His Dearest Wife

Chapter 113

The car continues to drive in the direction of Fengjia, and Lin's thoughts become more confused. The man's words remind her of the past, the past that she suffered from bullying.

Yeah, why was she so bullying at that time? In the future, if anyone dares to bully herself like that, she will not agree.

Outside the living room of Feng's family, a domineering sedan car stopped at the door. Feng Yu's car drove around into the garage, and his eyebrows slightly twisted: "Leng Yaochen has come so early?"

Lin Xiangxiang went back to see the car. Is it Leng Yaochen's?

It's not dark yet. He's so early.

Park the car in the garage, Feng Yu gets off the car first, but Lin is in a very bad mood.

Forget it, she can't shrink back at this step. She has to see if Leng Yaochen will tell the story today.

Feng Yu was waiting for her at the gate of the garage. As soon as she came, his big palm naturally held her little hand and went to the living room together.

Stepping into the living room, I saw a noble man on the sofa holding a magazine. There was a cup of hot tea on the table, waiting for his master leisurely.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Leng Yaochen raised his head and saw Feng Yu leading Lin missing. His eyes were dim.

"Come here so early today? I miss my dinner? " Feng Yu amused him with a smile.

Leng Yaochen also replied with a smile: "no, who makes your dishes so delicious?"

One side of Miss Lin, imagination suddenly rich for a while, cold Yaochen words, why let her listen to creepy?

"Miss, say hello to lengshao." Feng Yu side Mou, congeals own small wife, softly opens a mouth.

"Hello, lengshao!" Lin miss down the inner uneasiness, generous toward Leng Yaochen smile.

Cold Yao Chen also a pair of indifferent and polite attitude: "Hello!"

With Leng Yaochen's estrangement, the atmosphere in the living room was a little dull.

"Go and play tennis with me. I haven't found anyone to practice for a while." Feng Yu suddenly proposed.

"Well, I want to play, too!" Anyway, it's still some time before dinner, and Leng Yaochen doesn't want to be idle, because when he's free, his brain will unconsciously think about the woman who wants to draw a clear line with himself.

Two people went upstairs to change a set of sportswear, instant leisure a lot.

"Miss, you also come together!" Feng Yu suddenly stops Lin Xiangxiang who is going upstairs.

Lin mei'er said, "I'm a little tired today. I want to take a bath first Take a break

"You go!" Feng Yu doesn't force her, but Leng Yaochen stares at Lin missing with ulterior motives.

This woman is trying to avoid him.

Lin Xiangxiang naturally understood Leng Yaochen's cold stare, but she didn't care about anything now. Anyway, she tried to keep a distance from Leng Yaochen.

While Lin was taking a bath, there was a storm on the tennis court.

Leng Yaochen's ball hit Feng Yu's face hard, which made his beautiful face red and swollen instantly.

When the ball rolled down, both of them were stunned. Leng Yaochen was shocked by his fierce strength and almost couldn't hold the racket.

"Feng Yu, are you ok?" Leng Yaochen ran to see the place where Feng Yu left Jun's face was hit by the ball. It was as if he had been hit by a punch, and it immediately became red.

Feng Yu's expression is a little stiff. Obviously, he didn't expect to play well. Leng Yaochen gave him such a tricky ball as gunpowder. For a moment, he shook his mind and won.

"Pain in the face!" Feng Yu wanted to pretend to be relaxed, but his face really hurt.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." Leng Yaochen was deeply ashamed of his extreme behavior. In fact, he didn't like himself out of control like this. But just now, he was possessed by a magic in his mind. When he thought of the woman's escape, he didn't control the anger.

"It's OK. I know you didn't mean to." Feng Yu laughed lightly, then rubbed his face: "it seems that I have to go back to apply medicine first."

"Well, go and get the medicine!" Leng Yaochen was also worried that the wound would hurt Feng Yu.

They took the racket and went back to the living room. Feng Yu went upstairs directly.

Leng Yaochen sat on the sofa, feeling extremely depressed.

Lin Xiangxiang had just taken a beautiful hot bath. As he came out with his long hair, he saw Feng Yu coming in from the door.

Under the bright light, the left side of the man's face is obviously affected.

"Feng Yu, what happened to your face?" Miss Lin Mei Mou a lift, saw, hurried to run past, small hand instinctively pinch his handsome face son to examine carefully: "Leng Yaochen hit you?"

Seeing the scar, Lin missed his heart. His first thought was cold Yaochen.

"It wasn't him. It was the ball." Feng Yu's eyes were deep and focused on the small face in front of him. The pain on his face seemed to decrease suddenly.

Is she worried about herself?"It's all swollen. You have to wipe some medicine quickly." Lin Xiangxiang heard that it was the ball that hurt him. He frowned and said, "how can you be so careless in playing?"

"Leng Yaochen didn't mean it. It's hard to avoid injury when he plays." Feng Yu raised his mouth and began to laugh.

He didn't know his light words, but in the heart of Miss Lin raised a wave, in the final analysis, the injury, or cold Yaochen caused?

"Go to Uncle Quan to get the medicine, and wipe it for me!" Feng Yu's voice was deep and affectionate.

Lin missed her and went out the door.

When she went down the stairs, she found that she was only wearing a white bathrobe, and her long hair was dripping wet.

Sitting on the sofa, Leng Yaochen looks at her obscurely. She also stares at him and goes to find uncle Quan.

Right uncle heard Feng Yu playing injured, also anxious not to, quickly found a medicine box to Miss Lin.

Lin Xiangxiang was carrying the box, but he didn't look at Leng Yaochen sitting on the sofa.

Cold Yao Chen suddenly some embarrassed stand up, light way: "I'm sorry, he hurt serious?"

Lin Xiangxiang didn't expect Leng Yaochen to apologize to her. He was still angry with him. He said in a low voice: "I don't know. I'll take some medicine first and then have a look."

Looking at the petite body wrapped in the wide bathrobe, her snow-white skin is almost the same color as the bathrobe, which is more delicate and moving.

She ran upstairs in her slippers.

Cold Yao Chen's heart, keep sinking, sink to the bottom, eyes color more cold.

Feng Yu was injured. She was so worried that she ran down to take the medicine for him. For a while, she must have taken the medicine for him.

Feeling inexplicably blocked up, Leng Yaochen took the car key and wanted to leave.

Uncle Quan came over and invited him with a smile: "Leng Shao, the food is ready. Come and sit down first. The young master and the young grandmother will come down in a moment."

Leng Yaochen originally planned to leave, but suddenly saw a table of delicious food prepared by Uncle Quan, but he felt that it was not polite to leave without saying hello, so he had to put down the car key and go to the restaurant.

At the moment, upstairs, Feng Yu was sitting on the sofa. In front of him, the little woman with low head was searching for the ointment.

Take alcohol to detoxify him first, and then apply a Detumescence Ointment.

Miss Lin wants to take a cotton swab to help him apply, but Feng Yu says faintly: "anyway, you just took a bath, use your fingers."

Lin missed a Leng, had to squeeze out a little medicine on the finger, gently to his red and swollen place to erase.

The girl's tender fingers, stained with cool ointment, touched her face and aroused the original desire in Feng Yu's heart.

Finally, when she finished the medicine and was ready to draw her hand, the man's big palm suddenly caught her small hand and pulled her into his arms without warning.

"Ah Lin missed a startled, raised his head, was the man thin lip to kiss live small mouth.

Feng Yu had been waiting for this soft and sweet mouth for a long time. He wanted to eat it in his mouth for a long time. Now, if he caught her, how could he let it go.

"Cough..." Suddenly, the right uncle at the door saw such a hot scene, an old face also red, and quickly signaled to kiss the two people.

Miss Lin, the whole person is stunned, shrink in Feng Yu's arms, dare not move.

"Young master, the food has been served. Is it time to go down for dinner?" Right uncle dry smile to ask, feel oneself come up of really not time.

"I see. I'll be right down!" Feng Yu replied faintly. He didn't realize what was wrong with the fanatical picture just now.

After waiting for uncle Quan to leave, Lin Xiangxiang quickly broke free from his arms and said, "it's all your fault."

"Blame me? Who just came in and forgot to close the door? " Feng Yu had an innocent look on his face.

Miss Lin

"Get dressed and go downstairs for dinner!" Feng Yu stood up, explained to her, and then went downstairs.

At the dinner table, Leng Yaochen is sitting there, drinking wine and holding vegetables carelessly. Feng Yu, who used to feel that he spent a lot of money to invite the famous chef home, is the greatest enjoyment of his life. But at the moment, it's the same dish he used to love. Eating it in his mouth, it's not the same taste.

"Uncle Quan, open a bottle of wine again." Feng Yu went downstairs and sat down at the table. He felt that a bottle of wine was not enough for them.

"I'm driving. I can't get drunk!" Cold Yao Chen lightly reminds a way.

"If you're drunk, stay and go back tomorrow. Didn't you do the same before?" Feng Yu said with a smile.

What does Leng Yaochen want to say? He suddenly sees the woman upstairs and says faintly: "you are married now. It's inconvenient."

"What's the inconvenience? There are many guest rooms in my house. " Feng Yu could not understand the meaning of Leng Yaochen's words.

Leng Yaochen gave a faint smile and took a sip of his glass.

, a faint fragrance, emanated from Lin Sinian after bathing. The smell of essence blended with the fragrance of her green woman, which is very fatal to men."Leng Yaochen, this is the tie my friend gave you. When you leave, remember to take it with you!" Lin Xiangxiang put a box aside and said with a smile.

Leng Yaochen's face was a little cold, but Feng Yu was very curious: "I can't imagine that you are willing to accept things from women. That woman is not what you hold in Zen feather."