"By the way, I don't know why, but I always felt that when Liao Chan saw your father today, his expression seemed a little strange." Feng Yu still clearly remembered Liao Chan's appearance at that time.
Lying on the bed alone, waiting for Xin Moge, while flipping through medical books, I couldn't stop flashing through my mind, and I couldn't help but look back and think about it, and finally decided to talk to Xin Moge. However, Feng
Yu still hoped that she was overthinking things at the moment.
"What's so strange?" Xin Moge asked casually. The hand holding Feng Yu tightened slightly, letting Feng Yu move closer to him, and the other hand touched the side of Feng Yu's face.
"I can't tell you specifically. I just felt strange and seemed shocked. Yes, I was shocked." Feng Yu frowned and recalled.
"Shocked?" Xin Moge was a little surprised, and the hand caressing Feng Yu's face paused slightly.
Feng Yu nodded.
A trace of thought flashed in Xin Moge's eyes, "What about father?"
"Your father's expression is quite normal. He is obviously a little excited, happy and happy." When the expressions of Xin Haoyan and Liao Chan were compared together, the difference became even more obvious.
"What do you mean by 'your father'? Isn't he also your father now?" Xin Moge was somewhat dissatisfied with Feng Yu's title.
Feng Yu raised her eyebrows, with a look of puzzlement and confusion on her face. She deliberately pretended not to hear the dissatisfaction in Xin Moge's words and asked: "Did I say it wrong? He is not your father?"
A hint of danger suddenly flashed in Xin Moge's eyes, and the hand that paused on Feng Yu's face lifted Feng Yu's chin, making Feng Yu look into his eyes, "Say it again."
"Did I say this wrong? He's not you...um...what are you doing..." The following words were lost in Xin Moge's sudden punitive kiss, and Feng Yu quickly pushed Xin Moge's chest.
Xin Moge grabbed Feng Yu's wrists and deepened the kiss.
After the kiss ended, Feng Yu collapsed on the bed, panting, and struggled slightly with Xin Moge's hands.
Xin Moge leaned over and looked at Feng Yu, his eyes suddenly deepened little by little. Under Feng Yu's gaze, he lowered his head and kissed Feng Yu. At the same time, the hand that held Feng Yu's wrists released and replaced it with another one.
Feng Yu's side face, and then from Feng Yu's side face all the way down to Feng Yu's neck, caressing it through the collar of Feng Yu's dirty clothes.
The atmosphere in the room changed quietly and unconsciously.
Feng Yu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated slightly, and the area touched by Xin Moge felt as hot as being roasted by fire.
Xin Moge suddenly remembered something at this moment, raised his head and asked Feng Yu below him: "Xiao Yun'er, are you going to stay there tonight, or are you going to be picked up by someone later?"
Feng Yu naturally understood which side the word "over there" in Xin Moge's words was referring to. She didn't think about it in her mind. After calming down her breathing for a while, she naturally replied, "Don't even look... look."
Looking at what time it is now, of course...of course I stay there, I guess I should have gone to bed long ago."
A faint smile flashed in Xin Moge's eyes, and he looked straight at Feng Yu.
Under Xin Moge's gaze, Feng Yu was slightly stunned for a moment without knowing what was going on. Then she realized what she was doing. Her answer just now seemed to clearly ask Xin Moge to... continue.
