Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng didn't know what happened in the club, but he could think that Jiang Haichao would be able to suppress it, and this incident would not end in the end. He did not expect that Nie Qing's phone call would alarm the three big men.

At this time, Jin Zishan left, but Nie Qing's Wrangler stopped downstairs in Fengjing Garden.

The bug was installed on the sole of Yang Feng's shoe, so as long as she wanted to listen, she could still hear the movement in the room.

In the living room, Sheng Ge was applying medicine to Yang Feng, all over his body covered in purple, and then tied with gauze to form a mummy.

Yang Feng looked left and right in the mirror, turned around, and showed a dumbfounded expression.

Shengge lowered his head, wringed his fingers, and said, "I blame my clumsy hands."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Very well. Well, you also have a lot of blood on your clothes. Go take a bath and then wear Qian..."

Shengge looked at him with big bright eyes, and he felt a bit wrong when he said this straightforwardly, and then his head hurt.

"Hiss——" The pain deep into the nerves and bones made Yang Feng couldn't help taking a breath.

"Yang Feng, I'm sorry, I'm all to blame, I'll definitely solve the Gu as soon as possible." Shengge gently hugged Yang Feng's waist and said.

"Come on." Yang Feng shook his head, took up Shengge's little hand, came to the door of the master bedroom, and said: "There are clothes in the cupboard. It belongs to my girlfriend. You can make do with it."

"Okay, I don't mind." Shengge nodded softly.

There was a rush of water in the toilet, and Yang Feng sat on the sofa thinking about things. It seemed that after only a while, Shengge was washed, and he came out wearing a thin silk nightgown, the kind with a tie on his chest, although the neckline It opened wide and deep, but Shengge's figure was not at all visible.

"Is it done so soon?"

"Yeah." Shengge stepped on the crystal slippers and wiped his wet hair as he walked, and then sat on the sofa next to Yang Feng.

"I'll help you."

"it is good."

"Hungry?" Yang Feng asked as he wiped.

Shengge shook his head.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Shake again.

"Do you want to..."

Shengge twisted her body, squinted her eyes and bit her lip. His left hand deliberately pulled the neckline away, and his right hand gently pressed Yang Feng's chest, winking like a vocal cord, tempting: "But, can you?"

"Is it okay? Try it and you will know."

"Ah, help." Shengge screamed with a smile.

"I usually don't get under the line of fire for minor injuries. It's interesting to tease me, now it's too late to call for help." In Yang Feng's eyes, Shengge clearly wanted to refuse.

"Ah--" Shengge felt cold, and the only layer of fabric on her body was opened by Yang Feng.

It was not the first time for the two, nor was it the second time. Yang Feng was not so anxious. He slowed down the rhythm and stared quietly at Shengge's eyes.

Shengge also relaxed and looked back affectionately.

Yang Feng bowed his face, Shengge greeted him, Yang Feng leaned down, Shengge readily accepted.

Downstairs, Nie Qing was blushing, looking at the timer, and muttered to herself: "It's been thirty minutes, this is too capable! Yang Feng, you have suffered such a serious injury, not even a little Temperance is really greedy and joyless."

After scolding, she was not relaxed at all, she lay on the steering wheel, her eyes looking at the endless night without focus, her expression was infinitely lonely.

"Yang Feng, since I was little, I have never been wronged at all. I am a very possessive person. I always have to do everything possible to get things I like, but I can accept that you have other women!"

Nie Qing smiled miserably and continued to mutter to herself: "I'm like this, can't you still give me a little love?"

Suddenly remembering that Jiang Haichao had said the same thing, Nie Qing's pretty face went white again.

Upstairs finally calmed down.

On the sofa, Sheng Ge carefully nestled in his arms, and said anxiously: "I want to keep our children, do you really have a way?"

"Of course! But I'm still thinking about it." Yang Feng stroked Shengge's chest, "I am worried about something."

"What?" Sheng Ge raised his head to look at him, his face flushed.

"This is simply a teacup lid! Milk-water is definitely not enough, is my son going to be hungry."

"Hate, who wants to have a son with you." Shengge refused to follow, and the fan fist punched Yang Feng's chest.

"Oh." Yang Feng clutched his chest, showing pain on his face.

"Did it hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Seeing Shengge's nervous appearance, Yang Feng chuckled, took it into his arms, and sighed contentedly.

The two of them lay on the sofa intimately. Soon after, Yang Feng snored slightly.

Shengge left Yang Feng's arms, got up slowly, put on underwear and nightgown, took the key, and went downstairs.

Actually even had a child, Nie Qing was hurting the spring and sorrowing autumn secretly, and suddenly saw a figure appearing in the front of the car, as elegant as a fairy in the moon.

"Shengge?"

Shengge looked at her for a while, then turned to the co-pilot, and said, "Can you talk about it?"

Nie Qing pressed the central control lock and Shengge sat in. She couldn't wait to ask: "How do you know I am here?"

"intuition."

"What are you talking about?" Nie Qing was a little embarrassed, as if someone was spotting a peeping.

"Yang Feng is a very good person and a suitable partner. You are all excellent and well-matched. You shouldn't give up." Sheng Ge calmly looked outside the car, his tone was flat, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him. child.

"Aren't you already..." The kind of Yun Yuhuan's good thing, she is a girl who has not been out of the cabinet, and has not even talked about a relationship seriously, really can't say it, "and you have children."

"How do you know?" Sheng Ge's expression changed slightly.

Nie Qing's face blushed and squeezed out two words: "Intuition."

Shengge didn't delve into it. She turned her head and said lightly: "Unfortunately, I don't deserve it. We made a mistake from the beginning. Although I can't bear him, we are destined to have no results."

"Why?" The innocent Nie Qing immediately overflowed with sympathy.

"There is no why." Shengge shook his head, "The day the Gu is solved is the time to say goodbye."

"How can I help, how can I help?"

"The one-month embryo is used as a drug primer, and it must be me and him."

"What! This is clearly...that is..."

"Is it a sorcery?" Shengge shook his head, then nodded, "It is indeed a sorcery."

"What will happen if I don't understand?"

"Only centered on me, can only think of me alone, otherwise I will have a headache and a splitting headache."

"too terrifying!"

"This is also the reason why I decided to leave him. Otherwise, when I get rid of the Gu for him, and when they lose their feelings for each other, these old things will be revealed one by one. Since there is no good ending, it is better to choose the best time. End."

"Shengge, you are still young, how can you be so pessimistic?"

"In the past eighteen years, have I ever had any hope?"

"Shengge..."

Shengge shook Nie Qing's hand back: "You are also a good person. It's late at night, let's go back!"

After all, Shengge pumped his hands and got off the car.

On Friday morning, Yang Feng opened his eyes and saw the morning sun shine through the bay window into the living room, and then glanced at the electronic clock on the wall at half past seven.

Yang Feng was taken aback, and suddenly sat up from the sofa, shouting "Sheng Ge".

Shengge came out of the kitchen, dressed in a robe and apron, with a shovel in his hand, pouting and looking upset: "Why, yelling early in the morning."

Yang Feng scratched his head and smiled: "I thought you were gone."

Shengge smiled: "You can't bear me?"

Yang Feng hugged her naked and asked for a kiss despite her exclaim.

"Stop making trouble." Shengge struggled with a smile, "Go brush your teeth, start dinner right away, there's still business in the morning!"

"what's up?"

"Buy vegetables, and some daily necessities."

"You are..." Yang Feng showed ecstasy, "Live together!"

Shengge lowered his head, feeling coy, Yang Feng couldn't help but hugged him into his arms.

"What's the smell?" The two looked at each other and said in unison.

"Ah-my pot stickers." Shengge yelled, took off Yang Feng's arms and rushed into the kitchen.

Yang Feng smirked, and suddenly looked down at himself, as if a little indecent and easy to run out, so he wrapped a bath towel and took his mobile phone into the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet seat, Yang Feng called Dracula and said that he was temporarily ill and would not return to Longyang for the time being. He asked Feng Yuxin to talk to Feng Yuxin by the way. As for the stock operation, it was implemented in accordance with the established plan.

After finishing the call, Yang Feng looked at the mirror and unwrapped the gauze on his body. As expected, the scars closed.

Then he turned on the shower and walked into the waterline.

Outside, Shengge brought breakfast to the table and was staring at the calendar with a red whiteboard marker in a daze.

She circled the 20 days. This was the last day she could get along with Yang Feng. She made a countdown watch.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the toilet, Shengge walked to the door and opened the door with an unhappy expression: "Are you crazy, you are not afraid of wound infection?"

Yang Feng didn't have the consciousness of doing something wrong. He smiled and said, "Would you like to play in the water?"

"No." Shengge pouted, "Just a simple wash, I'll give you medicine when you come out."

After a while, Yang Feng finished washing, walked to Shengge, gave her the bath towel in his hand, and turned her back to give her a figure, "Help me dry."

Shengge took a closer look, was immediately dumbfounded, and muttered: "How is it possible?"

"How is it possible? Wipe it."

"The wounds are closed, and there are no scars left."

"I'm hungry, eat." Yang Feng smiled faintly, took the towel and wiped it casually, wrapped it around his waist, and walked to the dining table.

Shengge couldn't think of it anyway, shook his head and followed.

After eating a sweet and loving breakfast, Shengge cleaned up and washed up. The two changed their clothes and went out hand in hand.

The morning market in the vegetable market is bustling. Most of the people who come out to buy vegetables so early are middle-aged and elderly women. Of course, there are also some young people like them, who look like college students who experience the married life in advance.

However, the appearance is just like the difference between clouds and mud.

Therefore, when the two interlocking fingers stepped into the vegetable market, they attracted countless people.

The two often receive this kind of attention and don't care.Yang Feng didn't know what to buy, but was dragged away by Shengge. Today, he is the porter who pays the bill.

"Shengge, they are all watching you."

"It obviously depends on you."

"What's good about me, it's just a pile of cow dung."

"You are too modest, you didn't see the eyes of those middle-aged and elderly women."

"It seems that I am a friend of middle-aged and elderly women."

Listening to what Yang Feng said was interesting, Shengge couldn't help but laugh out loud.