The police guard and servant looked at him worriedly, and finally returned to their respective posts, hoping that the rain would not last too long, because their young master was still standing in the rain, under the tree.

Rong Baili looked at Feng Yuxi standing in the rain with satisfaction, turned back to the bedroom, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the black shadow under the tree from a high place. She suddenly closed her eyes and murmured: "A Sheng..."

The heavy rain fell all night and it was sunny at six in the morning. Feng Yuxi stood all night and was also wet all night. He was so cold that he was trembling with blood, his face was bloodless, and his lips were pale.

"Young Master! The rain has stopped. Go in and rest quickly!" The servant rushed over as soon as the rain stopped, holding the shaky Feng Yuxi, and helped him into the room. The kitchen was boiling ginger soup and hot.

"Young master, drink ginger soup first to warm up your body, then go upstairs and take a hot bath, and then ask the doctor to check it out. Don't get sick to get better."

Feng Yuxi had drunk ginger soup, his body warmed a lot, and his face had returned to a little blood. He saw Rong Zhuan's downstairs in his pajamas and walked straight to him.

He pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Who made you laugh, don't laugh!" Rong Baili was stimulated by the smile on the corner of his lips to a certain nerve, "What qualifications do you have to laugh?! A Sheng died in order to save you, you can still laugh now!"

"Cook breakfast for Miss Darling, I'll go upstairs first." Feng Yuxi knew that in her opinion, even his breathing was wrong. In this case, he could only retreat.

He walked around her upstairs, and after a while, the sound of porcelain shattering came from behind him. Feng Yuxi paused, and after a few seconds, he resolutely went upstairs.

He is also a human being, and his heart is also made of flesh. He was sad that A Sheng agreed to the death. She repeatedly hurt him without restraint. He was not only forgiving but also forgiving.

It’s not that he is not angry or sad, but that he actually feels uncomfortable when he sees her sadness. He knows that he is like a sinner who is atonement and is not qualified to have any dissatisfaction. He has no other way except to accept and to remain silent.

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Feng Yuxi was preparing for his graduation thesis. Because of Rong's darling, he had to use his sleeping time to write his thesis in the middle of the night.

Once, he fell asleep on the table while writing. When he woke up, the paper on the computer was gone and there was no archive. He was stunned for a moment and then understood what was going on.

He raised his hand and touched his face, cheered up, turned off the computer, and Feng Yuxi walked out of the study.

When he passed by Rong Bai's bedroom, he saw that the light was still lit inside and standing at the door of the bedroom. He hesitated for a long time. If he wanted her to rest early, he would wrap around his tongue, but he was worried that after the good night, she would feel bad because of him.

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After eating a few bites of breakfast, Rong Baile went upstairs in a depressing manner. As soon as she entered the bedroom, she saw Feng Yuxi cleaning. She leaned against the door and frowned, "I'm going to rest, you go out."

Feng Yuxi turned around, his eyes fell on her face, and he was silent for a few seconds before responding.

It was not until after he went out that Rong Zhuai came to the door, and as usual walked to the bed cabinet, opened the drawer and wanted to take out A Sheng's photo to see.
Chapter completed!