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Suddenly, as if he remembered something, before he handed the spoon to his mouth, he asked, "Jun Moying, why do you think I suddenly have a fever?" ”

The man's movements froze, this little thing, is it knowingly asking such a question? Or do you want to test him?

A little soft-hearted and a little distressed, he lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the forehead, "I am not in good health, and I dare to run around on a rainy day, but now I am sick and uncomfortable, do you know that I am afraid?" Let's see if you dare to go out and run around in the future. ”

Feng Qian opened her mouth, but the choking sensation in her throat made her speechless.

"Don't dare, I don't dare anymore......"

It was because of her willfulness and her self-righteousness that the aunt who would be harmed ended up with such a bleak ending.

It's all for her, if she hadn't sent Qingyu over, wouldn't her aunt have chosen to end her life?

Jun Moying pierced the thoughts in her heart at a glance, and her eyebrows were twisted fiercely, but when the words came to her mouth, she didn't know how to comfort her. In her eyes, he didn't know about it yet, he couldn't......

For a moment, he almost couldn't help but speak.

"Well, I'm not blaming you, no one wants this to happen." He simply put the spoon back, because he saw the tears that fell suddenly from her despite her closed eyes, and her face was depressed, but it was full of more intense distress and unbearable.

Reaching out to her face, while wiping her tears, he hugged her tightly and comforted: "It's just a sickness, why are you crying?" His voice seemed to be more hoarse than when he usually coaxed her, with a somewhat suppressed murmur, "Have there been fewer grievances over the years, I haven't seen you cry when I was beaten before, how did I become a mother of three children, but I am more and more like a child?" ”

When Feng Qian heard this, he changed from silent crying to low sobbing, and his heart became more and more aggrieved and sad.

At this time, she should probably be allowed to cry quietly alone, rather than having such a caring man by her side to comfort her, otherwise it will only make the tears more surging and unstoppable.

After choking for a long time, she sobbed: "I have a fever, your hands are so hot and still stick to me, I feel uncomfortable......"

“…… It's me who doesn't stick to you. Jun Moying withdrew her hand as she spoke, leaving only the other side to hold her, "Good, don't cry, no matter how strict you are, I will still be by your side and always be with you...... A qiē will be fine. ”

Feng Qian bit his lower lip hard, will it be okay?

The deceased is gone, and there is no way to recover it......

"You'll always be there, don't lie to me."

No matter what happens, will he be able to say this with all the confidence he is now?

Jun Moying said "En" in a low voice: "After so many years, how have you ever left you?" ”

The soft thin lips gently rubbed her face, feeling the hot touch on her skin, and her heart felt as if it was burned, and the words she said were both a promise to her and an oath to herself, "Absolutely not in the future." ”

Feng Qian felt that this man was intent on making her cry.

Jun Moying's eyebrows were deeper than hers, and she didn't dare to stimulate her feelings anymore, the corners of her lips were slightly slanted, and she laughed and teased: "If you cry again, tell sù Yaoyao, and see if she will laugh at you." ”

"I won't admit it."

“……”

Jun Moying glanced at her in frustration, "Good, get up and eat." ”