Substitute wife: mysterious husband,good evening

Feng Yan almost raced back.

He wants to know whether the woman in his dream really existed.

But in the door, but listen to housekeeper Mo scold the maid inside, and then, rushed out in a hurry.

"Second master!"

Housekeeper Mo stayed up all night, and his face was not very good. He was nearly 40 years old. Although he was a few years younger than moliting, the tossing things in recent days probably drove him crazy.

"Second master, you can count it. Master, he..."

Feng Yan didn't have much affection for his father, just like a voice told him subconsciously.

"What happened to him?"

"The master can't do it. The doctor said that he has been in bad health for the last two or three days. The doctor said that he couldn't survive the new year, but didn't expect..." I didn't expect to survive the new year, but in the end

With that, he just looked at the man at the other end and sighed. A maid came out of the room, "housekeeper Mo, it's not good. The master vomited again --!"

Smell speech, originally angry want to go with Mo Li Ting theory, but now just rigid stand there man, for a moment, unexpectedly don't know how to do.

It was only a while ago that I saw that he was full of spirit, but now... Suddenly he was very ill?

"What are you doing? Go and call Dr. Su quickly."

"Yes, I'm going."

Housekeeper Mo took a look at Feng Yan. "Second master, please feel free. I'll take care of my husband. During this time, you'd better go home and accompany him more."

Then he ran into the room without waiting for Feng Yan to say anything more.

Inside, the sound of Kuang Kuang came continuously, which showed that he was in a panic.

In a few minutes, Su Chen came with a medicine box and saw the man standing there

Then he ran in.

He stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and finally followed closely.

In that room, there was a faint smell of sandalwood, which was very familiar, but it seemed that the smell in the middle was not the one before.

Feng Yan saw the panic crowd standing there, and the man lying there.

Although the head is blocking the screen curtain, you can see that the thin appearance is completely different from what you saw a few days ago.

Like... A serious illness, all of a sudden cost too much energy.

He even drinks the medicine, is others tough feed into.

"How much of a drink, sir."

But the man at that end was tough and said, "I don't... cough..."

Feng Yan listened to her voice, which was different from before. Now the voice color is very rough, as if at any time

I coughed like this and ordered a room full of sandalwood.

The man stood on one side, and no one noticed Feng Yan, because everyone's eyes were focused on him, as if now she was the object of all people's attention.

It needs to be held in the palm of the hand.

He went to the side of the sandalwood, opened the antique sandalwood box, took the lid, and crushed a piece of sandalwood directly.

The sandalwood, which used to have some fire, was extinguished in an instant.

"Second master, the old man said he couldn't put it out. He would be angry if he couldn't smell it."

It's all like this. I'm still angry.

Feng Yan's eyes fixed on the sandalwood in front of him. "If he wants to ask, he says that I put it out. If he wants to be angry, let him be angry with me."