Chapter 250 is not that simple (addition for the lovely Ashue)

After chatting for a few more words, Tong Shiying left.

Back in his room, he saw Feng Feicheng reclining on the recliner, with his long hair loose, a loose red robe on him, and his legs casually placed aside, looking evil and terribly lazy lazy.

Tong Shiying's eyes fell on him, her eyes narrowed slightly, curved like crescent moons, and as dark as a dark night.

"Ying'er, come here."

He spoke lazily, with a domineering tone that could not be refused.

Tong Shiying paused, walked over obediently, and sat beside him.

"Good girl."

Feng Feicheng evoked a smile, shook her little hand, his eyes suddenly deepened: "Why is it so cold?"

"It's raining outside."

Tong Shiying smiled and didn't care.

"..."

Feng Feicheng glanced at the weather outside the door, a flash of worry flashed in his dark eyes, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and suddenly he asked, "Apart from being cold, do you have any other feelings?"

"No!"

Tong Shiying shook her head, she couldn't help wondering, she always felt that Fengfei City was a little weird these days, and she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Feng Feicheng's black eyes became deeper and deeper, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and there was a faint cold light in his pupils.

He remembered that the old naughty boy also said that a certain characteristic of this kind of ice lotus is that a person who is poisoned may not have an attack immediately, but may also lurk in her body, eroding her body bit by bit.

"what happened?"

Tong Shiying looked at him and asked calmly.

Last time he asked her if she was feeling well. At that time, she thought the question was ambiguous and felt awkward. Thinking about it now, it seems that it is not that simple.

"fine."

Feng Feicheng stared at her, his voice was low and authentic, his black eyes were deep, and it was hard to see what he was thinking.

"..."

Tong Shiying looked at him straight, expressionless, and did not speak.

"If you look at me like that, I'd think you're implying something, huh?"

Feng Feicheng smiled charmingly, and lightly picked her chin with his fingertips. The word "um" revealed a faint ambiguity, which made people think infinitely.

"..."

Tong Shiying was angry and funny, and slapped his hand off politely, making her even more sure that he had something to hide from her, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She lowered her head, hiding the fleeting emotion.

The room became silent for a moment, and no one spoke for a while.

After a while, Xiaosi brought the freshly grilled mutton skewers.

Tong Shiying sorted out her emotions, said with a smile: "It smells so good, Ah Feng, do you want to eat?"

There was a smile on her face, as if nothing had happened.

Feng Feicheng's eyes deepened, and he opened his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated to speak, but Tong Shiying was turning around and walking towards the table, missing his expression for a moment.

The mutton kebabs are bright in color and rich in aroma, which makes Tong Poet's appetite great.

She is hungry and hungry now.

Picking up a bunch and taking a bite, the taste was even better than she had imagined.

These chefs are really professional.

After a while, she had eaten five skewers in a row, and she stretched out her hand to take another one. A warm palm pressed her little hand, and a deep and soft voice sounded from above her head.

"Eat less, it's too greasy."

Tong Shiying looked up at him, with deep meaning in her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled slightly: "Oh, then I won't eat."

She put down the lamb skewers obediently.

Because she knew that even if Feng Feicheng hid something from her, it must be for her own good. If so, why would she go against his painstaking efforts!
(End of this chapter)

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