Chapter 919: The hero is too bad 42

Su Yan was carried into the car.
Feng Rong sat next to him, without looking aside.
No words all the way.
Twenty minutes later.
The car stopped.
The door opens.
The voice of the red night comes
"Master, Miss Su. It's here."
With that, Su Yan went on.
Looking at the villa in front of him.
Stunned.
Then he pursed his mouth.
Isn't this where she just left?
She walked for two or three hours, and finally was about to walk home.
The result was returned to the original place.
Feng Rong didn't look at Su Yan again, and walked in.
Hong Ye poses a pleased gesture to Su Yan
"Miss Su Yan, please."
Su Yan hesitated and walked in.
She didn't walk fast.
It looks the same as usual.
It's just that the taste of this calf spinning, I am afraid that only she herself knows.
As soon as I walked in, the aroma of the food came to my face.
Let her swallow subconsciously.
Turned his head and looked at the dining place.
There are all kinds of delicate dishes.
Freshly baked.
Feng Rong sat directly in front of the table.
Su Yan stood in the living room.
Blinked, then looked away.
It's really untenable.
Sitting down on the sofa.
She said slowly
"You are looking for me, is there anything else?"
The voice is very weak, and there is no emotion.
Su Yan lowered his head and looked at his fingers.
It may be that when he was holding the tree to rest, he didn't pay attention and accidentally scratched.
There is a hole in the hand.
A touch, tingling came.
Her hand rested on her leg again.
As if nothing happened.
Feng Rong said nothing.
He was just eating slowly.
Su Yan did not speak any more.
She just sat and waited.
The sky outside was completely dark.
The pointer went from seven o'clock to eight o'clock.
She counted carefully.
If you walk home at this time, I am afraid it will be more than 11 o'clock.
With her current physical strength, she can no longer cope with any emergencies.
The later the time, the greater the possibility of emergencies.
For example, robbery, or picture-colored.
So, she is leaving now.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pursed her lips.
She was almost home.
Stand up from the sofa.
"I gotta go."
Feng Rong raised his eyelids, and paused as he was holding vegetables under his hands.
He looked at her faintly.
The corners of the lips make a smile
"Go? Where can you go?"
Su Yan looked at him without speaking.
Feng Rong put down his chopsticks.
Walked from the table to Su Yan's.
Look at her up and down.
The smile on his face gradually disappeared, turning into a blank expression
"Su Yan, you are so good."
He stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm.
Where did Su Yan resist this little energy now?
He was pulled into his arms in a blink of an eye.
Instead, she was trapped between the sofa and him.
She lowered her head and shook her head against his shoulder.
Out channel
"If you want to talk to me about anything, you need to wait until tomorrow."
She gave a stern look, in a tone that she had never used before with Feng Rong.
Listening to her words, Feng Rong could obviously hear the alienation and politeness in her words.
He put his arms around her waist and tried hard.
Sneered.
Lower your head and attach it to her ear
"Who is the little stepmother's attitude toward me now for?"
Su Yan was stunned and looked up.
But before she spoke, she heard Feng Rong's words
"For that, you give him a gift, a man who writes a love letter?"