Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 1111

"I'm not just self-righteous. I've always been a fool." Feng Mocheng laughed at himself.

For the first time, he laughed at himself as an idiot.

"You're an idiot, you're a super idiot! You're still an asshole! You bastard! You idiot! I hate you, I hate you!" Lin Jing hammered his chest hard with his small fists, scolding him while beating: "I I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Feng Mocheng smiled instead of anger: "Okay, you can just beat and scold, and stop scolding when you feel comfortable."

He let Lin Jing beat him and scold him, with a smile on his face all the time.

Lin Jing raised her head and found the wound on his forehead. She felt a sudden pain in her heart. She reached out and touched his face, which was covered in blood.

I don't know if it was distressed, but he said angrily: "You are really annoying! Why are you laughing, I hate seeing you like this!"

He smiled softly and followed her words: "I hate the way I look too. Wife, are you still angry with me?"

"..."

Lin Jing's heart trembled, and she raised her head in astonishment, "What did you call me?"

"Stupid woman, of course I call you wife." He held her hand and kissed every finger of her with extra affection, "You are my wife now, and I am your husband."

Lin Jing withdrew his hand in fright, turned around and ran away.

Feng Mocheng just wanted to chase her, but Lin Jing ran to the door of the room and shouted outside: "Come here, bring the medicine box!"

Feng Mocheng's hand, which was about to pull her back, withdrew again.

It turned out that she was only worried about the wound on his forehead.

The blood on his forehead kept flowing, this place seemed to be smashed often, maybe he was a bastard in the eyes of everyone, everyone wanted to beat him, Feng Mocheng smiled wryly.

Soon, a servant came in with a medicine box.

Lin Jing carried the medicine box onto the table, turned his head and said to Feng Mocheng, "What are you still doing standing there stupidly? Come here!"

Feng Mocheng obediently walked over like a loyal servant.

Lin Jing pressed him to sit down, and reprimanded: "You really don't make people worry at all. If I hit you with something, won't you hide?"

Feng Mocheng smiled faintly: "If I hide, won't you be unable to fight? If you can't fight, what should you do if you can't calm down?"

"..."

Lin Jing should feel distressed in her heart, but now she can only get angry, "You are really too much!"

She hurriedly opened the medicine box and treated Feng Mocheng's wound. After wiping off all the blood on Feng Mocheng's forehead, she also disinfected the wound, applied the potion, and put on a band-aid.

Lin Jing was withdrawing his hand and closing the medicine box when Feng Mocheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked, "Can the two of us have a good talk? Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Lin Jing's hand was stuck on the medicine box, she glanced at Feng Mocheng's hand, then retracted.

Her avoidance made him feel lost.

Lin Jing pushed the medicine box forward, pulled up the chair and sat down.

Feng Mocheng finally showed a gratified smile, it seemed that Lin Jing wanted to have a good talk with him.

He held her hand tightly: "will you give me a chance?"

"But you shouldn't take advantage of others."

Feng Mocheng: "..."

There was a sudden silence between the two of them.

Feng Mocheng stood up and took the marriage certificate.

This time he had two copies in his hand.

Originally, he and Lin Jing had a copy of the marriage certificate.

"This one is for you, you have kept our marriage certificate.

(End of this chapter)