As soon as he was in a good mood, Xia Yucheng also relaxed a little, raised his chin, and couldn't help but respond to him.

After being pressed and tossed for a while, the man finally had enough to eat, and Xia Yucheng was so tired that he almost fell apart.

……

"Don't sleep yet, go out to eat something and then go to sleep!" Feng Hao whispered as he kissed her face.

Hearing that low call, little girl, Xia Yucheng bit her lip, and suddenly wanted to cry. She leaned sideways, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered through her tears, "Can you not be angry with me?"

When she said this, her heart was like a knife, and she was in pain. His pampering and pampering have long been accustomed to her, and she has become an addiction that she can't quit.

When he gets angry, she will feel very lonely, but she doesn't know that loneliness is not innate, but starts from the moment you fall in love with someone.

So, she was at a loss.

She has waited for Lu Licheng for so many years, and his delay in appearing is also a great harm to her. She was afraid of being hurt again, and she was afraid of loving again, so she had to hide her heart and hide it very carefully.

Because Lu Licheng is her first love, she can't tell whether he is in love or in love. It's memory, it's memory.

Because Feng Hao was her first man, he became a person in her life that could not be ignored, and that was a special kind of existence. For him, she didn't know whether it was habit or sinking. Is it the present, or the future.

Her thoughts were confused, and her arms habitually wrapped around his neck. At this moment, in his arms, she felt that she was the safest.

"Scared?" Feeling her fear and confusion, Feng Hao hugged her tightly and pressed her body into his arms, "How bold is it for you to dare to say something like that?"

She didn't answer, burying her face in his shoulder.

"If I was really angry with you, I would have thrown you out. Feng Hao patted her back soothingly.

"And what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Worried about me?"

"Hmm!" she nodded, how could she not worry about him?

"You have a conscience!" Feng Hao smiled with satisfaction, turned her head over, stared at her steamy eyes, and said, "What are you worried about?

"Hao!"

"Huh?"

"I can't go back with him!" Xia Yucheng lowered his eyes and said faintly. She didn't know what it meant, but she said it anyway.

Feng Hao didn't say anything, just raised his eyes lightly and stared at her quietly.

After a brief silence, there was a rare trace of exhaustion between his brows. Then he got up and wrapped a bath towel around his waist, bent down to wrap her in a bath towel, and dried her hair for her, and then carried her out.

In the room, delicious food is already laid out on the small round table in front of the sofa.

Produced in Iran with an annual output of only eight to thirteen kilograms of AIMAS caviar, Japanese Wagyu beef, black truffle foie gras......

This meal is a luxury. This AIMAS caviar alone sells for almost 2 in a box of 32 ounces in London, England. 50,000 US dollars, about 170,000 yuan.

But Xia Yucheng's appetite was obviously a little bad, and after eating a little, he frowned and became nauseous.

"What's wrong?" Feng Hao asked distressedly as he frowned at her.

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