Young Master Jun's 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

Although Jun Mohan softened his voice slowly and softly, he still couldn't help bringing a hint of coldness.

But Feng Sujin was not afraid, she was only worried about Jun Mohan.

He refused to let her approach, she was a little uncomfortable in her heart, but these were not as good as her worry about Jun Mohan.

I always feel that some places are different after Jun Mohan returns tonight.

"Mo Han, what's wrong with you?"

Jun Mohan looked down at Su Feng Jin, and the gleam of glamorous eyes flashed away. He said gently: "Nothing, don't worry, tell you at night, don't ask now."

Feng Sujin felt some drums in her heart, but she also held her anxiety and nodded smartly: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

I wait for you, let Jun Mohan's eyes flash a soft light.

He nodded to Feng Sujin, and then he carried things into the study.

Feng Sujin was standing in place, watching the figure of Jun Mohan Qinggui just now, watching him enter the second floor study.

At this time, Feng Sujin could still feel the faint **** smell, which was still permeating the tip of her nose. She frowned and her heartbeat was a bit chaotic.

I've been to Smoky City before, and after that thrilling trip to the Black Wolf Mountain, she can understand something, not the kind of unruly girl.

She also worried that Jun Mohan was hurt.

After a while, Ye Xing came in with a wind and cold air, and his face was always cold, with no expression.

He respected Feng Sujin: "Mrs. Young!"

Feng Sujin nodded, opened his mouth and actually wanted to ask Jun Mohan's situation, but thought he said to her at night, he held back.

Ye Xing didn't stop and went directly to the second floor study.

Feng Sujin stood in the living room on the first floor and waited. Looking at the study on the second floor from time to time, she never knew that she could be so slow. She was very worried.

She was obviously not impatient, but she was in a hurry.

She looked at the time of the clock, from five to six, to seven ...

She all felt like a long, long time, and she also felt that the time passed quickly on weekdays is so slow today.

The servants cook and let Feng Sujin have dinner.

Feng Sujin has no appetite. "I'm waiting for Mr. Jun. I don't want to eat it. Go down first!"

"Yes!"

Until nine o'clock, Ye Xing came out from the second floor study, and Jun Mohan also came out.

Seeing Jun Mohan's figure, Feng Sujin's heart almost jumped out.

She hurried up the second floor, came to Jun Mohan, and stared at him with big clear eyes, her eyelashes flickered, her eyes flickered.

Feng Sujin's eyes were bright and agile, very beautiful and godlike, as if she could talk.

She looked at Jun Mohan in this way, and Jun Mohan could see through her eyes and know what she was going to say.

Jun Mohan hadn't squinted for two days and one night, with a trace of exhaustion in his expression. He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows.

But when he reached his hand halfway, he thought of something, paused, and closed it back.

Feng Sujin saw Jun Mohan's movements in her eyes, her body was stiff, and she felt that Jun Mohan was not the same as yesterday, and her heart felt lonely.

Jun Mohan put his hand in the suit's pocket, "Let's have dinner first, and we'll talk about it afterwards."

Regarding Jun Mohan's words and his arrangements, Feng Sujin never refuted, "OK."

Jun Mohan went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then sat at the table with Feng Sujin for dinner. As usual, he gave Feng Sujin cloth dishes and pickled vegetables.

But Feng Sujin has the same taste.