After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 131 It's the smell that makes his soul
Shi Moran: "..."

Judging by Feng Yichen's expression, he knew that he was not in a good mood. At this moment, he called her over, probably because he wanted to vent his anger on her.

Moving her footsteps, she entered the bedroom in small steps, and stopped a step away from Feng Yichen, looked down at the furry toes of her shoes, and said nothing.

Before she was in a trance, she seemed to hear a soft sigh?
The moment she raised her head, she saw the body getting closer and closer to her. Without any hesitation or thinking, her body backed away faster than her mind.

Heartbroken, she quickly searched for it, raised her hand to cover her face, her eyes were tightly closed as if she was afraid of something, "Don't, don't hit Ranran..."

Hearing these words, Feng Yichen's hands in mid-air froze slightly, and he stared complicatedly at Shi Moran who was trembling with extreme fear.

She backed away not because she hated his touch, but because she was afraid he would hit her?

"When did I hit you?"

He gritted his teeth.

Since he moved here, when did he hit her?
"Ranran, Ranran sees that you are unhappy..."

Slowly opening his eyes, Shi Moran pursed his small mouth and murmured extremely aggrieved.

She didn't know what he was going to do, and the reaction of staying away from him was completely instinctive. The so-called fear of him doing something was just a reasonable reason for her to pretend.

"So, you think that as long as I'm not happy, I'll beat you up?"

Feng Yichen laughed angrily at Shi Moran's words, what kind of nonsense is this?
Or, she was often treated like this before, subconsciously thinking that everyone would be like this?
"Go and sit on the sofa."

Taking a deep look at Shi Moran, he raised his foot and walked towards the other side.

Shi Moran glanced at his back, even though she didn't know what Feng Yichen's purpose was, she obediently followed his words and walked towards the sofa.

Sitting on the sofa, she put her hands neatly on her thighs, her waist was straight, and her head was raised high, like a very obedient and well-behaved student.

Feng Yichen who took out the hair dryer from the cabinet straightened up, turned around and saw Shi Moran's back, shook his head, his eyes were full of helplessness, really like a primary school student.

Seeing Feng Yichen approaching, Shi Moran looked sideways at him, but saw Feng Yichen holding a black and red hair dryer in his hand, she blinked, and was about to reach out to take it.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yichen bypassed her and inserted the plug of the hair dryer into the electric board.

Forehead······

Shi Moran was a little confused.

At this moment, Feng Yichen had already stood behind her, took off the towel that was casually placed on her head, and then turned on the hair dryer.

At that time, Shi Moran heard the sound of the hair dryer coming from behind her, her body collapsed extremely stiff, what did Feng Yichen do?Don't tell her that he is going to help her dry her hair.

The next moment, a strand of hair that fell on her shoulder was gently lifted.

Immediately, Shi Moran's eyes widened abruptly, his hands on his lap clenched into fists, resisting the urge to turn his head to look at Feng Yichen.

Feng Yichen, he actually dried her hair! ! !

What stimulated him?

His abnormal behavior made her very uneasy, as if the prisoner would have a rich dinner the next night when he was temporarily in custody.

Now she feels like this!

It seemed that waiting for Feng Yichen to dry her hair would be the time of her death.

When Shi Moran was in various panics, Feng Yichen's unique and magnetic voice came from above his head, "Dry your hair after you take a shower, or you will catch a cold easily, you know."

Shi Moran swallowed, opened his slightly dry lips, "I know, I know."

"Ah."

Feng Yichen responded, and carefully dried Shi Mo's dyed hair with a hair dryer.

The hair in the palm of the hand is soft but black and shiny, it has a completely different touch from the hair of the wolf dog, it feels very comfortable and smooth to the touch.

With the wind of the hair dryer, the gradually dried hair flew up, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

With a bang, the hair dryer slipped from Feng Yichen's hand, but he bent down without paying attention, as if to make sure of something, he brushed Shi Mo's hair with the tip of his nose.

Shock flickered across the bottomless eyes, how could it be, how could it be like this!

"what happened?"

Shi Moran, who was completely unaware, asked, why did the hair dryer suddenly fall to the ground.

"It's nothing."

With half-closed eyes, Feng Yichen bent down, picked up the hair dryer on the ground, and pretended to be blowing Shi Mo's dyed hair as if nothing had happened.

Could it be just a coincidence...

With his head down, Feng Yichen looked at the soft hair brushing his fingertips, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Shi Moran's body has exactly the same smell as hers.

Why didn't he smell it before?

He forgot that this smell is not very strong, and he can only smell it when he gets close.

Before this, when was he and Shi Moran so close?
"Oh······"

Shi Moran only felt strange, but didn't think much about it, enjoying the special treatment with his eyes closed.

In fact, it's nice to have someone blow-dry her hair, it's very comfortable.

"Why is there a faint fragrance of green bamboo on your body?"

Feng Yichen couldn't hold back in the end, knowing that Shi Moran, a fool, would definitely not understand, but he still couldn't help but suffer from anticipation.

"Danran has been there since she was a child."

Shi Moran twitched the corners of her mouth, this smell is not usually smellable, but as long as her hair is wet, it is especially easy to emit.

I don't know why.

Hearing Shi Moran's words, Feng Yichen's whole body trembled, and it kept echoing in her ears. She has had this unique smell since she was a child?
"hiss."

Shi Moran frowned, raised his hand to touch his scalp, and threw his head back, "You hurt Ranran..."

Did she say something wrong?

Feng Yichen even pulled her hair.

"Feel sorry·······"

Feng Yichen, who came back to his senses, withdrew his hand, turned off the hair dryer, then stopped looking at Shi Moran, and walked towards the cabinet.

Leaning on the sofa, Shi Moran tilted his head and stared at Feng Yichen's back, feeling that he was a little puzzled.

Today's Feng Yichen is completely wrong!

Could it be that something happened to him when he was in the Zhao family?
After Feng Yichen came to the cabinet and put the hair dryer into the cabinet, he looked at the empty palms and felt a little empty in his heart.

Raising his hand, he lowered his head and sniffed the palm.

It was the smell that once haunted him.

The slightly frowned brows were also relaxed because of this smell, but the thick melancholy hidden in the bottom of the eyes was the same as usual.

(End of this chapter)