90, fall in love with a pretty girl

When she woke up, she looked at the cheap master standing upright in front of the bed. Tears slipped down quietly, and Han Jing sobbed: "Master--" I didn't know what to say next, but tears flowed more turbulently.

"Does it hurt?" Yang Feng asked in a low voice, with concern in his tone, but his face was gloomy.

Blinked hard and wiped away tears with the back of her hand. Han Jing pouted and asked, "Why? What's wrong with me again!"

When he wanted to stop talking, Yang Feng took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing anger or other emotions.

"Why don't you say it!" Han Jing frowned and supported her elbows to sit up, but she was overwhelmed by the strong pain.

He grabbed the front and hugged this stubborn girl, and Yang Feng said angrily, "Why don't you lie down honestly! You almost died. Do you know that you are so crazy? How dare you run to the high-level mysterious beast area!"

I understood that the master was worried about himself. Han Jing's heart was sweet and she wanted to laugh, but she just cracked her mouth: "They are in pain, and you still scold!"

I also wanted to scold this girl to impress her, but seeing that there was no trace of blood on her face and her spirit was depressed, Yang Feng was reluctant to scold her again and sighed, "Sleep for a while. I'll call you when the medicine porridge is ready."

When it comes to porridge, Han Jing squeaked her mouth and said, "You have to wait, starve to death."

Full of anger, he saw the cute appearance of the girl licking her tongue like a cat quietly dissipated, and replaced by a nameless evil fire that almost burned Yang Feng's reason. Do you know you're hungry now? He asked softly, his voice was a little strange, and his expression was even more strange.

"Well, my heart is close to the back." It is rare to honestly nod and admit that there is an unconscious coquettishness in Hanjing's tone. The reason why the injury is too serious adds a pitiful charm, which is completely different from publicity.

Some women are like empty valleys and orchids, some women are fresh and beautiful flowers with dew, some women are like thorny roses, fragrant and piercing and some women are like a picture scroll slowly unfolding, which makes people savor and have a lot of connotation.

Yang Feng doesn't know how to describe Han Jing. If he insists on describing her, he can only describe her with the sea, sometimes rough and sometimes calm.

Well, Han Jing is a registered disciple! Yang Feng blushed and scolded himself for being bored.

"Master, you are angry, and your face is red!" The shrewd Han Jing was confused at this time, thinking that she had made the master very angry and spit out her tongue.

The tip of the pink tongue flashed, and Yang Feng's heart stopped beating in disguisely, and he also pretended to reprimand: "Can you not be angry! You are too bold to cross the Valley of Thunder.

"Wow! Master, you have been in, and you still know the Wind and Thunder Valley!" When she was excited, she planned to sit up with her elbow. As a result, her pretty face changed and screamed, and then Han Jing lay in her master's arms.

Let the brothers who were controlled by the sister have been hugged since childhood. Han Jing compared it and felt that the smell of the master was a little similar to that of the third brother, but it was a little fragrant like the eldest brother, but the fragrance was a little different. Anyway, it smelled much better than the sweat of the second brother who could never wash clean.

yawned, and Han Jing tilted her face and leaned against Yang Feng's arms and closed her eyes.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Yang Feng just subconsciously catched Han Jing, afraid that she would hurt, but when her face leaned against her arms and fell asleep, he was reluctant to let go.

When the two well-trained maids came in, Yang Feng clearly looked at Han Jing's doting eyes, and they were all a little stunned. Soon, they suppressed their curiosity, one put a tray containing medicinal porridge on the table, and the other opened the window to let the smoke of the benzoin in the room dissipate, and extinguished the benzoin that was smoking in the incense burner.

Like a ghost, Yang Feng motioned the maid to give him medicine porridge, and then turned his head to signal the maids to go out.

No matter how professional the maids are, they can't help but be a little stunned.

After the maids quickly withdrew like cats, Yang Feng shouted softly, "Jing, wake up and eat porridge."

As soon as she heard the food, Han Jing suddenly woke up, but her eyelids were too heavy to open, and her hands were raised and scratched in the air.

"Okay, don't grab it. Feed you as a teacher. Come on, open your mouth." Yang Feng smiled and handed the bowl to the left hand around the girl, and fed it to her mouth with a spoonful of porridge in his right hand.

In the words of Han Jing's third brother, this girl is the most obedient when she eats, and she is more honest than when she sleeps. As soon as the spoon arrived, her eyelids were still not open, so she opened her mouth.

Outside the door, the two maids looked at each other in surprise. They know the temperament of their master. He is the master who comes to stretch out his hand and open his mouth. His parents have never drunk a mouthful of water he poured. If this spreads today, it will have to shock the whole Yang family.

The two maids decided to make a good talk to the cold girl who didn't know her temper. They were ordered to serve her with Yang Feng, but it was regarded as a task before, but now they feel that they will definitely get ahead by serving this cold girl, so they are full of energy.

Yang Feng and Han Jing didn't know the little calculations played by the two maids. One fed the other and the other ate very tacitly. The more tired Han Jing was when she was full, the more tired she became. Yang Feng's heartbeat became faster and her eyes became more and more fierce, especially when she squeaked her mouth and sounded, it was simply testing his self-control.

I have never felt that the self-control ability is so weak. Yang Feng is not sure whether this is a demon or not. He regrets that he should insist on closing the retreat, instead of thinking that he should arrange a loyal maid for the girl halfway. The first is to take care of the second is to protect the third is to monitor, so Baba brought two maids to come.

Originally, it was enough to send people here, but Yang Feng was really worried about what would happen if the girl didn't look around by herself. He felt that he would still feel at ease by running to see it in person. At this glance, he was so shocked that his soul almost flew away.

The tendons and veins in the body are messed up, and the organs are seriously damaged and broken. If Dantian hadn't had the ice soul sword, it would have been damaged. Han Jing could still come back alive. In Yang Feng's opinion, there is no other explanation except that she is God's illegitimate daughter.

Before Han Jing woke up, Yang Feng sent to interrogate Leng Wuya and other men also talked back and forth. Hearing about her experience of taking these students into the ice cultivation field, he couldn't wait to tie up the students and throw them into the lake to drown.

When Han Jing woke up, Yang Feng had prepared a lot of words to teach her a lesson, but the moment she opened her eyes, the ecstasy in his heart threw all the lessons to Java, and the world in front of her was bright and beautiful.

Love, this word comes to mind, and Yang Feng wants to ignore it. He was happy and worried to find that the buds of love had already broken the ground and thrived, to the extent that he could not ignore it, and he could not deceive himself.

Can you love it?

Can you spoil it?

For the former, Yang Feng is still hesitating, and the latter feels that he has become a habit.

The injury was too serious, and Han Jing finally fell asleep without eating the bowl of porridge. She crooked in Yang Feng's arms and slept uneasily. From time to time, she frowned and twisted the corners of her mouth.

staring at the sleepy man, obsessed with Xu, Yang Feng's eyes were soft and intoxicating.

Before, he would not believe that he would be attracted to a woman, and she was a woman who had not yet grown up. She could only be regarded as a naughty child.

At this time, the feeling of love like a still stream made him forget the whole world. He just wanted to guard her quietly, keep her grow up, and keep her blooming most beautiful amorous feelings.

After that, he didn't think about it. At this moment, he just looked at her quietly.

The sunlight from the window retreated little by little, and the sky outside the window was smeared with a desolate twilight.

In the distance, the dean's room of the Nanmo Branch of Fengyuan College is full of people. Since Mo Fatty, he is sweating profusely, and his face is as broken as his dead father.

The students who went to the training ground with Han Jing were standing against the wall like criminals. Even Leng Wuya and Lu Yang did not enjoy the privilege.

Lu Yang turned his help eyes to his grandfather from time to time, but responded to him with a sharp eye knife, which was described in words: you boy, just wait to be buried for Han Qing, if Han Qing dies!

Yes, Leng Wuya and others were all caught by the hospital waiting to listen to Yang Feng's fall, although they still don't know that Hanqing is a disciple of Lord Yang Feng.

Instructor Lin and his daughter could not stay out of the matter, but Lin Yin was anxious to get sick. Considering that the girl had worshipped Han Qing, in case Han Qing did not die, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to explain to Han Qing, so their father and daughter were locked up alone. Lin Yin had a bed lying down, and Instructor Lin was taking care of her.

"Let's talk about it, how to solve this problem?" Fatty Mo asked in a cold sweat, and his tone was a little anxious.

The bamboo deacon in Xuezhengtang laughed and said, "Cold salad, aren't you stupid, aren't you? Han Qing is not dead yet!"

Hearing the "death", the vice president, who was higher than Zhu's deacon, shouted in unison, and his scolding words were surprisingly consistent: dead old man, don't talk!

The bamboo deacon smiled more brightly: "Okay, the old ghost is not a crow's mouth. You continue to be nervous and curse the boy to die when Hanqing can't die. Let's see if Lord Yang Feng will know." It's just that the reason why he is too ugly is that his smile is strange.

When everyone heard it, yes, Hanqing is not dead yet. It's too early to discuss how to solve this matter. The dean is really confused and dizzy.

Vice President Lu, who rarely likes to sing against the dean, supported the dean with a clear attitude at this time: "Old bamboo ghost, you misunderstood the dean's meaning. Of course, Han Qing will be fine when Lord Yang Feng comes. Of course, the dean is not talking about this, but that Han Qing has not been given strong and effective care in our college, which is the responsibility of our hospital. How can I bear this responsibility!"

"Yes." Fatty Mo quickly echoed.

Ceng Wuya heard something and looked at each other in terrible.

Lord Yang Feng, is he the genius star of Xuanqi Temple? Hanqing's back is so big!