Feng Xiaoran saw An Zhixian's solemn expression and urged him to stay away from Lin Jinyan even more anxiously. Her mouth went dry and An Zhixian said:
"She is the only woman I have ever had a crush on. I know there are many difficulties, but I still want to give it a try. If it is my destiny to be alone and it doesn't work out after trying it, then I will admit it."
After Feng Xiaoran listened, the words of dissuasion were completely choked in his throat, and there was even a hint of pain in his chest. He choked and drank several cups of tea before swallowing. He turned his head to the side in frustration, and when he heard An Zhixian asking him about business, he said angrily:
"To ensure nothing goes wrong, Ling Yi and I will personally monitor the layout along the way. There will be no problems. Tian Chu will not be blamed after the incident."
An Zhixian stared at the paper for a long time, making sure there were no mistakes before putting it down:
"After more than ten years of planning, we have finally brought him to Tianchu. We must not let him leave alive."
After hearing this, Feng Xiaoran's sullenness dissipated, and she couldn't help but look sideways. Seeing An Zhixian's lonely and distracted look, Feng Xiaoran looked away, lowered her eyes to cover the heartache in her eyes, and remained silent.
The slightly oppressive silent atmosphere lasted for a long time. An Zhixian, who had regained consciousness, calmed down his loneliness and returned to his former self.
He raised his eyes to look at Feng Xiaoran and saw that he was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed and breathing heavily. An Zhixian's eyes were filled with warmth and he laughed silently. He slowly stepped forward and quickly touched Feng Xiaoran's neck. His eyes opened slightly and he immediately lost consciousness.
When Feng Xiaoran woke up, it was already the second day, and she found An Zhixian's bedroom. She sat up and rubbed her neck that was stiff from sleep, stretched out, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed to get dressed.
When An Zhixian came in with Zhu Qing, he saw Feng Xiaoran's clothes were loose.
Feng Xiaoran was tying her clothes while staring at the wontons brought by Zhu Qing, twitching her nose and following to the table:
"It smells so good. I'm really hungry. Did you touch my sleeping hole yesterday?"
An Zhixian nodded: "Seeing that you are tired from running around, I want you to have a good sleep. Go wash your face and come back to eat."
Feng Xiaoran stood up, rolled up her sleeves, and walked to the basin nearby:
"You carried me here? You took off my clothes too? Where did you sleep last night?"
Zhu Qing glanced at the two of them with a strange expression, and finally his eyes rested on Feng Xiaoran's back as she washed her face.
An Zhixian's feet felt itchy upon hearing this, and he resisted the urge to kick them up:
"Zhuqing and the others moved you. Chen Yao was not here. Dong Rui helped you take off your clothes. You will be the master of the house in the future anyway, but you still speak so openly. If others hear these words, they might think that you have a broken sleeve." addiction."
Feng Xiaoran wiped her face, put her hands on her chest and looked scared:
"I'm your senior brother! What are you going to do!"
An Zhixian's eyes hurt when he looked at it, and he bit his back teeth:
"When Dr. Wu comes back, I will ask him to prepare a side poison for you. It will make you mute."
Zhu Qing: Master and Young Master Feng are really alive together...
Ministry of Industry Shangshu Mansion.
Doctor Wu, who was performing acupuncture on Xiao Siming, suddenly felt itchy at the base of his nose. He moved his nose and endured it, then took the silver needle handed over by Meng Jie and concentrated on the acupuncture.
After burning the incense, they saw Doctor Wu put away his needle and stood up. Xiao Shangshu and his wife, with expectant eyes, hurriedly came forward to greet him:
"Doctor Wu, what's going on tomorrow? Can you wake up today?"
Doctor Wu: "You can wake up within a cup of tea. These days, you should eat soft and light food, and eat less at each meal. The incision was too deep. Although your life was saved, your throat was hurt. I will go to the doctor once every three to five days. , if there are no accidents, everything will be fine in one month.”
