Feng Hao saw it and reached out to help her, but she pushed him with her other hand without thinking. Inadvertently, the tea cup in her hand fell on the table, and the tea spilled all over the table.
Caritas quickly asked the servants to come and clean up.
Feng Hao pulled Xia Yucheng into his arms and kissed her forehead as if no one else was watching: "You must be tired! Go back and rest!"
After saying that, he helped her up. She had been kneeling for a long time, and her legs were numb and she couldn't stand at all.
"Grandma, let's go back first!" Feng Hao picked her up and looked at her pale face, feeling very distressed.
"It's so outrageous, it's just..." Fujiwara stood up and said loudly, "You just spoil her without looking where you are or thinking about who you are. There are so many pairs up and down.
Everyone’s eyes are watching you, seeing how you indulge a woman, wouldn’t it be a joke if word spread?”
"Grandma, I'm sorry. I know you don't like Chengcheng. It doesn't matter. I'll love my woman!" Feng Hao said in a deep voice and went out with Xia Yucheng in his arms.
"Hao..."
Fujiwara Kao looked at her grandson's back and felt like she was getting angry.
…
When they came out of the living room, neither Xia Yucheng nor Feng Hao spoke. She lay in his arms, buried her face in his chest, listened to his heartbeat, and counted in her heart:
"one two three……"
"Chengcheng..."
"I want to see those cherry blossom trees behind your uncle when he took pictures." Xia Yucheng whispered.
He looked down at her. Although her face was pale, fortunately, there were no tears in her eyes. He hated to see her shed tears, so he felt a little relieved when he saw that she didn't cry.
The winter wind blows on people's faces, which can be painful and biting.
Feng Hao carried her to a pavilion in the garden. From here, you could just see the Yae Sakura trees on the opposite side.
At this time, the leaves of the Yaezakura had already withered, and they were bare and unsightly. All the snow in the garden had also melted away, and the ground was wet.
Feng Hao put her down and let her sit on the wooden chair in the pavilion leaning on his shoulders.
Muzi brought Xia Yucheng's boots, and Feng Hao knelt down to help her put them on. Then he told Muzi to go back and get a blanket.
"No, it's not cold!" Xia Yucheng stopped softly, then looked at the cherry blossom trees and said, "Look, I can't imagine how beautiful they are in spring."
Feng Hao held her cold hand and glanced at Muzi. Muzi understood and went back to get the blanket.
"Unhappy?" Feng Hao had no intention of looking at the cherry blossom trees, and he had no intention of feeling emotional. He was just worried about cherishing the woman in his arms.
"Why are you so happy?" Xia Yucheng sighed softly and said with a wry smile, "Hao, do you want me to congratulate you on your upcoming engagement to a gold medal actress?"
Feng Hao said nothing, this was something he owed her. He just hugged her tightly, hugging her so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.
"I know, I promised you. But at that time, you didn't propose. Feng Hao, how could you expect me to watch you get engaged to another woman with my heart waiting for you to marry me?" She said softly.
I closed my eyes and felt a sense of sadness in my heart, "I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have come..."
Feng Hao took a deep breath and said hoarsely: "Didn't we agree? For me, take a step back."
For him, this is not only for his grandma to stop harming his body, but also more of a responsibility as a man of the Feng family.