The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 161 Perfume
Feng Sujin finally sighed, resisting the urge to call.

It was past eleven o'clock when Jun Mohan returned home.

As soon as Feng Sujin heard the sound of the door opening, she stood up in a jerk, a little excited.

She hurried a few steps and came to the door, her eyes were as bright as stars, "Are you back? Are you tired? Did you have a good meal?"

Feng Sujin didn't realize how urgent and caring her tone was.

Feng Sujin's voice revealed her emotions.

Jun Mohan was a little tired, and there was a sense of fatigue in his eyes.

But when he saw the soft smiling face of his little wife, it seemed that all the exhaustion had dissipated.

Seeing Feng Sujin's smile, it is a happy thing that someone is waiting for him at home when he returns home.

He used to have many plans, but in none of these plans did he expect that one day he would get married, have a warm home, and have a beautiful wife who would wait for him to come back every day.

But actually owning it, he found it a good feeling.

It turned out to be a wonderful feeling.

He didn't expect it to be so late and she wasn't asleep yet.

Jun Mohan gently stroked Feng Sujin's hair, "I'm fine, why didn't you sleep?"

When Jun Mohan faced Feng Sujin, he was very relaxed and his voice was gentle.

Feng Sujin took the bag from Jun Mohan's hand, and when she got close, she smelled a hint of perfume.

Although Feng Sujin tried her best to restrain her emotions, her body stiffened at this moment, as if something hit her heart.

Feng Sujin's face turned pale.

His fingers trembled.

She took a deep breath, restrained her emotions vigorously, said nothing, and silently packed Jun Mohan's bag and hung up his clothes.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Sujin restrained her emotions with silence.

She was afraid that if she spoke, she would not be able to help asking questions.

Then, she went to the kitchen and brought over the eight-treasure porridge she had cooked.

"If you're socializing, you must have been drinking a lot. You may not have eaten well. Have a bowl of porridge to make your stomach feel better."

In any case, she was worried about him.

Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin who was sitting on the sofa, under the light, she was soft and demure, with a feeling of tranquility, which made his tired heart relax.

Jun Mohan drank the porridge and said warmly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Feng Sujin shook her head, "It's not hard, it's because you worked hard outside socializing."

Jun Mohan was indeed a little tired, and the two of them went back to the bedroom to rest soon.

In the past, when Feng Sujin wasn't sleeping, she would always lean into Jun Mohan's arms. Even if she didn't get close, she would rely on him, or she would look at him with her beautiful big eyes, or she would just say good night to him. .

Tonight, Jun Mohan felt something was wrong with Feng Sujin.

Especially with her back turned to him.

Jun Mohan sighed inwardly, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, and made her turn to face him.

Jun Mohan asked in a low voice: "What's the matter tonight, are you unhappy?"

Feng Sujin shook her head, she felt that she was too hypocritical, she shouldn't care about it.

But that kind of perfume made her think about it involuntarily, and she couldn't help but feel pantothenic in her heart.

Jun Mohan thought for a while, then explained in a gentle voice: "Is that because I came back late?"

Feng Sujin pursed her lips and remained silent. She said that she should be grateful, be content, be a good wife, and make Jun Mohan happy.

Even if he is away...whatever, she might not know what to do!
She is messed up now.

Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's silence, and explained: "After drinking tonight, something happened, and I confronted people from the Lu family for a while, so I came back late. I won't do it next time, and I won't have it again. What's the reward?"

Maybe it's because he drank a little wine, his eyes were filled with a ghostly light, and something seemed to roll out of his eyes little by little.

(End of this chapter)