Feng Beichen has been soaking for a while, but he has no intention of coming out at all.

Although taking a bath is a highly relaxing thing, it can't be soaked all the time. Anything is too late. Soaking for too long will let moisture in.

"President Feng!" Zhong walked closer, reminding him softly and gently, could it be that he could not sleep.

But she has been observing him carefully and found that from time to time, his nose would be twitched vigorously. Could it be that he had some bad dreams in his sleep? Is he crying?

Is such a strong man vulnerable to such a point? Her heart was filled with infinite distress for her.

"President Feng!" Zhong Zhen took a step further, gently bringing a little water with his hand, and pressing it towards his shoulder.

Feng Beichen gave a hum, slowly opened his eyes, and said faintly, "Give me a wipe." As he said, he stood up, and a string of water drops rolled down his strong muscles. .

Such a scene, really can't blame Zhong Zhen for being a little too lusty, she really can't resist such temptation.

She felt the blood all over her body was burning up, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. In order to cover up the embarrassment, she turned around and pulled the towel over, lowered her head, half-closed her eyes, and tried to control her heart. Wipe his body.

He wiped his upper body, put a bath towel on his body, helped him out of the bathtub, and then took a towel to wipe the water droplets on his body.

Why is a man so handsome? Xin's tall and straight posture, strong muscles, and bronze complexion, didn't this force women to pounce on him?

For colorists, whether it is a man or a woman, who can suppress such small excitement?

"It's okay." Zhong Zhen quickly wiped off the drops of water on his body, and then turned to the bathtub. She wanted to relieve her nervousness by cleaning up.

Can't let him look directly at her nervous face like this? She really couldn't do it, it felt like she had done something extremely wrong.

Feng Beichen said, and walked straight out. He felt really tired. He wanted to put the whole person on the comfortable big bed and have an intimate contact with the bed surface. Don't think about anything else. I dare not think about it. At this time, An Ran should be calm in the hospital, right?

How much he hopes that she will not be so peaceful again, how much hope she can wake up, even if it is quarreling with him, quarreling with him, beating him, or scolding him.

But after all, Zhong Zhen was a little uneasy. For fear of unexpected accidents when she could not take care of her, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and he walked straight out and said to Feng Beichen, "President Feng, do you want a cup before bed What's milk?"

Feng Beichen glared at her, why is it so windy, when did he drink milk before going to bed? His sleep quality has always been excellent. Generally, he doesn't need anything to help sleep at all. Of course, he has had insomnia when he misses her deeply.

On such a night, he would rather be awake, and want to think about the years with her well, memories can always comfort people’s souls, and he wants to miss such moments a lot, there is another important thing The reason is that he is afraid that one day he will forget him!

"No." Feng Beichen said coldly, "You do your business and don't need to take extra care of me." He wants to stay quietly many times. Not disturbing is actually not just a matter of politeness, but also Kind of respect. Since he said the problem clearly and clearly, Zhong Zhen was naturally not good to say more, she had to hum, and then silently retreated back to the bathroom. Although it was a hotel, some sanitation should be done, otherwise tomorrow Wake up early in the morning, it is extremely uncomfortable to watch

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Zhong Zhen couldn't restrain the loneliness in his heart. The passionate feeling he had just retreated slowly, and people slowly calmed down. This is the most true self. Simply tidy up, and then she walked out quietly, and carefully read the notes she had organized, typed it out quickly on the phone, and edited it with WPS. Then she sent it to Feng Beichen’s phone. After waking up early tomorrow morning, you can watch it whenever you have time

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Of course she knew that if there was any problem, he would definitely tell him.

"I hope it can meet your requirements!" Zhong Zhen was very nervous. She could perceive that Feng Beichen tonight was very worried, but she didn't dare to ask, or it didn't make any sense for her to ask. Of course he would not open his heart to her.

She sighed softly, and walked to the bed, with a faint moonlight, staring at the very sleepy but a little disturbed person on the bed. She really wanted to walk into his dream to see where he was. What are you worried about?

Looking at his well-defined face, her hand could not help but drop gently, and she touched like a dragonfly, for fear of waking him up, if it disturbed him, it would be too troublesome, she can't open it like this Joke.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhong Zhen muttered in a low voice, touching his eyebrows lightly with the tip of his hand, trying to pull the frown away, life is short, why must he be obsessed with something?

This is destined to be a sleepless night. Zhong Zhen sat next to him, stared at him a lot, thinking about everything about him, feeling that there was really no way to ask for anything, and a deep sense of inferiority blew up in her heart.

She couldn't help reminding herself, "Just do all the work you can do, don't worry about anything else, let everything go!"

Suiyuan's sentence is really a very Buddhist sentence. When you can't do anything, or cannot control a certain situation, you will use this word to perfuse yourself or speak to enlighten yourself.

But if it's not like that, if it's not a little Buddha or Ah Q, how should we deal with life? There are too many things in life that humans can't control at all. If you don't learn to find a balance, how should you face such a long life?

It was late at night and there was still work to be done tomorrow. Zhong Zhen knew that she could not go on like this anymore, so she had to lie down and lean towards him, feeling the body temperature and breathing, closing her eyes, slowly I slowly emptied my brain and finally fell asleep.

Meimei slept, and the next day Feng Beichen was resurrected again full of blood. He stretched out his arms, rolled his eyes, opened his eyes, adjusted to the light in the room, and then looked around, Zhong Zhen curled up like a prawn. While the quilt was rolled up by him. Maybe she is really cold, right? So he got up gently, pulled the quilt over her.