The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 37 Can I Eat You?

His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of bewitching invisibly.

Looking dazed, Feng Canglan almost nodded his head, "Okay..."

Just as she was about to say she looked good, she met Shang Zong Zhengyu's deep and deep phoenix eyes, her chaotic mind instantly cleared up, and she quickly looked away.

He murmured, "That's it, so-so." His voice was low, obviously lacking confidence.

She lowered her head and frowned, avoiding Zong Zhengyu's gaze.

Depend on!
She must have been stunned, otherwise how could she feel that Zong Zhengyu was gentle and the scene just now was warm.

"Generally, then just now..." Zong Zhengyu's magnetic voice sounded slowly.

Feng Canglan was taken aback, and quickly changed the topic, "The medicine is cold."

Zong Zhengyu chuckled, spooned the medicine and fed it.

Feng Canglan drank it in one gulp, just wanting to finish the medicine quickly and pretend to be dead, thinking that he was annoyed when he thought Zong Zhengyu looked stupid just now.

Feng Canglan let out a long sigh of relief when the bowl of medicine was drained, pulled off the quilt and went to sleep.

Just when I was about to lie down, I was stopped.

"and many more."

Feng Canglan supported the bed and looked at Zong Zhengyu with doubts on his face.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, Feng Canglan instinctively leaned back to avoid that hand.

Zong Zhengyu's hand stopped in mid-air, neither up nor down, and the picture seemed to be still.

"What are you doing?" Feng Canglan's eyes moved back and forth between Zong Zhengyu's face and hands.

During this period of time, Zong Zhengyu was too abnormal, what bad idea was he holding back?

Now he didn't continue to pretend to be a vegetable, there was no need for it.

What's more, Zong Zhengyu didn't pretend to be a vegetable before.

Zong Zhengyu moved forward again, Feng Canglan was going backwards but was caught by the wrist and could not move back.

Looking at the hand gradually approaching her neck, Feng Canglan's heart sank, and the temperature of her whole body dropped rapidly.

No... isn't it?

Arguing with Wen Fengjun today, Zong Zhengyu is going to kill her?

By the way, because her little devil hand doctor did not detoxify the pulse diagnosis.

She just said it!
Why did Zong Zhengyu suddenly change his temperament? He wanted her to relax, and then killed her by surprise!

The cold fingertips touched the skin like a poisonous snake.

Feng Canglan's back was stiff, and a layer of cold sweat leaked from his back.

The cold touch stimulated the nerves in her brain, and she shrank her hand holding the quilt suddenly.

"Husband, I was wrong, and I will never quarrel with Wen Fengjun again!"

"Also...there is the little devil's hand doctor, I will apologize, I will definitely ask for forgiveness and let her diagnose your pulse again!" Feng Canglan said quickly, with a face full of remorse and begging for forgiveness.

Zong Zhengyu's finger on Feng Canglan's cheek paused slightly, and he returned to normal in a moment, rubbing the corner of Feng Canglan's mouth with his thumb.

Feng Canglan was taken aback, and a look of anxiety flashed across his face.

Or not?Want to kill her?
A ruthless look flashed across Feng Canglan's Qiushui eyes, if this is still the case, don't blame her...

"There are medicine stains on the corner of the mouth."

A magnetic voice sounded, Feng Canglan paused, and subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

Facing Zong Zhengyu's eyes, those eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, were completely black.

Feng Canglan quickly came back to his senses, subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

A chill came from her fingertips, and she realized that Zong Zhengyu's hand was still on her face and hurriedly put it down.

Zong Zhengyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hands on the corners of his lips rubbed gently, making his phoenix eyes darker and darker.

Time passed by, and a strange atmosphere rose in the room.

I don't know how long it took before Zong Zhengyu let go, "It's late at night, rest."

"Ah... good." Feng Canglan hadn't recovered from the shock, and obediently lay down and covered herself with a blanket to sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt some movement on the quilt. I half-closed my eyes and saw Zong Zhengyu tucking in the corner of the quilt, and then turned the wheelchair away with the medicine bowl in his hand.

Feng Canglan, who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

With the appearance just now, she thought Zong Zhengyu was going to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

However, Zong Zhengyu's behavior in the past two days is really too weird, what kind of plan is he planning.

While thinking, the quilt was lifted.

Feng Canglan's spine stiffened, and he felt that there was someone lying beside him.

what's the situation! ?

How Zong Zhengyu covered her quilts was always covered by the two quilts.

Feng Canglan's pupils dilated and looked at Zong Zhengyu who was lying down, the aura of conspiracy became more and more serious.

I want to ask, but I can't ask directly. This is the Prince Regent's Mansion, so I can't say why you don't cover yourself with bedding.

There will be nothing wrong at that time, and Zong Zhengyu will not be worth the loss.

She thought of words in her mind, like a gentle and caring wife, "What's wrong with your husband?"

"Is the bedding too thin?"

Zong Zhengyu looked sideways, his calm eyes were deep, as if he could see everything.

The moment they looked at each other, Feng Canglan looked away calmly.

With Zong Zhengyu's eyes, she always felt that she was seen through.

"The soup is sprinkled on it, when I fed the medicine just now." His voice sounded.Feng Canglan's originally planned words choked in his throat.

Zong Zhengyu fed her medicine and it spilled on the bedding, so she had to cover it.

"Then let someone send another set of bedding." Feng Canglan said tentatively in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zongzheng Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

As keen as the wind, he immediately sensed that the wind direction was wrong and quickly added, "This quilt has been covered for a long time, and I am worried about my husband..."

Before he finished speaking, Zong Zhengyu interrupted with a cold voice, "I don't dislike it."

"Go to sleep." Zong Zhengyu pulled up the quilt and closed his eyes, and the room returned to calm.

Things have been like this, there is no room for maneuver.

Feng Canglan could only make do with it.

The two of them were covered with the same quilt, and the distance was getting closer for no reason.

The Lengxiang next to it pierced into the tip of the nose and poured into the brain, Feng Canglan pulled the quilt and forgot to move it.

The quilt is only that big, and there is bound to be someone covering it at a distance. That person can't be Zong Zhengyu, it can only be Feng Canglan.

She gave up the bedding and kept moving in, being careful not to make any noise.

It's all about changing the bedding.

Although it is already spring, it is still cold at night.Not long after leaving the bedding, Feng Canglan's skin pimples stood up from the cold, and his teeth chattered from the cold.

"Can this king eat you?"

In the darkness, Zong Zhengyu slowly opened his eyes, and his voice became even colder.

Feng Canglan at the corner of the bed froze, and quickly made amends, "Yawn~"

"What's the matter, why did I roll outside." After she finished speaking vaguely, she rolled back to her original position and pulled over the quilt cover.

An extremely aggressive smell came over his whole body, Feng Canglan didn't dare to make any more movements, his whole body stiffened and kept that movement.

Back in the bedding, the whole body gradually warmed up, and the consciousness gradually became blurred and gradually fell asleep.

There was a steady breathing sound in his ears, and Zong Zhengyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking sideways at his petite, sleepy son lying beside him.

The phoenix eyes focused on her delicate eyebrows, and moved down inch by inch, finally falling on her bright red lips.

Her lips moved slightly, murmuring softly.

Staring at the slightly parted red lips, Zong Zhengyu's dark eyes were dark, and his deep eyes seemed to be thick ink that couldn't be melted.

Averting his gaze, he calmly stared at the top of the curtain, "Liar."

(End of this chapter)