Only then did Jun Mohan understand that Feng Sujin was worried about money.
Jun Mohan doesn't understand this kind of worry, because he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and doesn't worry about money.
It's just that he has heavier responsibilities and his life experience is more complicated.
Jun Mohan didn't like Feng Sujin's troubled look.
He turned around and left, and after a while, he came back with a card.
He was afraid of disturbing Feng Sujin, so he knocked on the door.
When Feng Sujin heard the voice and saw that it was Jun Mohan, she stood up in excitement.
"Um, you... are you back?"
Jun Mohan walked in slowly and saw Feng Sujin's face.
A sharp light flashed in his charming eyes, and he asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with your face?"
Jun Mohan's hand gently touched Feng Sujin's face, his delicate eyes were frowning, filled with deep worry and distress.
Feng Sujin pretended to be relaxed and said: "I just went out today and accidentally bumped into him."
Jun Mohan's eyes shed a faint mist-like light, "Ajin, look into my eyes."
Feng Sujin glanced wildly, not daring to look at Jun Mohan like this.
He was still charming and unparalleled, but she always felt that Jun Mohan's momentum at this time was amazing, and he seemed to be suppressing his anger.
Jun Mohan whispered: "Ajin, you are lying. If you lie, don't dare to look into my eyes."
Feng Sujin lowered her head and said in a low voice: "I... I'm fine... Really, my face is just a little scratched."
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin like a child who made a mistake, sighed and said: "Ajin, don't make me worry, okay?"
She just didn't want him to worry, so she didn't want to say anything.
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's silent expression, which made him feel so angry that he couldn't even let out any anger.
He grabbed Feng Sujin's waist with one hand, clasped the back of Feng Sujin's head with the other hand, and kissed her directly.
This kiss was overbearing, like a violent storm, sweeping away all Feng Sujin's breath.
Feng Sujin opened her misty eyes wide and gradually fell into the kiss.
Jun Mohan always had the ability to make her not look like him. Her body softened in an instant, and she felt that her throat was extremely thirsty.
When Feng Sujin was panting, Jun Mohan let her go.
Feng Sujin's eyes were still misty, now filled with mist.
Jun Mohan took a deep breath and stroked her lips with his fingers, "Ajin, do you want to look at me like this?"
Feng Sujin's face turned red and she started to push Jun Mohan.
But Jun Mohan hugged her very tightly, and stretched out one hand to the button of her clothes, "Ajin, if you don't tell me, I will always find a way to make you tell me."
Feng Sujin lowered her head and saw that two of her clothes buttons had been undone, and hurriedly said: "Let me tell you, can I tell you?"
Feng Sujin's voice was soft and soft, as if she was coquettish, and a soft light flashed in Jun Mohan's eyes.
He touched her hair gently, "You say it, and I listen."
Feng Sujin then briefly told Jun Mohan what happened during the day.
After finishing speaking, Feng Sujin carefully observed Jun Mohan's expression.
He noticed that Jun Mohan's face was slightly condensed, his eyes were filled with cold mist, and the light flickered on and off, "Liu Shiya dares to do this to you!"
Jun Mohan's voice was very soft, but Feng Sujin just felt that he was in danger at this time.
"I'm fine. I beat her too. If she still cares about her image, she probably won't be able to go out for ten days."
Jun Mohan looked deeply at Feng Sujin and sighed, "You are still soft-hearted and a little gentle."
Feng Sujin almost choked from coughing. How could that be called mild? How can it be called heavy