Embracing each other and sleeping - help, the president climbs the wall every night for reconciliation

"what are you saying?"

Ning Qianqian was inexplicably asked.

Where did her childhood sweetheart come from?

Feng Jue stared at her closely, "You think I don't know, you always have someone you like, right?"

Ning Qianqian was shocked and hurt even more in her heart, "Fengjue, the person I like is..."

She gritted her teeth hard, swallowing a confession that would only bring her own humiliation.

She wanted to tell him that from the beginning to the end, the only person she liked was the man named Fengjue.

However, she didn't dare to dig out her true heart and trample it on a man who didn't love her. She was not so cheap yet.

As soon as Xu Qingyuan made a phone call, Feng Jue could leave her at home and make an appointment late at night.

Now that he hasn't returned all night, he still has the face to slander someone else in her heart.

"Why don't you go on, afraid that I will trouble him?" Feng Jue sneered, his cool voice like a blade, cutting through Ning Qianqian's psychological defense.

Ning Qian's expression was tense, pretending to be indifferent, "You don't want to be weird here. It's you who filed for divorce first, I just do what you want."

After saying that, she turned her head and walked back to the room, for fear that if she was one step slower, tears would well up in her eyes.

"Shallow."

A familiar and urgent call sounded behind him.

Ning Qianqian paused for a while, and suddenly felt a surge of extreme discomfort, so nauseated that she wanted to vomit.

She hurried to the bathroom, retching.

It was as if all the organs in the body were turning upside down, and the nausea went straight to the brain, almost making Ning Qianqian faint.

After a long time, she opened the bathroom door.

However, there was no sign of the title outside the door for a long time. Oh, Ning Qianqian, what are you expecting?

Fengjue went downstairs, the servant was still busy,

"Madam is sick? How did you take care of it!"

Fengjue opened his mouth with a sullen face, and the sense of oppression from the superior made the servants stutter a little.

"No, no, Madam was fine last night."

Fengjue remembered Ning Qianqian's vomit, his brows were furrowed, his voice was frosty,

"Simmer some soup that nourishes the stomach for Mrs."

"Yes."

Suddenly, Fengjue's cell phone rang, and Song Cheng's voice came.

"Mr. Feng, there is a temporary problem with the project, I am afraid you need to deal with it."

Feng Jue hung up the phone, and the driver had already driven the car to the door.

Ning Qianqian stood by the window with a pale face and watched him leave, her heart aching.

They haven't communicated normally since yesterday's title was filed for divorce.

Either she hid in the room or he left the house.

They really can't go back.

...

into the night.

Ning Qianqian learned yesterday's lesson, no longer waiting for the title, and went to bed early.

When Feng Jue returned home, Ning Qianqian had already fallen asleep, but there was still a small yellow light on the head of the bed according to his habit.

He carefully closed the bedroom door and turned to the study.

Ning Qianqian felt unwell, and he didn't want to disturb her.

Feng Jue worked overtime in the study until late at night, and then slept directly in the small bed in the study.

However, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Feng Jue got up and looked at his phone, and found a message that he ignored.

Servant: "Don't worry, sir. Madam has already drank the soup and has not vomited again today."

Fengjue's face paled a little.

He hesitated for a moment, but returned to the bedroom.

Feng Jue quietly lay on the bed and gently embraced Ning Qianqian in his arms.

Ning Qian slept soundly, but as soon as she entered his embrace, she consciously arched and found the most comfortable position.

The nobility looked at his wife quietly.

Ning Qianqian's palm-sized face glowed with lustrous luster, her skin was delicate and her lips were attractive.

At this moment, she pursed her lips, and a small pear pocket appeared on her cheek, which was beautiful without knowing it.

Feng Jue dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, Qian Qian."

The two slept together.

He has had a problem since he was a child, any dark, claustrophobic environment may arouse his deepest fear, which is the secret of the entire Feng family.

Others only know that in the Feng family, the lights are always on at all times, and it is only the pleasure of the rich.

Looking at Ning Qianqian's frowning face under the light, perhaps the light affected her sleep, and she was a little unhappy.

Feng Jue thought about it and turned off the small light.

As soon as the light disappeared, the danger lurking in the dark seemed to come back at any time and bite him to pieces.

He stretched out his hand and embraced Ning Qianqian in his arms, those fears faded like a tide.

This is a strange phenomenon he discovered very early,

By Ning Qianqian's side, he is not afraid of the dark, just as he was...

However, it was clearly Qingyuan back then.

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