Feng Shengzhe, who was crying endlessly, had calmed down and slept soundly with Feng Shu's right hand.

Although Feng Yun did not understand the reason, he noticed the seriousness of the matter from the adult's expression and kept his step with his sister, and even Ban'er.

Huo Ruxia signaled that she would guard herself, and Junting turned to the third floor.

Junlin was still lying under the window, motionless, as if the noise he had just made had not been noticed by him at all.

Junting looked at his youngest grandson, and his eyes couldn't hide his disappointment.

"Fourth brother, you got married to someone for your children, but today I went to pick up someone at home. I thought you had made up your mind to live a good life with Feng Shu. As a result, you came back with a chat and laugh, and it took a long time to live? Although she gave birth to a baby, she was still young and was also a child. She needed more tolerance and guidance.

What happened was so serious that you ignored her safety?"

Junlin didn't say anything, but his eyes were empty and he looked at the ceiling dumbly, as if he wanted to stare out a hole in a certain point.

Junting really wanted to curse, or simply beat the person to death. Maybe he woke up and beat him up, and Junlin would realize his mistake.

But seeing his grandson's indifference was exactly the same as before in the study, he did not do so after all.

There are some things that can only be obtained by thinking through yourself. No matter how much others say, it is nonsense. Beating and scolding is even more painful and it doesn’t hurt or itchy to him.

"I am old and can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you for a lifetime. You have been wasting decades. If you want to waste decades more, you will be wasted. If you really can't live your life, just leave. You go far away and hide your name. I will pretend that the Jun family does not have you. I will arrange it for Feng Shu and his son."

Junlin's eyes slowly turned around, and when he saw his grandfather's cold and hard expression, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "How is she?"

"I can't die, but it's not easy to live. She is a quiet person and rarely shows her emotions, let alone get angry. What did you say to make her angry like this? The sea of ​​mental power and consciousness is like a storm. If the baby hadn't been crying uneasily and was about to look for his mother, I wouldn't have come to find someone, let alone find her in a wrong state.

The fourth brother, you almost killed her. If the treatment is not done in time, even if she is rescued, she will become a useless person. What are you doing?”

Knowing that she was fine, Jun Lin silently closed his eyes, obviously not going to speak anymore.

"Think about what I said. If you can do it well, stay. If you don't have the confidence, leave. I don't want your baby to be like you, because of your parents' affairs."

One such descendant is enough. If another descendant comes, he will be pissed to death first.

Junting left the training room with a cold face.

Not long after, Junlin slowly sat up and went downstairs.

"Why is your face so bad? What happened? Your grandfather left without saying anything."

Seeing that he was just standing, Huo Ruxia couldn't come, so she had to speak first, "Okay, grandma doesn't ask, let's go now."

She left as soon as she said that, but she also took Feng Yun away, leaving only the sleeping mother and son.

Junlin slowly walked to the bed like a puppet, took off his shoes stiffly, then lay down, stared at the ceiling for a while, then slowly turned around and hugged her.

Feng Shu was awakened by the heat.

It was like being in a stove, she was sweating all over her body after being heated.

She had never expected that when she woke up, she would be in the arms of Junlin.

He was having a high fever, his face was red, and his lips were so chapped that he could almost see blood.

She wanted to leave, but found that no matter how much she pushed him, she didn't respond. He used his mental power to shape a cage and tied the two together firmly. She had no way to tear open the protective wall.

Feng Shu shouted several times, and saw that he didn't look like he heard it at all, pinching and stabbing the soft flesh on his waist, and even seeing blood when he was moved, he still didn't react at all.

At the end of the fuss, Feng Shengzhe was awakened and rushed over to hug her, but was blocked by Junlin's mental power. He pounced and then pounced, but he was unable to throw himself into his arms. He turned to cry as soon as his mouth was sagging.

"Baby, don't cry. Your dad is sick and it hurts. You have to be quiet."

Feng Shu spoke in a difficult manner to comfort her. Fortunately, she turned her back to Feng Shengzhe, so the little guy couldn't see the ferocious expression on her face at this moment.

"Sick? Blow on..."

He already knew what it means to be sick. When he talked about pain, he would want to blow it for others. Unfortunately, every time he rushed over, his mental power would bounce back and he could not touch his parents at all. So in the end he blew away at Jun Lin's face, persevering in his useless work.

The gas could not come in at all. She heard the child whirling hard, but she didn't feel the heat, and Junlin's hair did not shake at all. If it weren't for his excessive body temperature, his breathing and heartbeat, Feng Shu would have doubted whether he was dead.

She looked up at his face, thinking to herself that it was really unlucky.

Did she use up all her good luck on Huishan?

How could she give birth to a child for such a person? How could her child have such a father? How could she agree to get married by mistake and make him her legitimate husband?

She has no so-called concept of being in one's own way, but she is not the nature of a water-like poplar flower.

Marriage is sacred. Even if it is just to make do with the marriage, she believes that it is not allowed to be trampled on at will. It is undeniable that she once wanted a home that had not been realized before, but now she has it. Even if it is not what she wants, she barely has something that can be called home because of the father and son.

Home should be a harbor for shelter from wind and rain, a place where you allow you to lick your wounds openly, and a place where you can cry and laugh out loud.

He, like that man, destroyed her hope, the small hope that could even be called her faith.

Feng Shu pursed his lips and stared at him, and his evil thoughts passed by his heart more than once. How great would it be if he died like this? For such a man with uncertainty, he would be hard to leave, never leave, and never leave, and he could not move forward.

How great it is to die.

If he dies, she will be free. When the child grows up and becomes an adult, she can take her younger brother away from the Jun family. The sky is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and the fish are leaping. Where can I go?

Her prayers were probably not pious enough, and she failed to reach the heavens, and she was not dead.

In the evening, his high fever subsided by itself, and I have to say that his recovery was amazing.

When he woke up, Feng Shengzhe had already been entertaining himself for a long time and fell asleep again. Feng Shu just finished his mind and opened his eyes and looked at him.
Chapter completed!