Analgesia

Feeling that there was someone by his side, Xiao Feimo's originally unfocused gaze regained some clarity. He lifted his trembling hands and took out the handkerchief in his mouth, his voice weak but cold: "Who asked you to come here, get out immediately."

Feng Qingying didn't care about anything as he asked with wide eyes, "What's going on? Xiao Feimo, what's wrong with you? "

This time, Feng Qingying did not call him Wang Ye, but leaned forward to look at Xiao Feimo, a look of concern in his eyes.

"There's no need for you to meddle in other people's business. When you go out, other than having dinner, don't disturb This King if there's nothing else." Xiao Feimo spoke without holding back, he wholeheartedly wanted to kick Feng Qingying out.

Feng Qingying was also a little angry, "You are just a sickly person, you still have the strength to scold me?" She was crazy to care about his life.