Can't help but be moved

Chapter 123 I Really Like That Type
Facing Jian Nian's doubts, Feng Fan coughed twice in embarrassment, but did not speak.

Jian Nian withdrew her hand and explained: "I want to see if your body temperature is still as hot as yesterday. It doesn't feel so hot to the touch today. If that's the case, it doesn't matter if you eat takeaway."

"takeout?"

Feng Wang looked at her determinedly.

"Yeah," Jian Nian nodded, "I'll place an order for what you want to eat now."

With a faint smile on Feng Wang's lips, he said in a hoarse voice: "Just look at it, I can do it."

He had nothing in particular to eat.

Hearing Feng Wang's words, Jian Nian stopped asking for his opinion, and made up her own mind.

After a while, she ordered the food to eat and placed the order successfully.

"Okay, now just wait for the breakfast to be delivered to your door. I saw that the delivery time will take half an hour, why don't we take our temperature at this time."

Feng Fan felt a little headache.

Why is the little girl so obsessed with taking her temperature?

"Xiao Jiannian, didn't you just promise me to measure after breakfast?"

"But it takes half an hour for breakfast to be delivered. During this period, do what you can do first, okay?"

Feng Wang lowered his eyes, drew his eyelashes slightly, and sighed faintly: "Speaking is nothing."

Jian Nian: "..."

Why are you showing such an aggrieved look?

It was as if she was bullying him.

Jian Nian was a little speechless: "Feng Wang, you are a bit out of character."

As if he couldn't understand what she said, Feng Wang slowly raised his eyes and looked at her suspiciously: "Bengrenhua?"

Jian Nian had nothing to do with him, so she waved her hands helplessly and said: "Then listen to you, measure after breakfast."

How could this Feng Wang be like a child who can't listen to anything after he got sick?

No wonder there is a saying: A man is a teenager until he dies.

"Then let's go downstairs and wait for the takeaway."

Jian Nian suggested.

Feng Wang nodded in agreement, then stood up slowly with his hands on the edge of the bed.

However, as soon as he stood up, his tall body staggered.

Seeing this, Jian Nian sighed again: "I'll help you down."

Judging by his frail appearance, he is so sick that he doesn't even have the strength to walk.

Feng Wang didn't refuse, and put his hand on Jian Nian's shoulder very skillfully.

The two of them went downstairs slowly, Jian Nian helped Feng Xuan, who was weak all over, to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Okay, sit down obediently, breakfast will be delivered in a while."

Feng Wang really listened to Jian Nian's words, and sat obediently without moving.

After sitting for a while, Jian Nian felt a little bored and wanted to find something to pass the time.

I don't want to watch TV, and I don't want to play with my phone.

Besides these, what else can be done.

Jian Nian looked around, her eyes suddenly fell on the white piano next to the French window.

"Can you play the piano?"

Jian Nian pointed to the white piano and turned to ask Feng Luan.

I don't know if it's Feng Fan's illusion, but he seems to see a little bit of surprise and excitement in Jian Nian's eyes.

"Ah."

The man nodded slightly.

Jian Nian was really excited this time: "I only knew you could play the guitar before, but I didn't know you could play the piano. What a coincidence, I can also play the piano."

Feng Wang's thick eyebrows frowned almost invisibly, and caught the point of her words: "How do you know I can play the guitar?"

He remembered that he had never played the guitar in front of Jian Nian.

How did Jian Nian know.

Realizing that she had slipped up, Jian Nian's excited expression instantly froze on her face.

She couldn't say that she secretly saw him when she attended the same reception with him.

In that case, Feng Wang would know that he had heard the extremely hurtful words he said with his own ears.

The relationship between them finally became close, and she didn't want to bring up those things in the past to make each other unhappy.

I don't even want Feng Wan to know that he liked him so humblely, for eight years.

"Uh, I..."

Jian Nian looked away, avoiding contact with his probing eyes.

"Little Jane, do you have something to hide from me?"

Jian Nian sneered: "I, I can't hide anything from you, it's that... um, oh yes, you can play the guitar, yes, my brother told me... yes, my brother told me. "

"Your brother? Jian Yan?" Feng Wang expressed doubts about this statement, "Why did Jian Yan tell you this so well?"

"As for the daily chat between brothers and sisters, I accidentally mentioned it."

Jian Nian said as if thinking of something, and approached Feng Wang with a gossip.

"You know, my brother and I used to talk about what kind of girl you like."

Since Jian Nian saw Feng Wang at the banquet for the first time, she has never forgotten him.

Once she asked Jian Yan casually, what kind of girl Feng Wang would like.

Jian Yan didn't think too much about it at the time, and lied to the child, "Don't look at Feng Wang as cold and aloof, but he's actually very superficial, and he likes the kind who has a good figure and a coquettish goddess. Uh, of course, there are also talents. It's also important."

Of course Jian Nian didn't believe his words, she felt that Feng Wang didn't look like such a superficial person.

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Jian Yan explained to her in a serious manner: "You see Feng Wang himself looks like that, although he really doesn't want to admit it, but he's still pretty good, of course he's still a little worse than me.

So, with his own conditions so superior, isn't it normal for him to look down on the ordinary Xiaojiabiyu girl with clear soup and little water? "

Jian Nian heard what he said so confidently and well-founded, so she believed it.

Later, when she grew up a bit, Jian Nian knew that her brother's words were all to lie to her.

But one thing is true.

Feng Wang likes "multi-talented".

These words were said by Feng Wang himself at the beginning.

Hearing that Jian Nian and Jian Yan had talked about the type of person he liked before, Feng Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh, what did that all say?"

Talking about this, Jian Nian was very excited, with a bright red mouth: "At that time, my brother said that you like the type who is very beautiful, has a good figure, and is very coquettish. This kind of words are deceiving children, my that It was silly at the time, but it was actually taken seriously.”

Feng Zhuan's brows and eyes were soaked with tenderness and fiery affection, and his gaze was deeply fixed on the little girl who amused himself by talking.

"Actually, what your brother said is not entirely wrong."

Jian Nian, who was enjoying herself, was stunned when she heard the words: "Huh?"

The man's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was magnetic and hoarse: "I really like that type."

Jian Nian was shocked: "Huh?"

With a gentle smile on the corner of Feng Lu's mouth, he slowly explained: "It's not that I like the type your brother said, but the person I like now, who happens to be that type."

So, although what Jian Yan said is wrong, it is not entirely wrong.

Hearing this, Jian Nian suddenly suffocated, and her heartbeat speeded up suddenly.

She felt all the blood in her body rushing to her brain.

In a daze, her cheeks were so red that she was about to bleed.

The man's bottomless eyes seemed to be filled with thick ink, and his deep emotions surged, almost drowning Jian Nian.

Obviously already knew that Feng Wan liked her, but no matter how many times she listened to it, she still couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster and throbbed endlessly.

(End of this chapter)