The Glory of the Reborn Ladies (GL)

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"Yeah." Now Feng Hua seems to have a lot of lumps in his throat, it's hot and painful, it's terribly uncomfortable.

"I'm going to buy porridge for you, you take a rest, and I'll call you when I come back."

When Ye Qiu turned around, Feng Wei gently held Ye Qiu, and said with difficulty, "You... you notified... Uncle Wang...?"

"Well, I called him and he's out now, do you want me to call him in?"

Feng Hua nodded again.

Ye Qiu went out, and Wang Ze walked in.As soon as Wang Ze saw Feng Wei's expression, his expression turned into tears, his feet were so soft that he almost knelt down, "Miss, you have suffered, it's because I didn't protect you well..."

When Wang Ze received Ye Qiu's call and rushed over, he saw Feng Wei who was in danger, feeling guilty and afraid, and the self-blame in his heart made him slap himself hard.

"I'm fine." Feng Hua reluctantly said a word, reached out and touched his throat, the pain was unbearable.

Wang Ze was also aware of Feng Hua's current situation, and quickly said, "Miss, your throat is burnt, don't talk now, you can write it with a pen and paper."

Wang Ze walked out of the ward, and stopped a nurse to ask her to find a pen and paper. This is a high-end VIP ward. Naturally, the nurse would not refuse what the guests wanted, and quickly found the pen and paper.

"Miss, I heard from Ye Qiu that there was a man on the mountain who bullied you and was injured by Ye Qiu later. I sent someone to go up and send that man to the hospital. If you sleep for a while, you will die." Wang Ze hissed, "I didn't expect that child Ye Qiu, who looks weak and weak, is also very ruthless, but he is a little out of place. If the man is really dead, although she has not yet adulthood, but this stain will ruin her life in half for the rest of her life."

Feng Wei's eyes changed when she heard this, and she quickly wrote on the paper: Ye Qiu said she hit her?

Because the hands are still weak, the handwriting is not strong enough, but it is not difficult to tell the difference. Wang Ze looked at it and said, "Ye Qiu said she hit it." Isn't it? Wang Ze's heart skipped a beat.

Feng Hua: Since that man is not dead, you go and deal with him, seal his mouth, and let him stop talking around.

Wang Ze glanced at Feng Wei, who had an extremely condensed expression, and silently made up in his mind how to deal with that man's [-]th torture.Also suppressed the strangeness just now.

When Ye Qiu came back, he was holding the packed porridge in his hand, he paused when he saw that Wang Ze was not there, then sat by Feng Hua's bed and wanted to feed her the porridge. "

"I'll do it myself." Feng Hua turned her head aside, unwilling to eat the porridge Ye Qiu fed her.

"You can't hold the bowl steady now, how disgusting is it all poured on the bed?"

Ye Qiu's threat was on point, Feng Hua couldn't guarantee that she could hold the porridge bowl steady, if she really spilled all the porridge on the bed... Feng Hua felt a physical pain just thinking about it. discomfort.

Seeing Feng Hua's expression loosen, Ye Qiu smiled and handed the spoon to Feng Hua's mouth again.

Feng Wei looked at Ye Qiu, opened her mouth forcefully, and drank all the porridge.

When a bowl of porridge was drunk no matter how slow it was, at the last sip, Feng Wei bit the spoon as if venting her anger, and looked at Ye Qiu bitterly, with words in her eyes, see what you can do with me message.

Ye Qiu was startled, and then burst out laughing, "Xiaohua is so childish, be good, spit out the spoon, the spoon is not tasty."

Feng Wei's face turned red from her anger, [Well, my face was flushed because of illness], in order to win the breath, no matter how much Ye Qiu twitched the spoon, he would not let go.

A very resolute message burst out from Feng Hua's eyes. Ye Qiu looked at Feng Hua helplessly for a while, then sighed as if compromising, "I really can't do anything with you..." Then, in Feng Hua's daze, Slowly lowered his head in his eyes.

The soft tongue licked the corner of Feng Hua's mouth, rolled the remaining porridge into his mouth, and his lips and Feng Hua's lips moved slightly.Then the tongue reached between Feng Hua's two lips, and it nimbly slipped in.

Feng Hua had no choice but to loosen her jaw, and the spoon fell on the bed but didn't get the two of them' half attention.

Ye Qiu kissed Feng Hua devoutly, every piece and every inch was treated tenderly, as if he was treating fine porcelain, and he couldn't bear to damage it a little bit.

Feng Hua was dizzy from being kissed, her already chaotic head was even more confused now, the moment Ye Qiu let go of her, Feng Hua pushed Ye Qiu with all her strength, and stared at Ye Qiu with anger in her eyes, "What are you doing?"

Ye Qiu stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, the lips glistened with water, so ambiguous, it made people blush and heartbeat.Feng Hua's face turned from red to blue, and then turned pale again.

"It's nothing, you can rest for a while, I won't bother you anymore." Seeing the anger and resistance in Feng Hua's eyes, Ye Qiu's eyes dimmed, he cleaned up the porridge bowl and walked out of the ward slowly.

Ye Qiu's back was a bit thin, a bit bleak, Feng Wei reached out to touch the red and swollen lips that had been kissed, and a muffled groan that seemed to be a smile, not a smile, or a sob, escaped from the corner of the lips.

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After Feng Hua woke up, she lay in the hospital for another week. Shi Kexuan and others came, and Ye Qiu also came with them a few times, but she never stayed alone with Feng Hua again, and she didn't even talk to Feng Hua. In a word, it's just that the porridge that Feng Hua likes will be delivered to Feng Hua who just woke up on time every morning.

The porridge came, but the person who fed the porridge was gone.

Every time Feng Hua drank porridge, she would think of Ye Qiu who fed the porridge. It was obviously only once, why did she take so long to remember?

It is easy to guess other people's hearts, but the most difficult thing is to recognize your own heart.

On the day Feng Hua was discharged from the hospital, An Ye came to Feng Hua's ward, silently helped Feng Hua pack his things, and took Feng Hua into his car himself.

"The engagement banquet is on Saturday this week. Do you want me to accompany you to buy a dress?" Now An Ye seemed to have matured a lot, and his speech became calmer.

Feng Hua turned her head, looked at An Ye's chiseled profile, and asked, "Why? Why did you agree?"

"Don't you know? I don't have the right to say no." Even if you love your parents very much, they will not continue to indulge him in some things, but tell him that as a member of the family, he enjoys everything in the family , you have to take that responsibility.

An Ye also didn't think that his responsibility and role were to marry a woman. With such a 'simple' responsibility, he didn't know whether it should be said that An's parents loved An Ye or were cruel.

"I made it clear to my father that I didn't want to get engaged to you, but I didn't expect my father to insist on arranging an engagement banquet. I only found out now." Feng Hua turned to look forward, "I'm sorry."

"I know it's not your fault." An Ye stopped talking after finishing speaking.

The atmosphere in the car wasn't heavy but it wasn't relaxing either. When he arrived at Feng Hua's house, An Ye seemed to be adapting to the role of Feng Hua's boyfriend in advance, pulling Feng Hua's suitcase by himself, holding Feng Hua's luggage with one hand. Hua took her by the hand while showing no expression, and he whispered, "Your father is at home."

"No need." Feng Hua shook off An Ye's hand.

Seeing Feng Hua's strong and straight back, An Ye paused and continued to follow.

Sure enough, Feng Heng was at home, sitting where he always sat, holding a teacup in his hand, seeing Feng Hua came back, he said flatly, "You're back, sit down."

"Hello, Uncle." An Ye, who was walking behind Feng Hua, followed up, and greeted Feng Heng respectfully.

"An Ye, let's sit down together." Facing An Ye, Feng Heng's expression softened a little, as if he was very satisfied with An Ye, and lightly ordered Mrs. Chen to prepare tea.

"Thank you, Uncle." To be honest, facing Feng Heng who was well cared for and seemed to be around 30 years old, An Ye felt a lot of pressure, as if he was facing a mountain that couldn't be shaken.