home, it was already past eleven o'clock.
As soon as Feng Sujin heard the door open, she stood up in excitement, walked a few steps quickly, and came to the door. Her eyes were as bright as stars, "Are you back? Are you tired? Have you eaten well?"
Feng Sujin didn't even realize how urgent her tone was, with deep concern.
Jun Mohan was a little tired, but when he saw his little wife's beautiful smiling face, all the fatigue seemed to dissipate.
He had many plans, but in these plans, he never imagined that one day he would get married, have a warm home, and have a beautiful wife waiting for him to come back every day.
But when he actually had it, he found that it felt good.
It turns out it's a feeling of being needed.
He didn't expect that it was so late and she hadn't slept yet.
Jun Mohan gently touched Feng Sujin's hair, "I'm fine, why aren't you sleeping?"
Feng Sujin took the bag from Jun Mohan's hand, and when she got closer, she smelled a hint of perfume.
Although Feng Sujin tried her best to control her emotions, at this moment, her body still stiffened, and her heart seemed to be hit by something.
She bit her lower lip with her teeth and said nothing. She silently put Jun Mohan's bag and hung up his clothes.
Then, she went to the kitchen and brought over the eight-treasure porridge she had cooked.
"If you are socializing, you must have drank too much. You may not have eaten well. Let's have a bowl of porridge. It will make your stomach feel better."
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin sitting on the sofa. Under the light, she looked soft and demure, giving him a feeling of peace and tranquility, which made his tired heart relax.
Jun Mohan drank the porridge, and then the two went to bed.
In the past, Feng Sujin would always lie in his arms when she was not sleeping. Even if she didn't lie down, she would rely on him, or look at him with her big beautiful eyes, or say good night to him.
Tonight, Jun Mohan felt something strange about Feng Sujin.
Especially since her back was turned to him.
Jun Mohan sighed inwardly, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, and asked her to turn around and face him.
Jun Mohan leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, "What's wrong tonight? Are you unhappy?"
Feng Sujin shook her head. She felt that she was too pretentious and she shouldn't care about it.
But the smell of perfume made her think about it involuntarily, and her heart felt sour.
She could actually give it to him, but she had been injured and hospitalized, and her health was not good, so they had been delayed for so long. Jun Mohan thought for a while and explained in a warm voice: "Is it because I came back late?"
Feng Sujin pursed her lips and remained silent. She had said that she should be grateful and contented, be a good wife and make Jun Mohan happy.
Even if he was outside...that thing, she might not know what to do!
She is a mess now.
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's silence, kissed her tenderly and lingeringly, and explained: "After drinking tonight, something happened and I had a confrontation with the Lu family for a while, so I came back late. I won't do it next time. No more entertainment, and there won’t be any more entertainment.”
Maybe it was because he drank some wine, but this lingering kiss made Jun Mohan want more. It seemed that the kiss could not satisfy anything.
His eyes now took on a ghostly and dark light, as if they wanted to swallow people's hearts, and waves seemed to roll out of his eyes bit by bit.