chase game

The next morning, the sun shone warmly into the bedroom, Ye Fengwu lazily opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed the little groundhog beside him: "Good morning."

Cheng Xia sat up with her messy hair on her head, and the first thing she did was to stumble off her cousin's pajamas: "How's the wound?"

"It's okay." Ye Fengwu was a little amused.

"That's good." Cheng Xia stretched her waist vigorously, and lay back on the bed again, "Today, Mr. Augustine has a meeting all day long, and he probably won't be back until very late. Do you want to go to the garden to relax?"

"I don't want to." Ye Fengwu reached out and touched the gossip magazine on one side, intending to kill time, but within 10 minutes, he felt sleepy, so when Cheng Xia came out of the bathroom after washing, he had already fallen asleep again. Didn't even eat breakfast, and wasn't woken up until noon.

"Hey, wake up." Cheng Xia patted his face, "It's time to eat."

Ten minutes later, Ye Fengwu took the knife and fork from him, and leaned against the bedside to enjoy his lunch, his movements were extremely slow and slow.

"You must not be seen by sports brands with this look." Cheng Xia looked at him with her cheeks propped up, "Otherwise, the endorsement cooperation for the next year will definitely be cancelled."

"People who are recuperating need privileges." Ye Fengwu didn't wake up at all.

"Philip said the same thing, but it's just an excuse." Cheng Xia squeezed the walnut hard, obviously still dissatisfied with the hour-long hug and healing before, and the lingering chatter in his ears, it was a headache.

The bed was very warm, and the delicious food didn't seem to be able to dispel the drowsiness. After lunch, Ye Fengwu put the spoon back on the plate, and gave up the idea of ​​waking up again.

"Sleep still?" Cheng Xia was dumbfounded.

"Good afternoon." Ye Fengwu retreated into the bed and closed her eyes again, "Don't wake me up."

"At least go out and bask in the sun." Cheng Xia shook him.

But this suggestion didn't have any effect - until Augustine came back at night, Yefeng Wu was still deep in sleep, and she didn't even change her posture.

"Didn't have dinner?" Augustine frowned.

"Yes." Cheng Xia answered honestly, "Cousin has been lacking energy all day."

"The gunshot wound plus excessive blood loss is a normal situation." The private doctor explained beside him, "and the patient has a slight fever."

"Go out." Augustine put the gloves aside, "Let the kitchen prepare dinner and deliver it in half an hour."

Feeling a cool touch on her forehead, Ye Fengwu opened her eyes and hid herself with a smile: "It's very cold."

"You have a fever." Augustine took his hand. "How do you feel?"

Ye Fengwu shook her head: "Tired."

"I'm tired too." Augustine picked him up and rubbed his chin against him, "So wait a while and have dinner with me."

"Okay." Ye Fengwu coughed hoarsely, and changed into a comfortable position in his arms.

"You look like a sick little Simba now." Augustine pinched his side face.

"Then you are a healthy big MOKA." Ye Fengwu held his hand with her eyes still closed.

Augustine's smile suddenly froze, huh?

The big dog was soaring in the garden downstairs, with its paws off the ground, vigorous and lively.

When the dinner was delivered, Ye Fengwu was hooking Augustine's neck and kissing him lingeringly, without closing the bedroom door.

Cheng Xia had no choice but to back out, squatting in the corridor and waiting for the end, Simba flicked his tail and strolled downstairs, only Elizabeth was still coiled at the door, hissing and spitting letters to watch, slightly interested.

"It's time for you to have dinner." After a while, Augustine let go.

Ye Fengwu looked at him with his collar slightly open, looking sexy and alluring.

"I probably need to go next door again tonight." Augustine pressed his forehead against him, "You tempt me all the time."

Ye Fengwu reached out to hug him and laughed softly.

The weather is getting warmer day by day, and the wound is healing day by day.The word-of-mouth and box office data of the film are all within expectations. It is not considered a dark horse hit, but it is also considered a masterpiece of the year.The media have predicted that the director may be shortlisted for the film festival nomination and successfully enter the mainstream circle of young directors.As for Night Breeze Dance's performance, it also received praise from many professional film critics, and everything went smoothly in the follow-up.

The coffee on the table exuded a mellow aroma. Ye Fengwu sat cross-legged on the ground, biting a pen to read the document.

"I thought you were resting in the bedroom." Augustine stood at the door with a helpless tone.

"I thought you would come back at night." Ye Fengwu looked at him innocently.

"What are you doing again?" Augustine didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sat beside him and took the documents.

"My seventh cafe with Xia Xia." Ye Fengwu put down her pen, "It will open next month."

"Very powerful." Augustine flipped through the proposal.

"In your eyes, can it be classified as a child's game?" Ye Fengwu grabbed his shoulder.

"I respect all those who work hard." Augustine shook his head, "It's not a game, it's a cute little business."

"It doesn't sound much better." Ye Fengwu bumped into him with a smile.

"Do you need my help?" Augustine asked.

Ye Fengwu shook her head: "Everything is going well so far."

"If Xia Xia also owns half of the shares, then you can leave all these things to him." Augustine stood up holding him, "Now you should take a nap."

"Why did you come back early today?" Ye Fengwu asked him.

"Because the meeting was postponed." Augustine pushed open the bedroom door, "in order to cooperate with the police in dealing with the case of Bernal Jr. and Dick."

"Can I ask to hear the whole thing?" Ye Fengwu was placed on the sofa by him.

"Okay, but it's boring, and there's no need to know the details." Augustine handed over a glass of water. "At the beginning, Dick only wanted to deal with you and Little Bernal, and I was not included in the plan."

"If he's really the old Bernal's illegitimate son, it's understandable that he will hate the little Bernal." Ye Fengwu asked, "But what does all this have to do with me?"

"His mother is a call girl in the red-light district. Of course, Old Bernal will not admit his existence, but because of constant threats and harassment, he has promised to give him a large sum of money." Augustine said, "But because of your appearance, All of this has come to naught.”

"You mean, old Bernal committed suicide because of being investigated before he could fulfill his promise to him?" Ye Fengwu asked.

Augustine nodded: "And in the will handed over to the lawyer, there is not a single word related to him."

"What about the so-called jewelry?" Ye Fengwu asked again.

"It's [-]% fabricated. He just wanted to use all of this to stimulate little Bernal, torment him and take revenge on you at the same time, to satisfy his perverted psychological gap." Augustine said, "He originally wanted to kill him himself after half a year. Little Bernal, but later he accidentally learned about our relationship."

Ye Fengwu frowned slightly.

"Few people can refuse money." Augustine said, "So he changed his plan and tried every means to get close to me through you, and used it to make deals with several arms organizations in South America, but in the end he failed miserably."

"It sounds like a new movie can be made." Ye Fengwu rubbed her temples and leaned back on the sofa.

"All the bad things are over." Augustine pulled him up, "You only need to do one thing now, and that is to take good care of your body."

"Okay." Night Breeze Dance straddled his lap, "Go to take a nap."

Augustine dragged him by the back, walked towards the bed together, and said, "Honey, you seem to have gained a little weight."

Ye Fengwu immediately shook her head: "No."

Augustine: "..."

An hour later Philip put his head into his study, all smiles on his face.

"Disappear." Augustine closed the drawer.

"Sure enough, you are looking at the ring again." Philip pulled over the chair and sat down opposite him, "How about it, have you conceived the whole proposal ceremony?"

"You'd better be able to make useful suggestions." Augustine leaned forward slightly, with his hands on the table, condescending.

"During this month, I made at least a hundred suggestions." Philip said sincerely.

"Including rebuilding Cybertron?" Augustine asked.

"Sister-in-law likes Optimus Prime very much." Philip had a good reason.

Augustine stared at him without saying a word.

"...Well, this suggestion can be passed." Philip raised his hand in surrender, "or you can dress up as an avatar to match the blue ring." Oh!Perfect!

Then the next moment, he was kicked out of the study.

There is really no suspense.

Mrs. Kate also called, concerned about the progress of this relationship.

"Very good." Ye Fengwu lay down on the bed, "I've come out of the period of hesitation."

"So you plan to accept Mr. Augustine's marriage proposal?" asked Mrs. Kate.

"Of course." Ye Fengwu replied, "I love him."

Mrs. Kate was reluctant and sad: "I'm glad you made this choice."

"Yeah." Ye Fengwu buried her head in the pillow, her smile widening.

"It sounds like little Cookie can't wait for this wedding." After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Kate looked at her husband beside her.

Monsieur Leon had a dignified expression.

"You can cut down the cherry tree in the backyard to prepare a wedding gift." Mrs. Kate held her forehead weakly, "As for me, I need to lie in bed for three days." To make up for the heartache of my son being taken away.

Mr. Leon holds the chainsaw and resents the hateful capitalist very much.

"Wedding gift?" Augustine also learned about it from Cheng Xia.

"That's right, when my cousin was young, my uncle said that he would make a small table from the thick branches of the cherry tree and give it to him as a wedding present." My cousin replied, "The paint is drying now."

Augustine: "..."

Philip sat beside him, his eyes full of sympathy.

The paint is almost dry, but marriage has not yet been proposed.

It's disturbing to think about.