Feng Hao saw it and reached out to help her, but she didn't even think about pushing him with her other hand, and accidentally, the teacup in her hand fell on the table, and the tea spilled on the table.

Caritas hurriedly asked the maid to come and clean up.

Feng Hao pulled Xia Yucheng into his arms, and kissed her forehead as if no one was around: "Tired! Go back and rest!"

After saying that, he helped her up, and she knelt for a long time, and her legs were numb, and she couldn't stand at all.

"Grandma, let's go back first!" Feng Hao picked her up, looking at her pale little face, his heart was distressed.

"It's so unusual, it's just ......" Fujiwara stood up and said loudly, "You're used to her, and you don't look at where this is, and you don't want to think about who you are." So many pairs of eyes up and down are looking at you, seeing how you indulge a woman, isn't that a joke?"

"Grandma, I'm sorry, I know you don't like Orange Orange, it's okay, my woman I'm going to hurt!" Feng Hao said in a deep voice, and went out with Xia Yucheng in his arms.

"Hao ......"

Fujiwara Xiang looked at her grandson's back, only to feel that the fire was rising.

……

Coming out of the living room, neither Xia Yucheng nor Feng Hao spoke, she fell into his arms, buried her face in his chest, listened to his heartbeat, and counted in her heart:

"One, two, three......"

"Orange Orange ......"

"I want to see the cherry blossom trees behind you when your uncle was taking pictures. Xia Yucheng whispered.

He looked down at her, and although his face was pale, it was okay, there were no tears in her eyes. He couldn't see her shed tears the most, so he was a little relieved to see that she wasn't crying.

The winter wind blows on people's faces, which is a little painful and a little biting.

Feng Hao carried her to a pavilion in the garden, and from here, she could just see the Yae cherry trees on the opposite side.

At this time, the leaves of the Yae cherry trees have already withered, and they are bare and not good-looking. The snow in the garden had melted away, and the ground was wet.

Feng Hao lowered her down and let her sit on the wooden chair in the pavilion on her shoulder.

Muzi brought Xia Yucheng's boots, and Feng Hao squatted down to help her put them on. Then he told Muzi to go back and get a blanket.

"No, it's not cold!" Xia Yucheng whispered, then looked at the cherry blossom trees and said, "Look, I can't imagine how beautiful they are in spring." ”

Feng Hao held her somewhat cold hand and glanced at Muzi, who understood, and went back to get the blanket.

"Not happy?" Feng Hao had no intention of looking at the cherry blossom trees, nor did he have the intention of sighing, but he was worried about cherishing the woman in his arms.

"How happy are you?" Xia Yucheng sighed lightly and said with a wry smile, "Hao, do you want me to congratulate you on your upcoming engagement to the Gold Medal Queen?"

Feng Hao was silent, this matter was his debt to her. He just hugged her tightly, hugged her, hugged her so tightly that it almost took her breathless.

"I know, I promised you. But at that time, you didn't propose. Fenghao, how can you let me hold a heart waiting for you to marry me, and watch you get engaged to another woman?" she closed her eyes gently, and there was a sour feeling in her heart, "I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come......"

Feng Hao took a deep breath and said in a dumb voice, "Didn't you say okay, for my sake, take a step back." ”

For him, it's not just about grandma not hurting his body anymore, it's more about the responsibility of being a man of the Feng family.

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