Mr. Bo's meeting

Chapter 42 Don't You Feel Sad (2 More)
After everything was packed, Bo Zhongye carried Feng Qinqin to the bathroom again, changed into an aunt's towel, and carried her back to the bed.

Feng Qinqin never felt that her aunt could be so happy, and she didn't need to do anything about herself. At this time before, what she hated the most was getting up from the bed enduring the pain, and putting on the aunt's towel while enduring her irritability.

Now, it's a breeze!
It's just, what does it mean that this person undressed in front of her? !

"What are you doing?"

He wouldn't want to sleep with her, would he?
"sleep!"

Someone answered of course.

Feng Qinqin: "..."

Feng Qinqin pursed her mouth, pointed at the companion bed beside her, trembling because of nervousness when speaking.

"You, you sleep there!"

Bo Zhongye looked in the direction she was pointing at, turned his head, looked at her, and spoke word by word in a tone that could not be rejected.

"It's just a display."

Then, he continued.

"Be obedient, you are afraid of the cold, don't you know, what time is it now, after so much tossing, is your bed warm?"

Feng Qinqin sniffed, and was a little moved by what he said just now, but the latter words almost didn't kill her.

I only heard the man's voice coming lightly, and there was a ruffian in it.

"It's not that I haven't slept together before. At that time, you still hugged me every night."

Feng Qinqin: "..."

Bo Zhongye got on the bed with his chest pumped up and down in anger, and hugged her as soon as he got on the bed, and hugged her in his arms.

"Is it still cold?"

Bo Zhongye asked, still a little proud, as if to say, look, I'm still needed.

Feng Qinqin couldn't deny that she felt much more comfortable in his arms, but she wouldn't tell the truth.

Under the quilt, Bao Zhongye's long legs hooked the little guy's slender legs, entangled, and the heat gradually passed from his legs to his body, Feng Qinqin's little feet also actively hooked his legs, feeling much warmer .

"Go to sleep."

Bo Zhongye moved his right hand to the back of her neck, hugged her tightly, put his chin against her forehead, and softly coaxed her, like an adult who puts a child to sleep.

Feng Qinqin muttered, but didn't hear what she said, and then fell asleep.

*
Feng Family Villa.

After Feng Xiao and Liu Ping came back, Liu Ping went to her bedroom.

Seeing that her mother still entered her bedroom, she didn't seem to argue with her father. It seemed that in her heart, her sister was sick, and it was a matter of course for her father not to visit her.

Why doesn't mom question dad, he wants to go.

My sister is in the hospital, and my father doesn't even show his face. Is it right?

Feng Xiao stood at the door of the bedroom for a long time, but finally he walked to his father's bedroom and knocked on his door.

"Come in."

With a thick and powerful voice, without a trace of emotion, this is his father, and he really doesn't have any worries.

Feng Xiao took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.

"dad."

Feng Wenjun was sitting on the head of the bed in two-piece pajamas, the quilt only covered his legs, holding the financial magazine he had always loved to read in his hand, Feng Xiao felt that his father was waiting for him to come to him.

Feng Wenjun glanced at his son who was already standing in front of him, put down the magazine in his hand, and sat there without any emotion in his eyes.

"What do you want to ask, ask now."

Feng Xiao looked at him, trying to see him clearly, but everyone in the family was hiding too deeply, and he couldn't understand any of them.

"Father, Qinqin is sick, why don't you go?"

I would rather lie on the bed in the bedroom than take a look at my sick daughter.

He couldn't understand.

People say that a daughter is the lover of a father in his previous life. All fathers in the world love their daughters the most. People around him tell him that this is the truth. Sometimes when he walks on the street and sees a little girl, he always thinks, If he had a daughter in the future, he would definitely buy her the most beautiful clothes, the prettiest dolls, decorate a room like a dream, and make her a real princess.

However, my father never gave my sister anything, nothing but indifference.

Fortunately, Qinqin was very cheerful and did not cast a bad shadow because of his father's influence.

Hearing his son's questioning, Feng Wenjun didn't reply immediately.

Why did he want to see Feng Qinqin? As the biggest stain in his life, why did he want to see her.

"Father, in your heart, is Qinqin your daughter? Don't you think you don't have the attitude of being a father at all?"

Hearing this, Feng Wenjun squinted his eyes.

"I don't have the attitude of being a father? Am I treating you badly?"

Feng Xiao froze in place.

Yes, Dad is very good to him, but it is because of this that he can't figure it out.

As long as he can remember, his parents slept in separate rooms, and his mother shared a room with his younger sister. At that time, he thought, his mother loves his younger sister too much. When his younger sister grows up, his parents will live together .

However, until my sister was five years old, my mother moved out of my sister's bedroom and lived in a guest room for 15 years.

At that time, he discovered that his parents were different from other people's. He even thought that his parents would get divorced, but after so many years, they still lived under the same roof, being the most familiar strangers.

"Dad, you all have secrets, but I don't. You have secrets, and my sister has them too. Mom seems to have more secrets, but none of you tell me."

Feng Xiao spoke in a low voice, as if he was talking to his father, or just talking to himself.

Feng Wenjun knew that his son had been suspicious for a long time, but...

"Why don't you check?"

With Feng Xiao's current ability, it is not difficult to find these, and Feng Xiao also knows that he can find them.

but…

"Dad, we are family members, relatives. If I want to know these things, I need to check them myself. Don't you think it's sad?"

The reason why he didn't investigate was because he was waiting for them to tell. It seemed that he was too naive.

Feng Xiao smiled, his eyes darkened, as if he was laughing at himself.

"Dad, do you have a woman outside?"

Hearing this, Feng Wenjun suddenly raised his head to look at him, his eyes gradually narrowed, and the danger in his eyes was like turbulent waves, Feng Xiao looked at him, without any fear, instead he smiled.

"Dad, if you want to go on with your mother, it's time to stop. The person who is looking for me today may be Xiaosan alone, and the person who is looking for me tomorrow may be Xiaosan and his son. Maybe in a few years, I should give up my seat." gone."

(End of this chapter)