Is Feng Cheng Jue crazy?

Does he even know what he's doing?

Unspeakable tears soaked her eyes, and Ai Xiaomi's aggrieved face was flushed.

"Now, are you still worried about ghosts in the room?"

Regarding his excessive and abnormal behavior, Feng Cheng Jue obviously has no intention of explaining.

"No, no...... Worried. ”

The girl's innocent face was shocked by the man's wild actions, and she echoed it.

"Now, are you still going home?"

In fact, the purpose of Feng Cheng Jue was more obvious than ever.

"No, no...... I'm not going home. ”

Sure enough, Ai Xiaomi's panic jumped from one extreme to the other, and she was like a doll being rigidly manipulated by Lord Fengcheng.

"Well, that's good!"

After that, Feng Cheng Jue sat back at his desk to continue the meeting that had been interrupted by Ai Xiaomi, who was pouring water into his mouth with a teacup in his hand.

She was sick, so Dr. Qin reminded her to drink plenty of water before leaving.

She was sick, so she was unconscious, so she thought of the leaves outside the window being blown by the wind as a ghost.

She's sick, so Lord Fengcheng ...... again Kissed her?

No, no, the two don't seem to have any connection to each other.

Thinking about it, Ai Xiaomi always felt that she didn't know much about Feng Cheng Jue more and more, so her head was not very easy now, and she couldn't even open her eyes in a drowsiness......

Maybe everything that happened just now was just a dream, and when you wake up from the dream, everything will return to normal.

It didn't take long for Ai Xiaomi to fall asleep on the sofa in the study, and Feng Chengjue held a video conference, occasionally distracted for a few seconds to see what Ai Xiaomi was doing.

"Let's get here today, adjourn!"

It's just that when he found Ai Xiaomi curled up on the sofa trembling slightly, he quickly ended the meeting and decisively closed the computer.

Ai Xiaomi's forehead is still very hot, how come the fever reducer prepared by Qin Hao's quack doctor has no effect at all, it is just a small typhoid fever, why does Ai Xiaomi look so uncomfortable at this moment?

Feng Cheng Jue's eyes tightened, his fingers lightly touched the girl's ruddy and hot face, Ai Xiaomi's long eyelashes were thick and curly, she was very quiet when she fell asleep, like a cute and well-behaved doll, beautiful and incomprehensible!

"Ai Xiaomi, what should I do with you?"

Feng Cheng Jue has always had a problem in his heart, he knows that the beauty in front of him is only short-lived, fleeting, but why?

As long as he thought that Ai Xiaomi would leave him one day, he couldn't wait to turn her into his own thing immediately.