Heart attack

Chapter 146 Rooted
This made her very unaccustomed to it, and she had added some mint-flavored quilts in the hotel, and now the sheets were very light, but she didn't feel at ease at all.

She twisted up the corner of her clothes and pulled them upwards. The clothes were loose, and the waist was still tightly covered by the clothes. The smell of wearing them in her arms hit her, and she felt a little sleepy.

Waking up in a daze, it was the next morning.

The warm sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the ground was covered with golden yellow. She heard a slight sound from her ears, and she covered her head in an attempt to block out the surrounding sounds.

When it was really impossible to block it, Tang Hong also reached out for his mobile phone, and it was not until 06:30.

Disturbing people's dreams in the early morning, Tang Hong also sat up and stretched his feet to put on his shoes. When he touched the upper of the shoes, he suddenly realized something and looked up at his surroundings.

feast home.

So the voice that came from just now was from the Feast House?
Tang Hong also felt a little throbbing, feeling that something was wrong, she lost all drowsiness in an instant, her body was limp, and she fell back on the bed.

The room is an old-fashioned building with poor sound insulation. The desk in the next room is facing her wall, so when Sheng Yan walked to the desk, she could vaguely hear the soft footsteps.

Lifting her collar, she rolled her throat, dawdled for 10 minutes, then got up and opened the balcony on one side, and took out the clothes that were washed and dried yesterday.

Under the balcony, facing the back garden, the warehouse was under her feet yesterday, and the housekeeper of the back garden, Old Chen, was cleaning the branches.

There were no budding branches and leaves yesterday, but heads popped out today, and there is vitality everywhere.

Sheng Minghuai held the sprinkler pipe on one side, sprinkled water perfunctorily, and occasionally dripped on Lao Chen's body, so he looked back at him helplessly, and Sheng Minghuai moved the water pipe to the other side with a hint of apology.

The clothes were packed, and Tang Hong was dressed neatly. After washing up, she went out to the balcony. Sheng Yan had already taken over Sheng Minghuai's work. She leaned on the railing, watching the show with her eyes closed.

Shengyan sprinkled the water very quickly. After a while, he threw the water pipe aside, sat opposite Sheng Minghuai, and poured water.

Their grandparents and grandchildren are really similar, many body movements and behavioral habits are somewhat similar, when pouring tea, the posture of raising hands is exactly the same, like a natural family.

Sheng Minghuai put down his crutches, his face remained heroic, if he returned to the age of Shengyan, he would definitely attract a lot of fans.

You can still see Qingjun on the face, with regular features, sharp eyebrows and eyes hiding murderous intent.On the contrary, those who come out of the feast should be deserted, with a serious face, handsome if they are really handsome, but too cold, and their temperament is different from Sheng Minghuai.

Being too indifferent makes it difficult for people to get close. Rather than saying it is indifference, it is better to say that it does not give people a chance.

He didn't give a single look to anyone who Sheng Yan didn't want to talk to.

Impressed by the looks of the old and the young in the morning, she yawned, wondering if people who look at these two faces every day will feel fatigued one day.

From the current point of view, she has not yet experienced aesthetic fatigue.

Every day's feast is different, it's a little bit colder, but occasionally gentle, and there are some small changes, the clothes are all in black, white and gray tones, but they are different every day when he wears them.

It seems that clothes can add a layer of magic to him, just like wearing private clothes now, white T-shirt, black trousers, and a light jacket outside, anyone can wear it, but wearing it for a feast is different.

Suddenly, Sheng Yan smiled. Under the warm sun, his eyes were full of softness. The happiness of an adult is much less than the purity of his youth. Occasionally, with a smile, he can leap over the light and suddenly live in people's hearts.

This is the magic, maybe the unknown effect is starting to work.

From the beginning of the five-year relationship, the existence of the feast is like a stroke of ink and color, and it has long been quietly rooted in her heart without knowing when.

(End of this chapter)