The reason why Feng Sujin said this was that she could see that for a long time, her father Jun Zhengqi had been reclusive.
And I rarely eat with them on weekdays.
Nowadays, my father is very happy to have a reunion dinner, but during the meal, my father looks very tired.
She felt that her father seemed to have aged ten years since she first met him last year.
That's why she was worried and couldn't help but ask.
Feng Sujin said, looking at Jun Mohan's expression carefully, she felt that Jun Mohan's face didn't look good either, and there was a dark light in his eyes.
Feng Sujin's heart skipped a beat, as if she could guess something, but she still wanted to hear Jun Mohan tell her, and she didn't want to be kept in the dark about everything.
Feng Sujin gently shook Jun Mohan's sleeves, "Mo Han?"
Jun Mohan had just fallen into his own thoughts, and there was a chill all over his body.
When he heard Feng Sujin's tender voice, he looked down and saw her pitiful look, and his heart softened.
Jun Mohan stretched out his hand and gently touched Feng Sujin's hair, and sighed softly: "After my father was assassinated during the war, his health was not as good as before."
Feng Sujin's heart was raised, "Didn't we agree? How come there is still a problem?"
"Those are all external rhetoric. With my father in the Jun family, Lord Guoyong doesn't dare to act rashly. If people know that there is something wrong with my father's health, people in the dark will quickly take action against the Jun family."
Feng Sujin's eyes were full of worry, "What should we do now? There is always a way to cure father."
Her father was the only relative left by Mr. Jun in her family. When she thought that if something happened to Jun Zhengqi, wouldn't Mr. Jun in her family lose all her relatives
Feng Sujin felt very distressed.
She thought that if she and Jun Mohan had children in the future, they would have at least two so that the children could be companions.
Unlike her Mr. Jun, he is alone and very lonely.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Feng Sujin became, and her nose became sore.
Jun Mohan kept looking at Feng Sujin. How could he not know what she was thinking.
He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Feng Sujin's eyes, "Ajin, don't worry. Although my father's body is not as good as before, as long as he takes good care of himself, there will be no problem."
In fact, if Feijun Mohan had rushed there in time, Jun Zhengqi would have died long ago.
That's why Jun Mohan stepped up his plans and actions, and would no longer be polite to Guoyong Jun.
Feng Sujin stopped and hugged Jun Mohan's waist tightly. She wanted to try her best to convey warmth to him and didn't want to make him feel too painful.
Jun Mohan patted Feng Sujin's back gently, "Ajin, I'm fine, don't worry about me."
"No matter what, I will be by your side."
The corners of Jun Mohan's mouth curled up in a slight arc, and his brows were filled with warmth. He knew that he still had a lover in this world and would not be alone.
It was Ajin who made him full of nostalgia for this world.
Seeing his little wife leaning on him without moving, Jun Mohan shook his head helplessly, then picked her up and carried her back to their room in the building.
Jun Mohan put Feng Sujin on the bed, leaned forward and looked at her deeply.
Feng Sujin felt like her whole body was on fire when Jun Mohan looked at her like this, and her face felt a little hot.
"You... don't..."
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin with intoxicated eyes, "My Ajin is the most beautiful."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed Feng Sujin deeply, bit by bit.
His fingers gradually went down, groping for her waist, which was the place where she was easiest to touch.