The pampered baby of King's High School

"Tata, what's wrong with her?!" Du Mengqi looked at Mo Tata, who had her eyes closed tightly, and asked in surprise.

"She fainted. There is a doctor in my villa. I will drive her there. Don't worry." Feng Yingchen's voice was cold, and his tone was full of irresistibility.

"Okay, Master Feng! Slow down on your way, if you need us, call me anytime!"

"En." Feng Yingchen responded lightly, got up and left the apartment.She sat in his co-pilot again.

He remembered that this was the third time.

It's been a long time since the first time it happened.

The first time she sat in his co-pilot, it was real. On the day the love bar exploded, she was drunk, but she stood up bravely at the critical moment and saved the lives of everyone present.Then, he carried her to his home...

Mo Tata will never know how lucky he is, Feng Yingchen will never let the opposite sex sit in his car, Feng Yingchen will never let the opposite sex step into his house... There are many, many, sometimes love, just Rooted in these little things...

Feng Yingchen put her gently on the bed, turned on the air conditioner, and adjusted the temperature just right.Then he ordered the servants to get some hot water and a towel, and carefully covered her smooth forehead with the towel...

She was covered in sweat, and the sweat had already soaked the bath towel draped over her body.Feng Yingchen wanted to help her wipe her body, but when she remembered that he had promised her that he would never touch her again unless she was willing...

After the last mystery, the two of them inevitably had several lines of defense in their hearts.

No amount of time can eliminate that, the gap between the two hearts.

Feng Yingchen lowered her deep eyelids helplessly, and ordered two maids to enter her room to wipe Motata's body... After he finished his explanation, he slowly closed the door and walked into the living room.

Every time he was upset, he would always light a cigarette, play with the lighter skillfully, send the cigarette to his cold thin lips, and take a deep puff.

It seems like this, only in this way, my cold heart, manic heart, heart that cannot be stilled, can I get a trace of peace...

——I have been unrestrained all my life, but in the end I still bow to your quiet smile like a baby?

—Mottata.

——I, Feng Yingchen, what should I do with you.

——You said it.

"Master Feng...Miss Tata cried and told us not to touch her..."

"Yes, Master Feng, we really have nothing to do, she seems to be against us..."

The two servants who had just entered the room ran out in a panic and reported to Feng Yingchen nervously.Feng Yingchen heard Mo Tata's hysterical cry, frowning together, extinguished the cigarette butt, and said coldly, "You guys go down, I'll come."

"Yes, young master." After finishing speaking, the two servants left in a panic...

Feng Yingchen sighed softly, pushed open the door, and immediately saw Mo Tata curled up in the corner.

Her petite body was covered with her own expensive dark yellow blanket, her fair little face was covered with tears, her body was shrunk into a ball, and she was still trembling, her shoulders trembled with the sound of her sobs , like a poor, wounded ostrich.

She used her thin shoulders to surround herself in a circle, as if, that was her own world...

Is this still Motta?Or the little rogue who is not afraid of anything?

At this moment, when Feng Yingchen saw her thin and small, she felt an indescribable distress in her heart...

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