Chapter 892: The Ambiguous Breath

An Feng tilted his head, and met He Lianxiao's deep eyes.

An Feng coughed until her fair and gentle face flushed a little. She looked away calmly and said with a slightly unsteady breath, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"Grandma, you and grandpa had a good chat, and went out to play with Fengyao Shushu."

Without waiting for An Feng to say anything, the little princess ran away quickly.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward.

"Don't worry about children." An Feng walked towards the kitchen with the cup.

The man behind him also moved.

Seemingly walking forward casually, the steps were not too big or too small, but it gave An Feng a sense of pressure, and she subconsciously quickened her pace.

It wasn't until she leaned against the counter that she realized that she was indeed acting a little abnormally in front of him.

As if terrified of him.

In fact, when getting along with the opposite sex, the woman tends to fall below the bottom.

Although An Feng has never been in a serious relationship, and her marriage with Nan Weiye was obtained in a hurry, but she knows the bad nature of men. Some men just like to see women messing around in front of them as a way of proving their charisma.

An orange light was turned on in the kitchen. An Feng was petite, and He Lianxiao was tall. Standing together, there was a tinge of ambiguity.

An Feng's throat was still a little uncomfortable after being choked, she turned her head to look at the man's straight trousers without a trace of wrinkle, and raised her head to meet the man's lightly scrutinizing her eyes.

He Lianxiao has rich experience in life, is wise and profound, and An Feng's defensive look as if he was facing a big enemy just now, could not escape his eyes.

When ordinary women see him, they will try their best to post it up.

It is rare to avoid him like An Feng.

He Lianxiao thought of that time at the door of the hotel bathroom, she smiled gently at her ex-husband in front of him. The eyebrows are light and gentle, and when she smiles, there is no coquettish style, but a kind of pure cleanliness and gentleness.

People will unknowingly immerse and yearn for that kind of smile.

It was hard to imagine that such a smile would appear on a divorced woman.

But when her ex-husband was forced to leave by him, her attitude changed quite a bit. When they met again, she avoided him, even Xiao Tiantian could tell that she didn't like him. Women's minds can't be estimated by calculations in the market, He Lianxiao couldn't figure it out, so he could only think in another direction.

Play hard to get!

Seeing He Lianxiao staring at her, An Feng eased the discomfort in her throat and said, "Mr. He Lian, is there anything else?"

An Feng is wearing a light-colored cheongsam. A woman in her forties has a very well-maintained figure, with graceful lines. The light color makes her skin look fairer. There is a bright and blooming peony flower embroidered on the body. The elegant cheongsam matches On the quiet and gentle face, there is the tenderness of Jiangnan women, and the gestures of the hands and feet are filled with the restrained and reserved temptation of women in that era.

The cheongsam she was wearing was of a short design. Although she was not tall, she had a well-proportioned figure and her legs looked slender and long.

An Feng felt his scrutiny, she frowned slightly, and said, "Mr. Helian, I have something to do, excuse me."

He Lianxiao stood where he was, with no intention of moving away.

Seen from a distance, she seems to be trapped between her body and the counter by a tall man, and her posture is imaginative.

The wrinkles between An Feng's brows deepened, "Mr. Helian, please don't do this."

The corner of He Lianxiao's lips curled into a smile, and asked lightly, "What kind?"

An Feng could tell that he was standing here on purpose, she took a deep breath, and planned to avoid him and leave, but just took a step, when the man's slender fingers suddenly stretched out towards her face.

When the warm fingertips touched her skin, An Feng didn't react immediately, and was a little dazed in his mind.

Seeing her dumbfounded look, he lowered his eyes, leaned down slightly, and smiled in her ear, "Don't be angry, I'll just go."

...

During dinner, Nan Zhi said something to An Feng, but she didn't get a response, so she looked at An Feng.

An Feng lowered his head and ate his meal. There was no food in the bowl, as if he was distracted...

"Mom, why don't you eat vegetables?"

An Feng came back from being distracted, she looked at Nan Zhi, but accidentally caught a glimpse of He Lianxiao who was sitting opposite her, he curled his lower lip at her, smiling gentlemanly and elegantly.

An Feng, who never swears, scolded him in his heart.

"Mom is not too hungry, you can eat!" An Feng put down the bowl and left the restaurant.

Nan Zhi pursed her lips, feeling that her mother was acting weird!

...

After resting for several days, the private restaurant will resume business tomorrow.

Regular customers heard the news and called to book several tables in advance.

Nan Zhi and An Feng started to get busy again.

When you are busy, it is not easy to think too much.

After being busy until the evening, the two of them took a bath for the child again. After a day, they felt a little tired.

After the two children fell asleep, Nan Zhi also fell asleep.

An Feng couldn't fall asleep anyway.

In the middle of the night, she didn't eat much for dinner, and she went downstairs to cook supper.

Walking to the kitchen, An Feng was startled when he saw a black figure standing there.

Turning on the light quickly, seeing that the black figure was He Lianxiao, An Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Helian, what are you looking for?"

He Lianxiao coughed, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my throat, I want to pour a glass of boiling water."

Seeing that his face was flushed abnormally, An Feng frowned, "Are you having a fever?"

"Somewhat."

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"The medicine is on the private jet."

The illness came like a mountain, An Feng saw that he looked a little weak, she was always kind-hearted and decided not to care about his behavior during the day, she said, "Go back to your room and rest, I will bring you medicine and boiled water later."

"Trouble."

After He Lianxiao went upstairs, An Feng poured a glass of boiling water, and went to the small medicine box to take out the spare cold medicine at home. She walked to the door of the room where He Lianxiao lived.

Knocked on the door.

No one answered inside.

An Feng stood for a while, then knocked on the door again.

Still no answer.

Had he had a bad fever and fainted?

An Feng knocked three more times, and when she got no response, she raised her hand and turned the doorknob, "Mr. Helian?"

The door was unlocked, An Feng pushed the door and walked in.

There was no sign of He Lianxiao on the bed, An Feng put the medicine and boiling water on the bedside table, and was about to go out when the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

He Lianxiao, who simply took a shower, came out of the bathroom, his deep facial features became more three-dimensional, his short hair did not drip, but it was still wet, exuding an indescribably sexy atmosphere.

He was only wearing a pair of slacks, and he hadn't had time to put on clothes on his upper body, revealing a sense of leanness that didn't match his elegant and gentlemanly temperament, and his muscular and toughness that was usually restrained by his shirt.