Chapter 230: :A Jiu, A Jiu

When Long Jiu entered the study again, he saw Feng Xiaoer’s asleep on his desk.
Long Jiuyi, is about to shoot on the empty table, but when she leans over, she can see her deep sleep, and at that moment, she can't go.
Long Jiu is close to a little, the sleeping gentleman is shallow, the long eyelashes are black and thick, the cheeks are white and flawless, and the sleep is very comfortable, like a baby.
Because of his face, Qi Liuhai went to the side to reveal the scar on the forehead. When Long Jiu saw the shocking scar, the bottom of his heart trembled.
He is a person who has been burned by fire. He wants to be born again. Long Jiu has a deep understanding. But he burned the back, can cover it, and Feng Xiaoer's is on the face, although cut a Qi Liu, can not completely cover, then naked, at first glance it is still very obvious.
Long Jiu did not think how ugly this phoenix scar was. In fact, Long Jiu felt that Qi Liu, who was cut by Feng Xiaoer, was very cute. The temperament adds a lot to the appearance.
But she doesn't seem to care so much about what others think of her.
The world has said that she is ugly, and she is not heartbroken, just as free and easy.
Feng Yuer, what kind of woman is she?
Long Jiu was so quietly watching the sleepy face of Feng Xiaoer.
In the silence, Feng Xiaoer suddenly uttered an uncomfortable whisper.
Her appearance looks very painful. Breathing is heavy.
Long Jiu will lean down and feel the hot temperature of Feng Xiaoer. Long Jiu is anxious and reaches for the face of Feng Xiaoer.
Hot and hot.
Long Jiu quickly grabbed Feng's wrist and began to pulse.
It is dyed with cold.
Like him, Feng Xiaoer is physically and chilly.
It must have been wet last night to sleep in the stables.
Longjiu put down the wrists of Fengqier, there is a contradiction in the twilight. The left atrium is violently trying to help Fengxier to cure the disease. The right atrium reminds him that Fengxier is just a waste that the man has given him. Her life and death have nothing to do with him. What's more, this coldness is still dead.
At most, I have a high fever and burned my brain.
"A Jiu... A Jiu..." In the whisper, Long Jiu clearly heard Feng Xiaoer calling the name.
The wonderful thing is that after hearing this name, there is a feeling of familiarity and strangeness in the heart of Long Jiu, which is very strong and profound. Can instantly mess up his whole heart.
Long Jiu has an impulse. I really want to know who is Ajiu in the mouth of Feng Xiaoer? Is it him? Why is he not impressed with her?
The door was pushed open and the purple cloud came in with the black chicken soup.
The noisy opening of the door awakened Feng Xiaoer.
Feng Xiaoer's conditional reflexes opened his eyes and squatted from the desk. He breathed a few breaths and felt his head burned. He refused to feel uncomfortable. Feng Xiaoer was frightened from the wooden chair. Up and down, the head of Vino explained: "I am very sorry, the little sleepy rests, and the small ones continue to wipe the bookcase..."
Feng Xiaoer was afraid that Long Jiuhui would be the first to get angry. He had to turn around quickly to continue to organize the bookcase.
Ziyun put the soup on the empty table and said softly to Longjiu: "Wang Ye, this time is Wuji Yam Soup, drink it quickly."
Long Jiu took up the medical book and lay on the soft collapse. "Let's put it, wait for it to drink again."
There is no intention to drink.
Ziyun nodded, looked at Feng Xiaoer and asked: "Yes, what is this doing?"
"Nothing is left to let her organize the bookcases." Long Jiu said that the clouds are light and light.
Nothing to do?
Feng Yuer really wants to put the medical book in the past and kill the dragon nine, which is not human.
"I am fine anyway, I will come to help." Ziyun said, he started to clean up.
It’s too dangerous for him to be alone with this woman.
"Okay, okay, there is nothing to do with the cloud side, you can come together to sort it out, you can also look at the medical books." Feng Xiaoer knows the bad thoughts of Ziyun, but she doesn't care what Ziyun thinks, as long as one more person comes to clean up, She can complete the task early.
She is starving to death.
Looking at the soup on the empty table, Feng Xiaoer swallowed a hard throat.
She hasn't eaten meat for a few days, and she feels that her mouth is itchy.
Long Jiu did not say anything, Ziyun stayed.
The atmosphere seems a bit awkward.
Feng Xiaoer only felt that his mind was getting dizzy, slammed his head, patted his face and continued to work.
Ziyun noticed the unusualness of Feng Xiao'er, and asked temptedly: "What happened to Missy? Is it okay?"
Feng Xiaoer felt that her will was unbearable, she could not faint in front of these two people, so too much.
Thinking about this, Feng Xiaoer turned to his face and said to Long Jiu: "Wang Ye, small wants to solve the problem, need to leave"
Long Jiuyi took a look at Feng Xiaoer and noticed that Feng Xiaoer’s something was wrong. A pair of blind people unconsciously showed a nervous look.
Dragon nodded.
Feng Xiaoer dropped the rag and pulled away. However, because of the great movement, the pain of the head needle-like, the body is shaking and almost unstable.
At that moment, the dragon nine had a rush of heart.
Feng Yuer gnawed his teeth and tried to stabilize his body. He lifted his legs and stepped out of the threshold, but at the door of the study room, all his strength and will were polished, and he slammed into the ground.
Long Jiu heard the harsh sound. Put down the medical book, stand up and open the thigh, go out, and have a quick pace. Obviously very nervous.
Ziyun looked at the back of the dragon nine, and his heart hurt. Looking at the soup on the empty table, my heart is not a taste.
Long Jiu can't take care of the two contradictory ideas, and pick up Feng Xiaoer to go to his room.
......
Long Jiu will take Feng Xiaoer back to the room and feed Feng Xiaoer with a fever-reducing pill. He ordered the people to cook the cold soup, and he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Feng Xiaoer.
Long Jiu has no idea what he is doing.
Why are you so nervous? That feeling is not controlled by him, and it breaks out.
Long Jiu knows that he really can't get up with Feng Xiaoer, and he doesn't want to be tortured by this contradictory feeling.
Don't dare to face it, then hide.
Punishing Feng Xiaoer, he is not at all uncomfortable.
I can't see this woman.
Long Jiu got up and walked away.
The person behind him whispered, or said Ah Jiu, kept calling the name.
The dragon nine is so easy to calm down, the moment is a mess, this woman...
Long Jiu turned and wanted to wake up the phoenix, and asked questions.
The people on the bed were whispering and crying, tears falling in the corners of their eyes.
The tears that you have fallen down make people feel distressed.
Feng Yuer has been whispering the name of Aji, and the tears in his eyes are not flowing.
Long Jiu’s heart was in pain. The brain is messy.
damn it.
The dragon nine is like a storm of madness. He walked to the bed in front of the bed in three or two steps, holding the head of Feng Xiaoer, and asked in angrily: "Who is your name?"
Feng Xiaoer mixed chaos, his head was heavy, and his eyelids could not be opened, but the tears were not controlled by DC. Feng Xiaoer just feels that this person who is shaking her is warm and gives her a familiar feeling.
Although it was very rough to shake her.
However, she did not feel malicious.
Stumbled, Feng Xiaoer half got up and closed his eyes and slammed into the arms of Long Jiu. The small head kept on the chest of Longjiu.