The Seventh Bride of President

Although he couldn't see her face clearly, her soul seemed to be engraved in his heart and coexisted with him. He seemed to see many familiar pictures through her eyes, but when he woke up, he couldn't recall them at all.

Dream is a net, weaving eternal promise.

As soon as the picture turns, in the luxurious bedroom, on the big Simmons bed, the voice of women struggling to pray and compromise is in his ear. He recalls that his eyes are scarlet, as if he didn't realize it....

her cry gradually goes down, her eyes are empty, and the light in the morning comes through the window. She is like a rag doll without soul, and a man kneels beside her, regretting Hate, silently praying for her forgiveness, just as she prayed for him last night....

Feng Shaojin woke up, his forehead was still twitching, the bedroom was dark, he gasped, the sweat wet the pillow and bedding....

Feng Shaojin got up, went to the ear room to take a cold bath, his restless heart gradually calmed down, he sat under the light and continued to watch That newspaper, in the mind actually has no reason to emerge in the sanatorium Miss Mo's figure.

He rubbed his forehead and looked down at the small black words in the newspaper. When he didn't turn a page, he suddenly realized that he had lost his mind.

Feng Shaojin lies back on the bed, thinking of thunder and lightning, wind and rain that night, his leg bone seems to be crushed in general pain, the whole bedroom can be smashed by him.

The medical team in Fengjiabao keeps a group of losers.

When he was desperate and furious, he turned back to a pair of clear eyes, which seemed to wash people's soul and purify his mind.

His emotion was instantly cured by her gaze.

Later, everything became logical.

Think about it later, the group of bastards guarding outside the door just pushed a little girl who had no power to bind a chicken to come in alone. They were not afraid that he would be crazy and strangle others.

After the pain in his leg disappeared, he felt pity in his heart.

The next day, in the restaurant with bright windows, he sat opposite her and looked at her quietly. His appearance was gentle, and his whole body was full of the temperament of ladies and scholars. He thought deeply about it and forgot the common customs when he saw it....

it seemed that he had known her for a long time, and his heart was filled with a sense of familiarity.

When it was light, Feng Shaojin got up, leaning on her crutches, and slowly practiced walking in the bedroom. He wanted to get better and teach her to dance hand in hand, instead of sitting in a wheelchair. He didn't even have the least physical contact.

Feng Yichen heard the movement of the bedroom, pushed open the door, saw Feng Shaojin actually stood up, "your leg is good?"

"Well." Feng Shaojin threw the crutch, raised her hand and wiped the sweat on her forehead, "it doesn't hurt anymore. Let those doctors who only know how to infuse and inject stay away from me."

Feng Yichen: "how did those people offend you? Without those people, you might still be in bed.

Feng Shaojin had a bad temper early in the morning and hummed coldly: "they are all useless things."

Feng Yichen:....

Feng Yichen now treats Feng Shaojin as a little princess. Since they don't like them, he tells them not to step into the main building in the future. Just leave some guards here to guard them....

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