He had always thought that she would only learn Donald Duck's voice.

Thinking of this, he curled his lips and smiled, looking up at the top, "It's not good." ”

After a pause, he reached out and found a book from the side of the bed and threw it at Lian Zhenzhen.

Lian Zhenzhen took the book and saw that there were lines of "Political History of Political Parties in Country Y" written on the cover.

"You read it to me in Donald Duck's voice."

“……”

Is this the punishment for her?

She wanted to cry without tears, it was the first time she had encountered such a strange punishment.

Without hearing her voice, Feng Yu got up slightly and glanced at her.

She nodded quickly, "Yes, sir." ”

Clearing her throat, she began to read to him the "political book" in Donald Duck's voice, which was especially comical as it spread through the empty bedroom.

However, after reading it for a long time, the mysterious man did not shout to stop.

Lian Zhenzhen couldn't stop beating Hatche.

Later, when the sky was about to dawn, Lian Zhenzhen put down the book and secretly aimed at the mysterious person.

In the bedroom, only a small table lamp was on, and the light was dim.

She could only catch a glimpse of him through the gap in the partition wall.

I didn't react for a long time, and I guessed that he was asleep.

Was he taking her reading aloud as a lullaby?

Lian Zhenzhen bit her lip and grimaced in his direction.

Thinking that he was asleep, she could also be lazy, so she leaned back in her chair to rest.

In a daze, she heard footsteps.

A dark shadow stopped in front of her.

She felt something warm on her forehead, reached out and pushed it, almost falling, only to fall into a warm embrace.

She whispered, "Brother......"

In my memory, my brother often hugged her like this, spoiled her so much, and wanted to put the best things in the world in front of her.

But later, my brother could no longer open his eyes, hug her, or even say a word.

Lian Zhenzhen fell into a dream, his nose was sour, "Brother...... Brother, I miss you ......"

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms, hesitated, picked her up, and put her on the bed.

"Brother......

Lian Zhenzhen's eyes oozed tears, tugging at the sheets, and shouting in pain.

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and patted her back gently.

"Even Zhenzhen, we are all the same......"

One is a comedian who looks giggling and is not afraid of anything.

One is a prince who seems cold and arrogant, and has no interest in anything.

But the essence is the same, because of the hurt he has suffered, he has left a deep grief in his heart.

He leaned down, gently stroked Lian Zhenzhen's forehead, and fell silent.

——

When Lian Zhenzhen woke up, he saw a luxurious chandelier hanging in the sky.

The ceiling is painted with simple patterns, reminiscent of the interior of a medieval Western European church.

The curtains are frivolous, and the warm sun spills in through the gaps.

Lian Zhenzhen looked around, couldn't react for a while, and closed his eyes.

Silently muttered a few times in my heart, opened my eyes, and found that the scene had not changed!

It wasn't her dream, she was actually lying on her husband's big bed.

She suddenly panicked, lifted the quilt, and found that she was still wearing clothes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night, nothing happened, did it?

She vaguely remembered that she was planning to be lazy and take a nap, but she didn't think of it......

Lian Zhenzhen patted his head, lay down from the bed, staggered a little, opened the door, and saw Gu Ci and Dai Mi'er talking.