Lucky One becomes Unlucky

"Did you send this picture to him?" Qian Zhaozhao's whole body was shaking. She didn't dare to think what Feng Heng would do when he saw such a picture.

He would be very angry, he would give up on her

Feng Xu looks at Qian Zhaozhao's fear and worry, and his heart aches.

"With what I know about him, he won't come to you." Feng Xu light mouth, looking at Qian Zhaozhao pain, his heart like a knife.

When, she can do the same for herself.

"You give me your cell phone." Qian Zhaozhao finds himself cheated and reaches for his mobile phone.

Feng Xu looks at her coming, throws her cell phone aside, and then holds her in her arms.

He fell on her shoulder, breathing hot: "I know you are now in disguise, I am not angry, as long as you can accompany me."

"You lied to me." Qian Zhaozhao's eyes were red with tears rolling.

Originally, she had expectations, but she couldn't imagine what Feng Xu had given Feng Heng.

Feng Heng didn't believe her enough. In this way, she sat down. With Feng Heng's pride, he would not come to her.

She should not play smart, she struggled to escape, but Feng Xu's hand tightly imprisoned her in his arms.

"You let me go." Qian Zhao roared.

"Why are you with him when he doesn't trust you enough?" Feng Xu's Adam's apple rolled slightly. "I don't mind everything about you. Isn't that enough?"

Qian Zhaozhao lowered his head and bit Feng Xu's hand. He let go of the pain.

Qian Zhaozhao immediately broke away from his arms: "but I don't like you."

"Do you know you're going too far? You don't like me at all, you just want to satisfy your possessiveness

When she thought that she would live like this in the future, her heart was dead.

Feng Xu's hand clenched: "No."

"You're so insidious. No wonder I didn't like you in my previous life, because you're not worth liking." Qian Zhaozhao covers his heart and tears fall down.

She recalled the misunderstanding, and now she understood it quickly.

"It used to be you, too, wasn't it? Why do you have to destroy my relationship with Feng Heng? I said, "I don't like you, I don't like..."

Feng Xu stood in the night, and the flickering candle covered the loss in his eyes. He gave a bitter smile and said nothing.

Qian Zhaozhao looked at him, picked up the candlestick on the table and tried to throw it at him, but before she did, she stopped again.

She slowly released her hand and threw the candlestick to the ground: "I'm tired."

Her steps were heavy. She walked to the room step by step. On the way, she fell to the ground.

Feng Xu came to her quickly and picked her up.

The doctor came over and looked at her body: "it's just like this."

Feng Xu was relieved: "will the medicine do any harm to her body?"

"It's a drug with three poisons. Of course, there will be. But if you supplement more later, you can get it back."

Seeing off the doctor, Feng Xu looks at the unconscious Qian Zhaozhao, takes a handkerchief, and gently wipes the sweat from her forehead.

"I'll make you like me."

……

Qian Zhaozhao woke up again in the early morning. She sat up and the people lying on the bed beside her were soon awakened.

"Is it still hard?" Feng Xu looked at her and asked.

Qian took a cold look at him and said nothing.

Feng Xu didn't get angry. He stood up and gave her a cup of warm water. He handed it to her: "drink some water, you will feel better."

"No, it's nothing. You go out." Qian Zhaozhao is not in any mood to accept his kindness.

Feng Xu put the cup on the bedside table and turned out of the room.

Anyway, there is still a long time to go. He is not in a hurry.

The next time, Qian Zhaozhao spent in a muddle.

Feng Xu watched her eating less and less, a little worried.

"Isn't the food to your taste?"

"No, very well! For example, this meat is like a stone, hard and tasteless... "Qian Zhaozhao picks his eyebrows, and his tone is strange.

He wants to be with himself, and she drives him crazy.

These dishes were all cooked by Feng Xu himself.

Feng Xu listened to her reproach about her cooking, not angry: "I call someone to deliver the meal."

"I want to eat authentic Sichuan food." Qian Zhaozhao said.

When Sichuan cuisine arrived, Qian threw his chopsticks on the ground: "how can people eat such spicy food?"

Feng Xu knew that she was trying to embarrass herself and bent down to pick up the chopsticks.

"And it's not authentic. I want to eat Shandong cuisine."

"Is it also called Shandong cuisine? You just don't want me to have a good meal, do you? "

"You starve me to death, Henan cuisine. Do you know what Henan cuisine is?"

“……”

From noon to night.

The servant couldn't understand what Qian Zhaozhao said, but seeing what she had done, he couldn't help saying that this woman was too difficult to support.

But Feng Xu's character is very good, from noon to night, he is not angry at all.

Now the kitchen is full of leftovers.

Qian Zhaozhao was lying on the sofa. Seeing that Feng Xu had just sat down, he said, "I'm thirsty. I want to drink water."

Feng Xu immediately stood up to pour water for her.

Qian Zhaozhao took the water he poured, took a sip of it and stopped drinking it. It didn't look like he was thirsty.

"My legs are sore. Press them for me." She wants to see how long he can hold on.

Feng Xu put her leg on his body and pinched her calf: "here? Or... "

His hand up, Qian Zhaozhao bounce away: "are you a cowherd?"

Feng Xu's deep eyes became dangerous for a moment, and soon he regained his warm appearance.

Qian Zhaozhao noticed the slight change of his face just now. He was a little scared at the bottom of his heart, but he knew that he really angered him. He made more efforts to make him hate himself.

"You can't do anything well. No wonder you will lose to Feng Heng." Qian Zhaozhao picked eyebrows, "even if it's heavy life, you are also a failure."

Feng Xu looked up at her with a smile: "Zhaozhao, in my opinion, to leave you is to win."

Qian Zhaozhao clenched his hand. This man is really cheeky. He was not angry when he scolded him like this.

"I'm going to watch TV. Don't hang around in front of me any more. I'm in the way."

No matter how vicious it is, Qian Zhaozhao can't think of it for the moment.

After Feng Xu left and watched TV for a while, Qian Zhaozhao glanced at the layout of the room, and his eyes fell on several valuable antique bottles.

She stood up, walked over, took down the flower arrangement, then picked up the bottle and headed for the ground

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the ceramics fell to the ground.

Feng Xu was reading a book in his room. Hearing the noise, he immediately went out of the room: "Zhaozhao, are you ok?"

Qian Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment. He turned to Feng Xu and took another look at the tiles on the ground.

"Ouch, this one is too easy to fall."