too affectionate

Chapter 689 Phoenix Lord (7)

Feng Nagi Fuyue gritted her teeth as she spoke.In the end, both fists slammed on the water, splashing water all over the sky.

The muscles on his shoulders and chest were all tensed, and he looked strong and powerful.

People can't think of how slender and slender they are when they are hidden under the skirt and brocade.

And Feng Nagi's heroic and delicate eyes were burned with anger, and there was only hatred.

After a long time, Feng Nagi opened his mouth again, his anger turned into a sigh.

"I hate being trapped in Xuan Wanyan's cage."

Uncle Weng was behind him, his hand holding the bath spoon was shaking like a sieve, and he stopped scooping up water, not even daring to breathe.

After a long time, Feng Nagifu gradually calmed down.

The hatred in his eyes burned and turned into ashes.

"But now I am good at cooking, what she likes to eat, what I can do.

I can embroider, know all kinds of female celebrities, choose clothes and fabrics, draw eyebrows and comb hair, so that she can go out beautifully every day.

I will smile with my mouth pursed, look at her with affection, and always think about whether she is happy or not.

I don't say a word that I shouldn't say, and I don't ask a word if I want to know what I shouldn't ask.

I just need to support her, encourage her, and then help her to end it.

How many times, she was close to me, and I didn't do any of the crazy things I wanted to do.

She also fell in love with someone else.

And I, happily bless her.

Finally, after staying in the cage for a long time, I am willing to stay trapped. "

Feng Nagi Fuyue said, her voice became softer, her eyes gradually became colder.

Uncle Weng didn't know how much blood would be shed to stuff a seven-foot man into the body of a virtuous wife.

But he knew that Feng Nagi's blood was cold.

"This is what I look like outside Fengtian Palace.

Do you know why, even though I am so sick of myself, I still force myself to do this? "

"The old slave doesn't know."

Feng Nagifu smiled wryly: "Because before I went to Xuan Wanyan's side, her favorite was a woman like Xuan Wanshu, who was demure, dignified, gentle and delicate.

I was really talented, and in the end I forgot what I looked like, and made myself more Xuan Wanshu than Xuan Wanshu.

Because she likes it.

I can stay with her only if she likes it. "

Uncle Weng thought he was crazy.

At that moment, listening to Feng Naifu muttering to himself in a daze, he actually felt a little bit of pity.

But this compassion disappeared in a flash, and he heard Honagifu's voice recovering again.

It is clear, cautious, and makes people feel close, but no emotion can be heard.

"Before, I also thought about escaping from this cage.

But now, I've changed my mind.

I want to insert every iron railing of the cage into my body, she traps me, and I trap her.

I can't escape, and Xuan Wanyan can't even think about leaving. "

. . .

Three years old, that was the most important node in Feng Naifu's life.

Just a few days after his third birthday, his father, then Feng Zunfeng Wenmian, showed him a portrait.

"Ah Fu, look at this little sister, does she look good, do you like it?"

On the painting is a little baby, it looks like it has just been born, it has not grown at all, it is wrinkled, like a little monkey, how can you tell whether it is good-looking or not.

Moreover, the word "sister" is always associated with Feng Nagi, and Feng Nagi instinctively hates this word.

But Feng Nagifu likes Daddy, and likes to say what Daddy likes to hear.

(End of this chapter)