my billionaire ex-husband

Although there is still a gap between Fengxiang and Fengxiang, given time, he will definitely surpass Fengxiang.

If he had understood so much a few years ago, his career could go through the years of polishing, and sooner or later he would achieve results, and once the relationship is lost, it will never be restored

Then he would never give up Lin Kewei for his career.

But thinking about it now, it's too late.

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"Crack", the bathroom door opened, and misty steam came out from inside.

Feng Yixuan, who was wearing a white bathrobe and a bath towel, just walked out of the bathroom, and with a "crack", a cup hit the ground in front of his feet, almost hitting him

Feng Yixuan suddenly raised his head and saw Lin Kewei sitting on the sofa, looking at him sadly: "You still know how to come back? Why didn't you die outside! Get out, get out!"

Feng Yixuan frowned: "Miss, please understand, this is my house!"

"Haha? I miss you?" Lin Kewei didn't seem to hear it, she raised her head and laughed three times, "Every year when I go to the grave on Qingming Festival, I will think of you especially! Why are so many people dead, but you are not dead yet!? "

Feng Yixuan frowned again, what is she going crazy?

Soon, he realized that she was learning the lines from the TV.

Feng Yixuan walked over a few steps, and took the remote control board to change the channel:

"Xiaohan is the No.20 three solar terms. Between January 1, the sun is located at 57° of the yellow longitude. For China, Xiaohan marks the beginning of the coldest day of the year. According to China's meteorological data, Xiaohan It is the solar term with the lowest temperature, and there are only a few years where the temperature of the severe cold is lower than that of the minor cold.”

Suddenly, Lin Kewei, who was imitating on the sofa, stopped and stared blankly at the TV screen, as if she had lost her mind, and repeated two words in a daze: "Xiaohan, Xiaohan..."

There was something flying rapidly in the cerebral cortex, but it was like white light, and it couldn't be caught no matter what.

She hugged her head, and it hurt so badly that she curled up tightly into a ball.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Yixuan simply turned off the TV, walked up to Lin Kewei, and touched her forehead

Sure enough, she had a low fever.