The maid glanced down from the corridor and saw Feng Chen out of the living room, she hurriedly entered the room: "Madam, the second young master is gone." ”

"What?" Wen Mei, who was still sick just now, sat up straight all of a sudden, with a shocked face.

She lifted the quilt and went downstairs, walked quickly to the window, and saw Feng Chen start the car and turn the front of the car, and it was too late to call him.

She looked at the maid and said angrily, "Why didn't you stop him just now!" ”

The maid bowed her head resignedly, Feng Chen's face was very bad just now, she thought that Feng Chen had discovered something, so she didn't dare to stop it.

"Where's Rumor?" Wen Mei asked hurriedly.

"Miss Tong is still in the second young master's room and hasn't come out."

"Get her to the hospital!" Wen Mei couldn't keep quiet when she thought of this, so she changed her words again, "I won't go to the hospital, hurry up and call Dr. Zhou, and say that I am sick, ask him to come over quickly, and be sure to bring a tranquilizer." ”

The maid ran out of the room in a panic.

I was afraid that Feng Chen's car would have an accident, so I quickly took my mobile phone and called him, but Feng Chen never answered, and Wen Mei walked around the room anxiously.

After sealing the dust for a distance, he felt that something was wrong with his body, and there was a feeling of dryness and heat flowing through his body.

He knocked the window in, but the feeling grew stronger.

Slowly, he realized that there was something wrong with the scent in the room just now.

The phone rang, and he took out the phone that he saw was Wen Mei, and he threw the phone aside and didn't care.

Song Zhiyue and Feng Chen returned to their hometown the day after they met his colleague, although Song's father was able to get out of bed and walk around, he still spent more time lying on the bed, and Song's mother was basically fine.

Song Zhiyue planned to buy a pig's trotter and come back to make up for Song's father and Song's mother.

As soon as he went out, he saw the dusty car parked in the yard, and then he got out of the car.

Her eyes were one or two, and she stepped forward happily: "Why don't you say a word to me?" ”

Seeing Feng Chen's face flushed, she asked, "Do you have a fever?" Or did you drink? ”

Feng Chen didn't say a word, grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the house.

Song Zhiyue didn't smell the wine on his body, and asked, "Why are your hands so hot?" Is it a fever? ”

Feng Chen's pace was fast, and he dragged her upstairs, as if someone was chasing after her.

The temperature in her palm seemed to burn her skin, and she trotted to keep up.

Realizing that something was wrong with Feng Chen's eagerness, she said again, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Feng Chen pushed her bedroom open, dragged her in, and kissed her against the door.

Song Zhiyue's eyes widened, he hadn't seen himself for several days, so he was so enthusiastic when he met?

But why didn't you see him like this before?

Feng Chen's kiss was urgent and crazy, and the sweat on his forehead slid down his face.

He had endured all the way, and his body had already been stretched to the extreme, so he unbuttoned Song Zhiyue's clothes while kissing, and quickly stripped her naked, then locked the door, picked her up and walked to the bed, threw her on the bed and pressed her down.

His enthusiasm made Song Zhiyue a little overwhelmed, and in the end he just cooperated with him in a daze.

When she went in, Song Zhiyue felt a lot of pain, and her toes curled up.

She meditated distractedly: Hasn't it already happened twice? Why does it still hurt so much??

How did she know that the last time she fell asleep with a strong drink, Feng Chen didn't make the last step at all.