The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

After dinner, Su Yan cleaned up the dishes as usual.

Feng would never go to the hospital, so the dressing change could only be left to her.

Feng Jue was lying on the bed, mainly because of the burn on his back that needed medicine. Su Yan held the medicine with careful and skillful movements, almost in one go.

He originally thought that the injury on his back looked horrific, and he thought that Su Yan would take a long time because of fear, but he didn't expect her to apply the medicine and change the bandage in a few minutes without saying a word.

He raised his eyebrows, "Have you studied it? You are more professional than the nurses in the hospital."

It was only when Su Yan heard this that she realized that she was too smooth. Once she felt professional, she forgot that it was impossible for ordinary people to be as smooth as her.

She was thinking about how to explain it, but Feng Jue snorted coldly, "Is that useless Gong Ziyi always injured, so you are used to wrapping his wounds?"

That tone was unusually disgusting.

Su Yan listened and did not deny that although she is a doctor, the chance of really treating Ziyi's injuries is very small. He was often injured when he was a child, but there were even more powerful doctors at that time. Later, when she became the most powerful, he would also It doesn't hurt much.

Seeing that she didn't refute, Feng Jue thought he had guessed right, and the boss was not happy.

Pulling the woman who was still in a daze into her arms, Su Yan was startled, the memory of that night flooded back, she resisted and struggled subconsciously, the panic on her face was too late to hide.

Feng Jue knew that he had frightened her, but he didn't let go. He just growled, "What are you moving? Can I move you when I'm dizzy? Or can you move me with your wounded body?"

Only then did Su Yan calm down a little bit.

Although she didn't hate him as much as she feared it before, she still couldn't accept such closeness all at once.

It was only after Feng Jue said this that she froze her body and controlled herself not to struggle.

Feng Jue naturally felt her stiffness, and muffled in her ear, "I said, I won't treat you like that again in the future, don't be so afraid of me."

He hugged her body and let her face lie on his chest. She wanted to say that if you still have injuries on your back, you won't be afraid that I will hurt you, but he seemed unconscious, and she couldn't do anything if she wasn't allowed to move. Speaking, she simply let him go.

She was afraid of him, this matter was beyond her control, her body was almost instinctively afraid of his breath.

She couldn't help being stiff.

For some reason, when she was leaning against him quietly like this, she suddenly remembered that night when he said that he liked her.

She immediately refuted his words, how could he like her?Even if he likes her, he just likes her body, and likes her being obedient enough.

This kind of liking is not love, it should be said that it has nothing to do with love.

How can love be like this?

Perhaps it was because Feng Jue didn't speak, her thoughts began to wander slowly, what is it like to be love?

She doesn't count with Ziyi, because Ziyi doesn't like her.

Shenmu and César didn't seem to count either, because Shenmu didn't like César.

It's absolutely impossible for her to follow the trend, their relationship is all on the bed, they only have a physical relationship, a relationship of coercion and submission.

She closed her eyes, with such a body that Feng Jue had unscrupulously possessed, and her heart that hurt Gong Ziyi too deeply, she didn't know if this life could have anything to do with love.

Just in a daze like this, she didn't know how she fell asleep, as soon as she opened her eyes, the sun was shining outside.

She blinked, and felt that everything in front of her eyes was very strange, and only when the memories slowly came back, she slowly remembered that this is Feng Jue's new home, and she was still the same as before, raised by him in a villa without anyone .

She got up lazily, and slowly found a piece of clothing from the closet to wear, and then belatedly thought that Feng Shiqi was injured, so why did she go back to work so quickly.

I can't see that the officers of ** are also so diligent.

She really couldn't figure out why she was reduced to a canary in a cage with her beauty, her limping legs, and her heart to study and live seriously.

Compared with the luxurious and cold villas before, there are many more flowers and plants here. Su Yan has a lot of experience about this, but she can't bear to see these flowers and plants die like this, so she has more things to do - take care of the flowers and plants.

Life is still so ordinary, nothing special, her vocal cords are slowly recovering, in fact, if she wants, she can make her own medicine, and she will get better quickly, but she doesn't have this thought, so she just casually it goes.

Anyway, it will be better sooner or later, she is not in a hurry if she can talk.

After raising her for more than half a month, she can already speak. She didn't know what he was thinking, but after Dongfang Qi's incident, he still asked her to bring him meals at noon every day.

But this time it wasn't her who drove, Fengjue sent bodyguards to pick him up by car, the last time it was because his people were lured away, this time there is no distance, so things like this shouldn't happen.

On this day, the sun was very bright, Su Yan went early because she was bored, when she just passed the training ground, she happened to see Feng Jue training soldiers.

Originally, she went directly to his office to wait for him, but because there was Jian Lan there, Su Yan felt that she was not in the mood to fight with her. It was fine if it was the man she liked, but it was not, it was a bit interesting nothing.

Secondly, it was because it was the first time I saw Feng Shiqi in military uniform.

Her footsteps stopped unconsciously.

From a distance, she had to admit that this man was really eye-catching.

That military uniform, the tall and straight figure, the silhouette that is not very clear, and the temperament of iron and blood.

Keke, very manly.

He is teaching people how to shoot, with a careless and lazy posture, as elegant as a cheetah, raising his hands slowly and methodically, it is not obvious how serious he is at all.

Su Yan looked at the red bull's-eye not far away, and thought evilly that Feng Qiqi would be ashamed if he misses the target with your stinking appearance.

Of course, this kind of thing will never happen.

The bullet was fired, and the shot hit the bull's-eye with no pressure.

He threw the gun in his hand casually, and threw it into the hands of a soldier not far away, "I'll give you one last chance, if you fail again, you can find a place where you can hang out."

The soldier held the gun tremblingly, swallowed his saliva, and was under great pressure.

Speaking of it, the wind is definitely not much bigger than them, but they are real sharpshooters, flawless, legends in legends.

The soldier held the gun, as if he was going all out, adjusted the angle, aimed at the bull's-eye, and couldn't shoot a single shot.