Mr.Feng is too domineering: Fresh wife is obediently spoiled

Half an hour later, Qin Qian came out of the bathroom and wrapped himself in a white bathrobe. Before he left, he sat at his desk and turned over Qin Qian's exercise book.

Another supervisor!

She is now an injured person. Maybe the title won't be cruel enough to let her do her homework against her injury?

At this thought, Qin Qian was relieved and approached in small steps: "isn't uncle Feng in the army today? Why did he suddenly run out?"

"Yanxuan said you were hurt." Feng Jue didn't lift his head and continued to read Qin Qian's exercise book.

Qin Qian knows how self disciplined the knighthood is. He says nothing in the army. If someone else happens outside the army, he won't pay attention to the knighthood as long as it has nothing to do with the army.

"So uncle Feng knew I was hurt and came back specially?" Qin Qian looked forward.

"You can say so." Fengjue did not deny it. Turning around, he saw the little girl looking at him with her grape eyes open. He stretched out his hand and pulled Qin Qian into his arms. He asked her to sit on her lap and lift the bathrobe on her shoulder.

Qin Qian's body was slightly stiff, but she didn't struggle, but her ear tips were already red.

"Why hasn't the wound begun to heal?" After some inspection, the Duke frowned.

Qin Qian's self-healing ability is so good that he has seen it with his own eyes. A minute ago, maybe it was a bloody wound. A minute later, the blood will stop and the wound will heal quickly. But today, Qin Qian's wound recovers very slowly, which is not in line with common sense.

He stared at Qin Qian's wound seriously and found that Qin Qian's nails turned red in a trance.

By the way, Qin Qian was injured in the last fight. The recovery speed of the wound that day was obviously slower than before, and so is today.

So when the nail turns red, will the wound recover more slowly?

Although Feng Jue watched Qin Qian grow up, this was the first time I saw him. He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't think much.

Qin Qian was injured and needed a rest. Fengjue gave her the room, but Qin Qian grabbed his hand and didn't let him go.

Fengjue puzzled and turned back: "is there anything else?"

"Can you stay with me?"

In the past, she had to be accompanied to sleep when she was injured. She was used to being knighted and pulled the little girl into her arms.

Qin Qian was very clever. He found a comfortable position in the arms of fengjue. Pink's small hands held his clothes tightly and closed his eyes quietly.

When he woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was empty. Qin Qian changed his clothes and went downstairs. But I saw a noble woman sitting in the living room.

Seeing Qin Qian coming down, Huo Yuhan greeted him with a smile: "shallow, I heard from the general that you were injured. My sister doesn't know what you like, so she brought some supplements. Is your injury better?"

It was none other than the daughter of governor Huo.

This person is very familiar. It is clear that Qin Qian has nothing to do with her, but she always likes to pretend to be deeply in love with Qin Qian's sisters, and she doesn't know who to show it to.

Qin Qian took a step back, avoided Huo Yuhan's hand and went straight to fengjue.

"Uncle Feng, I'm hungry." It's a reasonable tone.

In silence, fengjue stuffed the washed grapes on the table into Qin Qian's hand: "eat some fruit first and make breakfast later."

"Shallow, my sister brought some dessert. If you're hungry, you might as well eat some dessert to fill your stomach." Huo Yuhan politely opened the gift box and put it in front of Qin Qian. She didn't know whether it was intentional. When she passed by, she deliberately rubbed the thigh of the Lord.