Daily Life of the Wealthy

Chapter 31

Their eyes met and the atmosphere froze.

Mu Yixi felt the temperature on Feng Weiming's forehead and said, "The fever has gone away." Then he calmly retracted his hand.

Feng Weiming's cold eyes followed his movements. He wanted to say something, but his voice overflowed with only breath, and a touch of bewilderment flashed across his face.

Mu Yixi said: "It's okay, you just have a dry throat."

Seeing the warm water on the bedside table, Mu Yixi sat on the bed and lifted Feng Weiming up.

Perhaps it was because of illness and weakness, Feng Weiming was embarrassed, and the bones all over his body were softened against Mu Yixi, and he sat up with Mu Yixi's hand strength unusually docilely, leaning against Mu Yixi's not so generous chest.

The body temperature and smell that belonged to Feng Weiming came over.

Mu Yixi, the old core in the tender shell, felt a trace of satisfaction, and there was a certainty that finally captured the corner of Feng Weiming.

He picked up the water cup to feed Feng Weiming to drink water, his movements were gentle and meticulous.

Feng Weiming also felt the temperament that belonged exclusively to Mu Yixi. As long as this person thinks, he can make people feel very comfortable. It's just that it is difficult to tell whether he is for real or for other purposes.

    If it was Feng Weiming before, and he would definitely push Mu Yixi away when he thought of this level, and coldly sweep his eyebrows. But at this moment, Feng Weiming had no strength.

After drinking water, my dry mouth and throat became more comfortable. Feng Weiming licked his lips unconsciously and asked, "...Where is he?"

Feng Weiming's face was pale, his petal-like lips were red after being moisturized, and the small mass appeared fragile and delicate.

Mu Yixi was so close that he could see clearly, and He shook his mind with his concentration, and couldn't help thinking: If he had been in this state, he would definitely be able to ask anything .

He knew that Feng Weiming was asking Mu Jiuqin. He was curious as to why the father and son fell out, and actually made Feng Weiming refused to Mu Jiuqing to the point where he didn't even want to be call his father or Mu Jiuqing's name.

But in the end it should be reconciled. When Mu Yixi entered Mu's house at the age of 12, he never heard that Mu Jiuqing and Feng Weiming had conflicts. The relationship between the father and son has always been harmonious, even the biological one, which is amazing. Mu Jiuqin had not married and had children until Mu Yixi was born again, and only had Weiming a son.

"The third uncle has returned to France. He is very worried about you, ask my mother to take good care of you." Mu Yixi tentatively said: "Mingming , the third uncle is so good to you, don't be angry with him, huh?"

"He is not at all For me." Feng Weiming's eyes flashed fiercely, and his voice was extremely cold: "He is a liar."

"Why?"

"He..." Feng Weiming almost blurted out, but he saw Mu Yixi's eyes. The curiosity inside immediately became angry: "You are also a liar! Get out!" Reached out and pushed him!

It's a pity that after the illness, my whole body was limp, and I didn't push it. I even leaned back due to the reaction force and almost knocked on the headboard of the bed.

Mu Yixi responded quickly and gave him a hand to prevent him from knocking out that pretty little head. But Mu Yixi was really confused, why Feng Weiming always said that when he changed his face, he changed his face?