Silly wife of a handsome silver-haired man: Concubine Leng Yufei

Feng Luo's nose was sore, everyone said that a man would not shed his tears easily, but he hadn't reached the point where he was sad.What kind of person he is, after getting along with him, he clearly understands that he is so strong and strong.

Such a powerful person actually shed tears...

Feng Luo felt his throat a little congested, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes!"

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Feng fell into the cabin, and saw Fan Ruoyu lying on the bed, breathing steadily.He put the tray on the table, and then walked out slowly... [

The moment Feng Luo closed the cabin door, Fan Ruo, who was lying on his side on the bed, opened his eyes stupidly.The black eyes seemed to form a pitch-black vortex, tumbling and surging inside.It took a long time to restore calm, and the black and white eyes were as clean and thorough as ever...

But in the depths, there is a touch of sadness hidden.Fan Ruoyu bit his lips tightly, got up and sat on the bed, and looked at the food on the table.As soon as the nose was sour, the eye sockets turned red.

But Leng did not shed a tear, nor did he make a sound.I just sat quietly on the bed and looked up through the window. I don't know when the night has become very dark. It has never been so dark, and there is not a single star in the starry sky.

The darkness of the night made her feel uneasy.There were no candles in the entire cabin, it was pitch black.But Fan Ruoyu's eyes were wide open, and the light was shining inside.

Fan Ruoyu didn't know how long he sat on the couch until the familiar sound of exhortations disappeared from the cabin.Fan Ruoyu got up slowly, and walked slowly to the table.No moonlight, no candlelight, Fan Ruoyu was ready to find a place.

Pick up the bowls and chopsticks, pick up vegetables and eat as usual.

Feng Luo outside the door heard movement in the cabin, immediately opened the door and entered, lit a candle, and saw Fan Ruoyu sitting in front of the table with normal expression and eating with vegetables.

Feng Luo stepped forward and stood behind Fan Ruoyu, holding a box in his hand. The pattern on the box was exquisitely carved, which looked extraordinary.

"Master..." Apart from whispering, he didn't know what to say.Do you mean he's gone?He really can't say it.

Outside the window, the sea breeze tightened slightly and blew past.

The window lattice made a slight crackling sound, the night was very quiet and dark.

Except for the sound of Fan Ruoyu chewing vegetables, there was no other sound in the cabin.

Feng Luo saw that she had no intention of speaking, and knew that she was feeling uncomfortable at the moment.But if you hold it like this, you will get sick...

Taking another step forward, Feng Luo could see clearly that Fan Ruoyu's chopsticks didn't stop, nor did the sound of chewing, but she was crying silently, and the teardrops at the corners of her eyes seemed like broken threads. The beads kept falling, across the small chin, and then fell into the bowl.

"Master," Feng Luo lost his voice, his throat seemed to be clogged with cotton, "If you want to cry, cry out!" Such silent tears might be suffocated.

Fan Ruoyu paused the hand holding the vegetables, and said coldly: "Who said I cried, it's because the boiled fish made by Ya is too spicy!" She couldn't help but shed tears because it was so spicy.As he spoke, his subordinates picked up the fish meat and put it in their mouths without stopping.

As he chewed, he seemed to be explaining, "I won't cry, it's just parting, not life or death!"

Fan Ruoyu ate in big mouthfuls, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't stop no matter what.So I simply put down the bowl and chopsticks, and kept wiping away my tears, but never thought about wiping more and more...

In the end,... "Hahaha..." Couldn't hold it any longer, Fan Ruoyu burst out crying and laughing out loud, that crisp laughter soared upwards, extremely abrupt in this endless sea. [