The abstinence veteran always wants to spoil me

These words surprised Feng Chuanhe.

He subconsciously looked down at the young man who was held in his arms after fainting. His lips were red and his teeth were white, but his soft and beautiful face was a little pale and haggard, as if he was malnourished.

Maybe it's because the young man's appearance in his arms is so obedient, and his beautiful appearance makes him a little moved.

Therefore, instead of letting go, Feng Chuanhe tightened his arms and hugged him around his waist. In front of Jin Chen, he raised his brows and said, "Why should a person who fell into my arms be given to him without permission?" you?"

Jin Chen also knew Feng Chuanhe, but he didn't know what the relationship between the little demon cat in his arms and this man would be.

But it made him a little upset, the two obviously knew each other.

"You..." Jin Chen looked at Feng Chuanhe coldly. He didn't know when the two of them met, and a mocking smile flashed in his eyes, "My man, do you need to ask why?" ?”

"Your person?" Feng Chuanhe narrowed his eyes, hugged Yu Miao with his vigorous and powerful hands, and smiled, "I can't see it, he was hiding from you just now, he was afraid of you, so he wanted to run away Everyone present saw what happened when they hit me, so I'm afraid Mr. Jin is irresponsible for saying that? Everyone has eyes to see."

Jin Chen's face darkened: "What do you want to express?"

"So I took him away," Feng Chuanhe smiled, regardless of the astonished gazes of others, "Speaking of which, he still owes me something."

Jin Chen asked coldly: "...what does he owe you?"

When everyone else was eating melons to join in the fun, the smile in Feng Chuanhe's eyes became more intense. His slender fingers picked up the young man's fair and soft face, and kissed him lightly on his forehead. He narrowed his peach blossom eyes and smiled playfully: " This little thing still owes me sugar."

Jin Chen became annoyed and said angrily: "...Fengchuanhe!"

Without saying a word, he rushed up to grab Feng Chuanhe, but Feng Chuanhe would not do what he wanted, even with Yu Miao in his arms, he could easily and calmly push him away, staggering Jin After Shen's attack, he also raised one foot and kicked Jin Chen without hesitation.

Jin Chen avoided Feng Chuanhe's attack with a cold face.

"In this crowded place, I don't want to fight with you. I hope it's better for Jin Chen to save face. Everyone is a respectable person." Feng Chuanhe stood in the crowd and looked at him lightly, " You said he belongs to you, well, when he wakes up, if he nods his head and admits it, and is willing to leave with you, I will naturally not stop him. "

"But before he wakes up," Feng Chuanhe's eyes flashed an aggressive smile, "That's not okay, it's mine in my arms."

He said such unreasonable words as a matter of course, which made Jin Chen's face even more gloomy, but when he thought of something, he smiled lightly again, raised the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "So that's the case, Mr. Feng is still the same, It was, and it is.”

"They all like to pick up things left by others."

If Feng Chuanhe could maintain a calm and composed smile just a second ago, at this moment, cracks appeared in his smile, and dark clouds gathered.

And Yang Ye, who came out to the night market with Feng Chuanhe, realized it now, and when he saw Feng Chuanhe's face, he hurriedly said: "Chuanhe!"

She wanted to stretch out her hand to stop the enraged Fengchuanhe, but it was too late. A fiery red totem instantly appeared on Fengchuanhe's forehead, and when she lifted her palm, a fiery red light slammed into Jin Chen's chest. Blast it fiercely, with indescribable cruelty and danger.

"You!" Jin Chen's expression changed, and he immediately stretched out his hand to block it, but his reaction was a step slower than Feng Chuanhe's, and he was hit directly in the chest, staggered back a few steps, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Ye's face changed, and he hurriedly grabbed Feng Chuanhe: "Chuanhe! Calm down! This is still on the street, what if you hurt someone!"

Feng Chuanhe had a serious face, his eyes were still cold, he swept across the injured Jin Chen, and said sarcastically: "I forgot, Mr. Jin was injured before, and his body hasn't recovered yet, so be careful."

Jin Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were indifferent.

"I don't know what relationship he has with you, but that's not important," Feng Chuanhe narrowed his eyes, "Now, he was taken away by me."

"Chuanhe? What nonsense are you talking about!" Yang Ye's face changed instantly, "This is just a strange boy, let your mother know..."

Feng Chuanhe glanced over indifferently, Yang Ye froze instantly, gritted his teeth, shut his mouth quickly, and glanced at the thin and pale boy in his arms, white and tender, really beautiful...

But so what?

If Feng Chuanhe took this young man away today, he would kill this beautiful young man one day... just like it did many years ago.

Unfortunately, she couldn't stop it.

As if Feng Chuanhe wanted to provoke Jin Chen on purpose, he bent down and picked up the unconscious Yu Miao for the princess, turned around and left.

One of Jin Chen's attendants followed up, hesitantly said: "Boss Jin, they are gone, why don't you... chase them? Or they..."

Jin Chen interrupted him: "Don't chase."

He stared deeply at the back of Feng Chuanhe leaving with Yu Miao in his arms, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Feng Chuanhe put Yu Miao in the car and drove back to his villa. Seeing that he was still unconscious, he asked the doctor to take a look.

The doctor said: "I have a high fever, and my head seems to have been seriously injured. My body seems a little strange, but I can't find it out..."

The doctor's words kept ringing in his ears, and Feng Chuanhe didn't listen carefully. He only noticed some important words, high fever, other physical problems, and head injuries.

"Okay, I see." Feng Chuanhe said lightly.

Now when he calmed down, he looked at the young man lying on the sofa, and realized that he had brought this young man home on impulse, and started fighting with Jin Chen on the street.

This young man has nothing to do with him, except that he is very beautiful, and at first sight... he is amazing, which makes him impulsive.

"Forget it," Feng Chuanhe exhaled a puff of smoke rings, looked up at the young man on the sofa and thought, "Let him leave when he's done."

He is not a nosy person, and this young man's background is unknown, and he has a relationship with Jin Chen, so there seems to be quite a lot of mysteries in him, although Feng Chuanhe is not afraid of anything, but he can't find himself doing this The reason seems to have nothing to do with him.

The doctor finished the drip for Yu Miao, prescribed some medicine and left, and the servants in the villa also boiled the medicine and put it on the table.

The servant seldom saw Feng Chuanhe bringing someone back, and he seemed to care about him, so he couldn't help being curious: "President Feng, this is..."

Feng Chuanhe said: "I picked up a poor little boy."

The servant was taken aback: "Huh?"

Feng Chuanhe just answered casually, flicking the cigarette in his hand: "Adopt him temporarily, and let him leave when he recovers."

"That's it," the servant smiled. Although he was surprised, he still boasted, "Our Mr. Feng is not only good-looking, but also has a beautiful heart."

Feng Chuanhe listened to her praise indifferently, and just leaned on the sofa lazily with Erlang crossed his legs and smiled, the smoke was lingering, obscuring his handsome facial features, making it impossible to read his thoughts.

After smoking a cigarette, Feng Chuanhe threw the cigarette butt back into the ashtray, and looked at the young boy lying on the sofa with peach blossom eyes.

"Little fairy," Feng Chuanhe called out, "It's time to wake up."

It's a pity that the little goblin slept deeply and showed no sign of waking up. Her long eyelashes left fan-shaped solitary shadows on her eyelids. Her pretty face was very fair, but she was malnourished and too thin.

Feng Chuanhe sat down beside Yu Miao's sofa, stared at his fair and beautiful face, couldn't help poking it a few times, it was soft and felt good, he couldn't help pinching it again .

"Hmm..." Yu Miao snorted uncomfortably, subconsciously rubbed his soft face against his finger, trying to rub it off.

The boy's appearance was a bit too cute, which made Feng Chuanhe smile: "I saved you this time, what's wrong with pinching it?"

It's a pity that Yu Miao couldn't understand no matter what he said at this time.

"Stupid cat." Feng Chuanhe reached out and stroked Yu Miao's hair, it was very soft, remembering the pair of cute cat ears erected in front of his head, he couldn't help but brushed his hair and tugged at his ears, It's a pity that it didn't turn into cat ears, which made him curious, "The tail is..."

The tail seemed to grow on the buttocks before?

Thinking of this, Feng Chuanhe couldn't help but glance at his ass.

The boy was wearing a pair of loose trousers, and even lying on the sofa can draw out his curvy figure, his little buttocks are slightly raised.

Feng Chuanhe originally wanted to look at the little tail, but he didn't see it. Instead, he touched the boy's buttocks and pinched it.

...Why is this little butt so soft?

Yu Miao twitched uncomfortably when he pinched her buttocks, frowned slightly, and hummed a few times softly: "Uh-huh..."

Feng Chuanhe's fingers were stiff, looking at the white, tender and soft young man on the sofa, his heart was burning hot, he suddenly felt...

He didn't seem to just want to pinch the boy's ass.

"...What am I thinking?" Feng Chuanhe was taken aback by the thoughts in his mind, and withdrew his hand inexplicably.

too weird.

Feng Chuanhe stood up from the sofa, intending to leave, and he will be able to hug him and feed him the medicine later, as for other things, he has nothing to do with it.

But before he was about to leave, he couldn't help but glance over the young man's face. Maybe because he was having a high fever, his beautiful brows were slightly frowned, as if it was in pain, which made him suddenly soften.

"Forget it," Feng Chuanhe sat back on the sofa, gently helped the young man up from the sofa, let his head rest on his chest, picked up the bowl on the table with one hand, and hooked it With a smile on his lips, "I brought all of them home, so what if I give you some medicine?"