Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Jun Mohan watched Feng Sujin stubbornly lie on the bedside, curled up, just like the abandoned animal, it was pity.

His eyes glowed with warm waves, and his slender hand stretched out like a jade lightly touched her hair.

"Since I'm here, I'll have an extra bed beside."

This is a VIP ward with a lot of space. With an extra bed, Feng Sujin can also sleep next to it.

Hearing Jun Mohan agreed, Feng Sujin looked up and smiled brightly, "OK."

Jun Mohan looked at her like this and shook her head with a smile. She felt that she was just like a child. Sometimes she was uneasy and sometimes she was really easy to satisfy.

At night, lying in bed, Feng Sujin couldn't sleep, and she could not help thinking of some scenes from college.

Nalan family, Nalan Yunqing.

Before, she was stupid, didn't know his special status, and he never said it.

But now I want to come, whether classmates or school leaders respect him respectfully, for a reason.

Thinking of his last indifference and the time when she was fired, Feng Sujin's heart was sore.

I obviously thought I could forget, but today when I saw Nalan Bingchen, the memory of the two words Naran came into my mind.

The memory of the university also flashed out. Those embarrassing, sour and painful, trampled her once dignity on the soles of her feet, and you will never forget it.

Feng Sujin covered her heart, where it was really uncomfortable.

She was afraid of getting noisy with Jun Mohan, and tried hard to suppress herself, trying not to stand up and not let herself make any noise.

It was not until late that Feng Sujin fell asleep.

In the dream, Feng Sujin still dreamed about her college days.

"Feng Sujin, you really shame our school ..."

"Get out of here ..."

"People like you, let's go home instead of school."

"The original shape is revealed, and the heart is so bad. I really misread her before ..."

...

Feng Sujin wanted to shout loudly.

"A Jin, A Jin, wake up, wake up ..."

When Feng Sujin finally opened her eyes and woke up, her eyes were as clear as water, with a confused fog.

When she saw Jun Mohan, she said hoarsely, "I ... what happened to me?"

Jun Mohan sighed and reached out to gently wipe away the tears to Feng Sujin, "You have a nightmare and have been crying."

Feng Sujin returned to God, it turned out to be a dream, not a real one.

"I ... am I crying?"

"Well, crying is sad."

Jun Mohan's gaze touched Feng Sujin's hair with pity, "It's a dream, I'm here, don't be afraid."

At this time, Feng Sujin was still in a state of confusion just awake, very fragile, like a bunny, with two eyes red, looking at Jun Mohan innocently and innocently.

She looked like this, making Jun Mohan unable to parry him, he took her gently into his arms, soothing.

Feng Sujin clutched Jun Mohan's shirt tightly, leaned his head against his arms, hesitated, and then whispered, "I ... can I sleep with you?"

Jun Mohan only felt that her eyes were in such a tone, and she slammed into the softest part of his heart.

He gently touched her hair, "Want to sleep?"

Feng Sujin nodded embarrassedly, "Um."

She really didn't want to dream about college-related things anymore.

The bed has wheels and can slide. Jun Mohan turned his bed over, and the two beds were connected together.

Jun Mohan went to bed, reached out and took Feng Sujin into his arms, covered her with a quilt, "Sleep, I'm here, don't be afraid."