cold wife

Chapter 285 A Strong Appearance (2)
He didn't want her to feel his love, to make her feel suffocated.

In the past, Leng Tianyu felt that the time passed very slowly, as if someone was holding back the hands of the clock, but now, the time has reached ten o'clock unknowingly.

The figure on the balcony had already disappeared, and even the lights in the room were turned off, but he still didn't want to leave. This was the closest he was to her in three months.

He called over and over again in his heart, baby, baby, do you feel it?I'm coming.

……

Five in the morning.

Ai Baoer was awakened by a ringing bell, she closed her eyes and stretched out her arms to grope on the table. The sudden light made her eyes unable to adapt, so she could only squint slightly to look at the caller ID.

flower season.

These two words made Ai Bao'er wake up, she sat up with her hands on the bed, pressed the answer button, and Feng Huaji's anxious voice came from over there: "Bao'er, Bao'er, are you listening?" ?”

"I'm here."

Feng Huaji's voice was panting: "Bao'er, I'll wait for you in the garden at the back gate of the school, come quickly... beep..."

Ai Baoer put down the phone, looked at the dark sky outside, pursed her lips and thought for a while, then got up and got dressed quickly, put on a relatively large coat, and wore a peaked cap on her head.

At this time, some servants have already woken up and are cleaning up downstairs. When they saw Ai Baoer come down, they looked at her in surprise: "Miss Ai, you want to go out?"

Ai Bao'er nodded and said, "I'm going out for a while, so I don't need to make breakfast for me." Walking to the door, she turned around and said, "Your husband hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes."

"If your husband asks, just say I went to school."

It was still very cold in the early spring morning. When Ai Baoer opened the door, she felt a gust of cold wind rushing towards her face. She tightened her clothes, and the servant beside her went out to open the iron door outside. Ai Baoer stood at the door, looking left and right Look, make sure no one walks out with their heads down.

Li Yu's residence is very close to the school, and Ai Baoer walked along the streetlight for about ten minutes to the back door of the school.

Under the hazy yellow light, Ai Baoer looked at Feng Huaji from a distance, ran up quickly, and shouted: "Flower season."

Feng Huaji turned her head, and when Ai Baoer approached her, she realized that she was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, and the bruises on her arms exposed to the air were shocking.

"Huaji, what's the matter with these injuries on your hands?" Seeing those horrible bruises, Ai Bao'er took a deep breath.

"It's okay." Feng Huaji glanced at the injury on his arm lightly, rubbed his other hand, and said indifferently.

How could it be all right.

Ai Baoer frowned, and looked around her whole body, only to find that there was more than one injury on her body, and there was a lot of dust on her pants, and a hole was broken in some places, and the broken hair on her head was about to be shattered. Wet with sweat, his face was pale without a trace of blood.

Frowning and supporting her arm, Ai Baoer pulled her out: "No, let's go to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine." Feng Huaji pulled back Ai Bao'er's body that was walking out, and instead dragged her to the wooden chair on the other side.

There was still some early morning moisture on the wooden chair, Feng Huaji pulled her broken sleeve, wiped it casually, and then sat down, Ai Baoer stood in front of her, looked at her torn blouse, and was about to take off herself jacket, but was stopped by Feng Huaji.

Feng Huaji shook his head and said, "No need, I'm not cold."

Sighing secretly, Ai Baoer sat down beside her, Feng Huaji didn't speak, and Ai Baoer didn't speak, because she was waiting, waiting for her to say.

(End of this chapter)