Chapter 1306
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Huarong was led by him and went upstairs.
Feng glanced at her.
The man looks normal, can't see any problem, also don't know he just heard her and flower banquet dialogue.
In fact, there is nothing to be guilty of. On the contrary, he is the one who should be guilty, but she is not well-known. Thinking that he may have heard her conversation with the flower banquet, she feels a little uneasy.
If he hears it and he doesn't react, it's really weird.
Huarong took a bath in the bathroom.
When she finished the bath, she saw Feng Jin standing on the windowsill smoking. When the cool wind came, he was only wearing a thin shirt, and his clothes were slightly moved by the wind, which made his figure look a little thin.
It seems so pathetic.
Huarong took a hot bath, and she came out. She didn't wash her hair, but her hair tail was wet by hot water. She was gently wiping it with a dry towel.
"What are you looking at?"
Feng Jin looked back and looked at Huarong. "Nothing."
He looked calm and opened the quilt, "you also made a day, sleep."
“……” He's clearly making trouble, OK?
Huarong didn't agree with him and went to bed.
Feng brocade came to pick up the handcuffs, with the force of thunderbolt: "click."
Huarong
Huarong: "sick."
Feng Jin doesn't think so. She turns to take a bath in the bathroom.
When he came out, Huarong was sleeping in the quilt.
Fengjin stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then went up and gently held her in his arms and lay down with her on the bed.
It was the first time that he had carried her to sleep since she left.
For a long time, she felt relieved.
Feng Jin didn't sleep well.
The nightmare went on.
Over and over, are the figure of Huarong leaving.
This has become his heart disease, even when people come back.
Wake up, it is still dark, he subconsciously hugged, but holding an empty, as if still in a nightmare, he suddenly wake up.
He sat up from the bed and took a look at the handcuffs on the edge of the bed. He reached out to take a look at the handcuffs, which were still covered with blood.
He raised his hand to hold his forehead, and his heart was in great pain. For a moment, he had the illusion that he couldn't breathe.
In the end, he did not know how to beg her forgiveness, how to let her stay, he could not see what kind of stubbornness was hidden in the gentle and indifferent attitude.
He picked up his mobile phone and called Fu Tingyuan.
The man may not be sleeping, and his cell phone is quickly picked up.
Feng Jin took a look at the time. It was already 3:30 in the morning.
"What's the matter?" Fu Tingyuan's voice is as calm and gentle as ever.
"Do me a favor." Feng Jin's hand was a little shaking, "block the airport, she's going to leave."
“……” Fu Tingyuan was silent at the other end.
"I know my request is very rude to you, but Fu Tingyuan, she is going to get married, and I can't let her go back. It's been three years. I've had a hard time finding her. You know what I've been through these three years. Take pity on me
Fu Tingyuan sighed at the other end I'll only delay that flight for you. I can't do anything else. "
Feng Jin wiped his face, lifted the quilt and walked down from the bed. His voice was low and said to Fu Tingyuan, "thank you."
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Huarong was led by him and went upstairs.
Feng glanced at her.
The man looks normal, can't see any problem, also don't know he just heard her and flower banquet dialogue.
In fact, there is nothing to be guilty of. On the contrary, he is the one who should be guilty, but she is not well-known. Thinking that he may have heard her conversation with the flower banquet, she feels a little uneasy.
If he hears it and he doesn't react, it's really weird.
Huarong took a bath in the bathroom.
When she finished the bath, she saw Feng Jin standing on the windowsill smoking. When the cool wind came, he was only wearing a thin shirt, and his clothes were slightly moved by the wind, which made his figure look a little thin.
It seems so pathetic.
Huarong took a hot bath, and she came out. She didn't wash her hair, but her hair tail was wet by hot water. She was gently wiping it with a dry towel.
"What are you looking at?"
Feng Jin looked back and looked at Huarong. "Nothing."
He looked calm and opened the quilt, "you also made a day, sleep."
“……” He's clearly making trouble, OK?
Huarong didn't agree with him and went to bed.
Feng brocade came to pick up the handcuffs, with the force of thunderbolt: "click."
Huarong
Huarong: "sick."
Feng Jin doesn't think so. She turns to take a bath in the bathroom.
When he came out, Huarong was sleeping in the quilt.
Fengjin stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then went up and gently held her in his arms and lay down with her on the bed.
It was the first time that he had carried her to sleep since she left.
For a long time, she felt relieved.
Feng Jin didn't sleep well.
The nightmare went on.
Over and over, are the figure of Huarong leaving.
This has become his heart disease, even when people come back.
Wake up, it is still dark, he subconsciously hugged, but holding an empty, as if still in a nightmare, he suddenly wake up.
He sat up from the bed and took a look at the handcuffs on the edge of the bed. He reached out to take a look at the handcuffs, which were still covered with blood.
He raised his hand to hold his forehead, and his heart was in great pain. For a moment, he had the illusion that he couldn't breathe.
In the end, he did not know how to beg her forgiveness, how to let her stay, he could not see what kind of stubbornness was hidden in the gentle and indifferent attitude.
He picked up his mobile phone and called Fu Tingyuan.
The man may not be sleeping, and his cell phone is quickly picked up.
Feng Jin took a look at the time. It was already 3:30 in the morning.
"What's the matter?" Fu Tingyuan's voice is as calm and gentle as ever.
"Do me a favor." Feng Jin's hand was a little shaking, "block the airport, she's going to leave."
“……” Fu Tingyuan was silent at the other end.
"I know my request is very rude to you, but Fu Tingyuan, she is going to get married, and I can't let her go back. It's been three years. I've had a hard time finding her. You know what I've been through these three years. Take pity on me
Fu Tingyuan sighed at the other end I'll only delay that flight for you. I can't do anything else. "
Feng Jin wiped his face, lifted the quilt and walked down from the bed. His voice was low and said to Fu Tingyuan, "thank you."
Huarong was led by him and went upstairs. Feng glanced at her. The man looks normal, can't see any problem, also don't know he just heard her and flower banquet dialogue. In fact, there is nothing to be guilty of. On the contrary, he is the one who should be guilty, but she is not well-known. Thinking that he may have heard her conversation with the flower banquet, she feels a little uneasy. If he hears it and he doesn't react, it's really weird. Huarong took a bath in the bathroom. When she finished the bath, she saw Feng Jin standing on the windowsill smoking. When the cool wind came, he was only wearing a thin shirt, and his clothes were slightly moved by the wind, which made his figure look a little thin. It seems so pathetic. Huarong took a hot bath, and she came out. She didn't wash her hair, but her hair tail was wet by hot water. She was gently wiping it with a dry towel. "What are you looking at?" Feng Jin looked back and looked at Huarong. "Nothing." He looked calm and opened the quilt, "you also made a day, sleep." He's clearly making trouble, OK? Huarong didn't agree with him and went to bed. Feng brocade came to pick up the handcuffs, with the force of thunderbolt: "click." Huarong Huarong: "sick." Feng Jin doesn't think so. She turns to take a bath in the bathroom. When he came out, Huarong was sleeping in the quilt. Fengjin stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then went up and gently held her in his arms and lay down with her on the bed. It was the first time that he had carried her to sleep since she left. For a long time, she felt relieved. Feng Jin didn't sleep well. The nightmare went on. Over and over, are the figure of Huarong leaving. This has become his heart disease, even when people come back. Wake up, it is still dark, he subconsciously hugged, but holding an empty, as if still in a nightmare, he suddenly wake up. He sat up from the bed and took a look at the handcuffs on the edge of the bed. He reached out to take a look at the handcuffs, which were still covered with blood. He raised his hand to hold his forehead, and his heart was in great pain. For a moment, he had the illusion that he couldn't breathe. In the end, he did not know how to beg her forgiveness, how to let her stay, he could not see what kind of stubbornness was hidden in the gentle and indifferent attitude. He picked up his mobile phone and called Fu Tingyuan. The man may not be sleeping, and his cell phone is quickly picked up. Feng Jin took a look at the time. It was already 3:30 in the morning. "What's the matter?" Fu Tingyuan's voice is as calm and gentle as ever. "Do me a favor." Feng Jin's hand was a little shaking, "block the airport, she's going to leave." Fu Tingyuan was silent at the other end. "I know my request is very rude to you, but Fu Tingyuan, she is going to get married, and I can't let her go back. It's been three years. I've had a hard time finding her. You know what I've been through these three years. Take pity on me Fu Tingyuan sighed at the other end I'll only delay that flight for you. I can't do anything else. " Feng Jin wiped his face, lifted the quilt and walked down from the bed. His voice was low and said to Fu Tingyuan, "thank you."
