In the process, she could faintly feel Feng Xinglan's gaze on her, making her scalp tingle for no reason.

After her son fell asleep again, she looked up at Feng Xinglan, only to see him sitting there and starting to make tea.

His movements of making tea are as smooth as flowing water, obviously very casual, but he has a calm and elegant nature.

His fingers are slender and white, and he wears a red wrench on his thumb, and when he holds the teapot to sift tea, his jade hand reflects the azure teacup, which is extremely pleasing to the eye.

Jun Crimson suddenly looked away.

This man is so good-looking at all times and places.

However, no matter how good he is, he no longer belongs to her, he is the Star Lan Palace Master of the Star God Realm, and he is no longer the Night Emperor of the Nether Night Clan......

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Feng Xinglan suddenly opened his mouth lightly, poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

The color of that cup of tea is a little strange, dark brown, and the tea fragrance wafting out is very pure.

Jun didn't answer, Feng Xinglan raised his eyebrows, and then asked, "Afraid that I will poison you?" ”

Jun was stunned, but in the end he still took it.

She was in a trance for a moment, and her fingers touched his's fingers as she took the tea.

She stiffened slightly, he had already handed the tea into her hand, and then quickly withdrew his hand: "Bengong has said, you are Yan'er's mother, for Yan'er's sake, Bengong will not do anything to you." You can rest assured. ”

She naturally understood that he would not poison her, but he kept pulling Yan'er's banner, as if she would think too much, which made her quite speechless.

In fact, she doesn't think much about treating him, so as not to embarrass herself.

But not thinking about it doesn't mean that she doesn't feel sad, every time she gets along with him, she feels like a cat scratching.

Once, once so much in love-

She drank the tea one by one.

The taste is good, extremely mellow, but there seems to be a kind of bloody smell in it, but there is nothing to taste under the fine taste.

There was some silence in the room for a while.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" Feng Xinglan asked again.

Jun Scarlet's heart moved slightly, looked up at him, held the last glimmer of hope, and asked: "Do you believe what I once said, I ...... that day?"

"This is not what this palace asked, and I am not interested in the original matter, so I don't want to mention it again." Feng Xinglan interrupted her in a cold voice.

"So what are you trying to ask? What are you interested in? Jun Crimson couldn't help but ask, her voice slightly hoarse.

Although her fever has subsided, her head is still buzzing, and the inexplicable grievances in her heart are also surging.

When people are sick, they are extremely fragile and want to find their most beloved to be spoiled.

But now, she has no one to spoil her, or no one to allow her to be spoiled, so she has endured it.

But endure and endure, my heart is still very uncomfortable and sad.

was squeezed by his yin and yang weird words, and couldn't help but get angry.

Feng Xinglan was silent, and the cup kept turning at his fingertips.

Jun looked at him crimson, and his heart was dry.

Just now, when her son was communicating with him, she happened to hear it, and her heart, which was already full of holes, was tantamount to being stabbed again.

Even though her heart was numb, there was still a lot of pain.

Now look at him sitting here, his expression unpredictable, faintly detached.

There was no booing, just cynicism......

She clenched her fists, only to feel like a thorn in her heart was tightly pierced, which made her impetuous, and blurted out a sentence: "Ye Yuelan, how can you believe me?" I ......"

(End of chapter)