Loving You As Scheduled

Perhaps, he just wanted to be responsible for this child when he married her, not because he fell in love with her to marry her.

In fact, she is content too, even if he doesn't love himself, but at least he is no longer cold.

The door was opened, and Qin Feimo had just taken a bath, and his hair was still wet.

Seeing him like this, a flash of redness flashed across Feng Jinglei's white cheeks, and her eyes dropped, "Well, grandma is looking for you."

"I'll make good use of the room. You can sleep here at night."

After speaking, he turned back to the room, took a blanket and pillow, and then went downstairs.

Looking at that figure, Feng Jinglei said swiftly, "Um, really don't need it, you don't need to sleep on the sofa."

He stopped, his dark eyes narrowed, and he turned his head to look at her with interest, "You mean, we sleep together?"

She was taken aback, knowing that he had misunderstood what she meant.

"I don't mean that, I mean, I just go to sleep on the sofa. If you sleep, the sofa is too small."

Obviously he didn't expect anything, but after hearing her answer, his heart felt a faint sense of loss for an instant.

After a few seconds, he calmed down and said, "It doesn't matter, the sofa at home is bigger than a hotel. You should rest earlier."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Feng Jinglei was so stunned, she didn't know if she wanted to accept the room he gave up, or just go down and tell him that she sleeps on the sofa. Uh, this seems too hypocritical?

At nine o'clock in the evening, when Qin Feimo came downstairs, he happened to meet Qin Guozhong and Zhuang Yanyan who were about to go upstairs, and Qin Bo and Axian's wife seemed to have retreated to rest.

Seeing her grandson holding a pillow and a blanket, Zhuang Yanyan was very annoyed, but thinking that he could not sleep on the sofa anyway, the fire in her heart disappeared.

Then he smiled, "Grandson, it's a bit cold to sleep on the sofa at night, remember to turn on the heating!"

Staring at the suddenly very enthusiastic grandma, Qin Feimo vaguely felt something was wrong, but couldn't tell, so he nodded gently, "Yeah."

"good night!"

Qin Guozhong remained silent, also admiring his wife's "prodigal" ability.

The leather sofa couldn't be soaked even if it was splashed with water. She thought of it and cut it directly to let the water seep in...

Thinking of this, Qin Guozhong had to admire his wife's cleverness.

The three of them passed by, and Qin Feimo took the blanket to the sofa. Because the light was dim, he lay directly on the sofa without discovering the hole in the sofa.

In the next second, he felt something wrong under his body, his movements stagnated, and his whole person froze there.

Then, he turned over and bounced from the sofa, touched his butt, and it turned out that it was all water...

what happened?

He frowned, and he didn't know where the water came from in the nice sofa?

As soon as he stood up and tried to see all this clearly, he caught a glimpse of the original high-end leather sofa being poked into several large holes, and the sponge inside oozes water as soon as it is squeezed.

On the stairs, Zhuang Yanyan still stopped there, wanting to see her grandson's reaction when she couldn't sleep on the sofa.

At this time, Qin Feimo seemed to know how the sofa was broken, and turned his head to shoot Zhuang Yanyan on the stairs.

Seeing his gaze, Zhuang Yanyan immediately turned her head, pretending to see nothing, and continued to walk upstairs.

Not two steps away, the grandson's deep, deep and dangerous voice came from behind him.

"grandmother."