The Empire's Mr.Jun Is Playing The Villain Again

Qiu Wenzheng's tone is very indifferent, as if he knew that Feng Sujin could come.

Feng Su Jin didn't notice the difference between Qiu Wenzheng's look and tone. Her understanding became heavy because she didn't see the figure she expected.

But the flavor of dumplings is too familiar, it is really the feeling in memory.

Liang Xiaoqing has been here for a while. When she sees Feng Sujin come in, she hears Qiu Wenzheng's words. When she shakes her hand, she can't hold her chopsticks firmly and almost falls to the ground.

Now she finally understood why Qiu Wenzheng wanted to heat the dumplings over and over again, and kept fanning them with his hands for fear that the taste would not go out.

Just now she asked him why he didn't eat. He said he was not hungry and would eat later.

Liang Xiaoqing is bitter in her heart. She knows that Qiu Wenzheng is waiting for this girl.

It was the girl she saw that day when she came, and she was still lying on the bed pale.

At that time, she was very beautiful and beautiful, and now she walked in so leisurely, and had an incomparable bearing.

With such a woman, she felt that she had been compared.

Liang Xiaoqing picked up a bowl of dumplings to eat, as if she wanted to deliberately relieve gas.

Qiu Wenzheng grabbed Liang Xiaoqing's hand. "You eat this bowl of dumplings."

Those two bowls of dumplings were specially made for Feng Sujin by someone dragging his sick body. From the beginning to the end, he could not help even if he wanted to help.

Of course, even if he wants to try one, the two bowls are just Feng Su Jin's, and Liang Xiaoqing can't eat them.

Qiu Wenzheng's unconscious action completely hurt Liang Xiaoqing's heart.

Liang Xiaoqing has an impulse to leave here.

But she still held back. She wanted to see how Qiu Wenzheng got along with the woman.

Liang Xiaoqing ate dumplings numbly, and felt that they were all bitter.

Wind Su Jin in the tent around to see, trying to find some traces, want to prove Jun Mo Han came.

But no, no trace.

Qiu Wenzheng could see what Feng Su Jin was looking for. He sighed in his heart.

Jun Mo Han does not want to let the wind Su Jin find, what trace will not leave.

Qiu Wenzheng felt that he was sighing too much recently, just like the old man.

Liang Xiaoqing's eyes dripped around, observing Qiu Wenzheng for a while, observing that beautiful woman for a while.

How did she feel something wrong? Qiu Wenzheng looked at the woman with a sad sigh, as if it was not the feeling of looking at her lover.

After that woman came in, her sight didn't stop at Qiu Wenzheng and her. She seemed to be looking for something or someone else.

After Liang Xiaoqing calmed down, she found that the whole body of the woman was filled with a strong sadness.

Let the onlookers see, have a kind of can't help but want to cry feeling.

She didn't know why she was in this mood.

Qiu Wenzheng coughed and broke the silence and said: "since you are here, now it's the HanKun Festival. It's the most important festival of the Dakun tribe. There are ready-made dumplings. Have some dumplings!"

Qiu Wenzheng handed the unique bowl of dumplings to Feng Sujin.

Feng Su Jin looked down at the dumplings in the bowl, smelled it, sucked her nose and said, "this dumpling tastes so familiar, just like his taste."

"Don't say that on the holidays, you may just miss him too much."

Feng Su Jin shook his head, "I think I miss him too much. I think I'm crazy, but I don't think I'm crazy. I'm familiar with his cooking and his breath. I can't make a mistake. Although I don't know why Qiu Wenzheng didn't tell me the truth, I'm sure you've contacted him."

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