Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 117 The gold master is a sick child (21) 【First order requires support】

She is not feeling well, will she go to someone else?
With such thoughts in mind, Feng Chengjue sat on the bed anxiously and excitedly, until Qingzhou changed into pajamas and turned off the lights, he still hadn't reacted.

Feng Chengjue: "...Aren't you going to do something today?"

Qing Zhou: "Can you do it?"

Feng Chengjue: "..."

Why can't it work?Can you speak clearly?

"You have injuries, and I'm not in good health." Qing Zhou put his arms around Feng Chengjue's waist, and gently and forcefully laid him down on the bed, "You can just prepare for singing in peace these few days."

Feng Chengjue's whole body froze with the slender arms wrapped around his waist like this.

But when he noticed that the little girl next to him seemed to be very relaxed, he also inhaled slightly to relax his body, slowly turned around in the dark, and hugged her body with his backhand.

The little girl was a little slimmer than he had imagined.

So weak that he could directly touch the butterfly bone behind her with a sweep of his arms.

There was a faint fragrance on her body, which seemed to be absent. It was an indescribable smell, very similar to the feeling of her body, that kind of cold and indifferent breath.

In the darkness, Feng Chengjue's face blushed quietly.

He suddenly felt that it was good to be taken care of, especially by a girl he liked—although it would be a bit embarrassing to say it.

The girl's breathing gradually calmed down, and after a while she rubbed against her body and put her head under the pillow.

Feng Chengjue: "..." almost laughed out loud.

She doesn't like pillows.

Feng Chengjue stretched out his hand and carefully lifted Qingzhou's head up to put it on the pillow.

Her eyes opened in the darkness.

The moonlight outside the window can be seen clearly, her eyes are clear, she doesn't look like someone who just fell asleep at all.

Feng Chengjue's expression froze slightly, and he was about to speak, but was stopped by the cool and soft feeling on his lips.

Qing Zhou leaned over and kissed him slowly, "Go to sleep."

The voice was soft, more like the original owner's tone of voice, even Qing Zhou, during the time when he just woke up and was confused, he would inevitably lose a bit of his original indifference when speaking.

When Feng Chengjue heard this, his heart softened halfway, and he suddenly understood why his fans screamed crazily when they saw him.

—he thinks now too.

I have no self-control at all with the person I like.

But with such a gesture, Feng Chengjue finally felt more real, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and then closed his eyes.
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In the next few days, the two of them spent this kind of cohabitation life.

Feng Chengjue thought he would be very uncomfortable, but otherwise, he was infected by Qing Zhou's natural attitude, and gradually relaxed.

The little assistant came to deliver documents to Feng Chengjue, and it was Qing Zhou who opened the door for her.

The little assistant was very impressed with Qingzhou, and was a little afraid of her, so he said hello cautiously: "Ms. Luo, good morning."

Qing Zhou nodded: "Good morning, he's upstairs."

After saying these words, he went back to the living room and sat on the sofa.

The little assistant didn't look sideways, and hurried upstairs to find Feng Chengjue to give him the things. When they came down, the two of them came down together. From upstairs, the little assistant saw Qing Zhou below holding a book and reading, with an expression on his face focus.

She hasn't yet lamented that the wealthy lady loves learning so much.

Feng Chengjue, who was beside her, went downstairs directly.

He pulled the book out of his hand with one hand.

"You've been watching since you woke up, go and see the rest meeting outside."

Assistant: "???"

Isn't Miss Luo Feng's benefactor?
(End of this chapter)