Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

The doctor was still whispering something in his ear, probably severely criticizing Feng Changmo as a husband, but he was careless and did not perform his duties as a husband. This kind of behavior could be appealed to the Human Rights Court.

I am not his husband, I have nothing to do with him.

Feng Changmo could not utter these two sentences.

"Try not to let him get injured again, and send him to the hospital in time if he is injured. Remember, even a small wound may cause irreparable consequences due to improper handling."

"You can think about the extirpation operation, and it's okay not to do it, but his body must be well maintained, and don't do work that consumes his mind and mind."

The doctor's instructions were still in his ears, and before he realized it, Feng Changmo's hand was already on Feng Qitong's face.

There used to be a little baby fat, but now it is only the size of a palm.

I have lost so much. Is it because my life is not good, or I still can't let go?

It is impossible to say that Feng Changmo's heart has not been shaken.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Feng Changmo asked sadly in his heart, "Why didn't you go back then?"

If the existence of Feng Jianli was Feng Qitong's means to keep him, then why did he bother to give birth to Nan Jing when he already got him?

Is it really just to create the so-called perfect body?

Or... Feng Changmo closed his eyes to stop himself from thinking.

"You know, my resignation letter was already written."

Feng Changmo murmured in Feng Qitong's ear without sadness or joy: "As long as you leave one day later, only one day later..."

Are we not going to end up like this?

Unfortunately, everything is missed, time will never go back to the beginning, and there is no "if."

He sat by the bed for a long, long time, staring at the deep sleeper with his deep eyes motionless, as if he wanted to imprint him in his soul.

A golden white light gradually appeared in the sky, and a new day had arrived.

When Feng Qitong woke up, he saw Feng Changmo sitting on the single sofa not far away, reading a book quietly.

The slender and white fingers pinched the corner of the page in vain, and turned the page silently, making a very slight rubbing sound.

From that angle, Feng Changmo was very quiet and gentle.

The long eyelid feathers cast a shadow on the fair skin.

Feng Qitong felt that time and space were disordered.

It was as if in countless afternoons many years ago, he was lying on the bed, lazily watching that meticulous man work.

Sensing Feng Qitong's gaze, Feng Changmo raised his head, and unexpectedly bumped into a pair of beautiful eyes.

His expression darkened, he put the book aside, and after looking at him for a few seconds, he got up and came to Feng Qitong's side.

"I gave you a blood transfusion."

Feng Qitong let out an "oh", propped herself up and sat up.

What was rare was that Feng Changmo stretched out a hand to help the limp man.

Without missing his frown, Feng Changmo asked calmly: "Do you still have a headache? Do you need to take medicine?"

Excessive blood loss, even if it is replenished, there will be some temporary sequelae.

Feng Qitong leaned against the head of the bed, blinked at him, tilted her head and said, "I feel uncomfortable without a massage, what time is it now?"

"05:30 p.m."

"I slept so long?"

"It's a coma."

Feng Changmo asked and answered with him.

After saying a few irrelevant words like this, the two fell silent at the same time.

They seem to have nothing to say.

Then, Feng Qitong laughed inexplicably, and said: "It's not like your style to be so soft-hearted."

Feng Changmo lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I will not tell Nan Jing what you have done."

Feng Qitong was stunned for a while, and then digested Feng Changmo's jumpy words.

He suppressed the smile on his face and said cautiously: "Are you sure? Are you kidding me?"

"I could swear."

Feng Changmo's thinking became clearer and clearer, as if he was chatting with an old friend, the embarrassment before was completely gone.

"After all, it was you who was pregnant in October and gave birth to the child after exhausting your efforts and breaking down your body. I don't think I have the right to deprive you of the relationship between him and him."

It turned out to be the case.

It was obviously something to be thankful for, but Feng Qitong only felt sad.

"You know it all?"

"understood."

A little distressed because of guilt?

Feng Qitong was thinking wildly, a cup of warm water was stuffed in his hand.

Feng Changmo said: "The decline of blood coagulation and basic elemental power is probably due to the birth of Nan Jing."

He didn't use questions, but affirmations.

"There is part of his reason, but more because of the inheritance of the Feng family."

Feng Qitong took a sip of water and moistened his dry throat.

"After all, the self-healing ability is beyond the limit of the human body, and it will gradually fade after a certain age. Moreover, I have taken Alien Beast Gene before, and it also has a certain impact on the body."

They chatted one after another, like two old friends who have reunited after a long absence, and their familiarity with each other has not weakened with the passage of time.

It was getting late, and the illusion of peace between the two was slowly torn down as the light dimmed.

From meeting, to getting acquainted, to getting to know each other, they rarely recall and narrate calmly.

It's like telling someone else's story.

When Feng Jianli was mentioned, both Feng Changmo and Feng Qitong were silent.

Then, Feng Changmo said: "I'm sorry and guilty, but Xiaoli has lived with me for 21 years. He has no feelings for you, and he can't even erase the psychological damage caused to him by your departure, so don't bother me. his life."

Feng Qitong's hand holding the cup turned pale.

These words gave him a bad feeling.

"As for Nan Jing, you like him, and he seems to like you very much. To him, I am just a stranger...so, I won't bother him either."

Feng Changmo stared at Feng Qitong for a long time, then raised his hand and took off a pendant around his neck.

A chain with a delicate and beautiful ring hanging from it.

Feng Qitong's pupils shrank suddenly.

"I won't hurt you again, and you don't have to worry, I will stab you in the back."

The necklace was placed on the bedside table, Feng Changmo's voice was clear and cold, and his tone was no longer harsh, but it was because of this that Feng Qitong's fear and anxiety gradually increased.

"In this life, I will never meet another Feng Qitong again."

Feng Changmo bent down and lightly touched the stunned man on the forehead.

"What you gave me, I will never get from someone else."

Feng Qitong's love is strong and earnest, expressing herself unabashedly, making the other party deeply addicted to it and unable to extricate herself.

Anyone who sees Feng Changmo now will not believe that this is a cold and inhuman imperial marshal.

"Feng'er, let's stop torturing each other. Let's stop here."

He shouted his unique title, speaking very slowly——

"I don't want my last feelings and memories for you to become knives to torture you and me in the end."

"We can't go on any longer."

"20 years ago, I was willing to leave everything behind and leave with you, but now, there are too many complicated obstacles between you and me, and I don't have the energy to solve them one by one."

There was a sour smell in the nostrils, Feng Qitong took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions that were about to become uncontrollable.

He knew that Feng Changmo's heart softened.

When he did it, he didn't resist, deliberately let himself pass out in the bathroom, and let Feng Changmo get the news that his health was terrible from the doctor.

He knew Feng Changmo's weakness so well, he tried everything to make Feng Changmo soft-hearted.

But he didn't expect that the result of softening his heart would be so cruel to him.

"Actually, living alone is not so unbearable, especially with children by my side."

Feng Changmo raised his hand and wiped away the silent eyeballs, but it seemed that he could never wipe them off.

"A lot of people are looking for you, whether it's the Alliance of Gods or the royal family, you shouldn't expose yourself."

"Don't worry about me..."

Feng Qitong hoarse voice, eyes full of despair.

Don't talk like that again, please, don't care about me so cruelly.

He couldn't feel Feng Changmo's love, nor could he feel his hatred.

The scariest thing is this - they really became passers-by, gradually disappearing in each other's lives.

"Since you don't want me anymore, stop caring about me hypocritically."

Feng Qitong's voice was hoarse, with a strong crying voice.

At this moment, he suddenly understood one thing - he thought that Feng Changmo would not really give up on him from the bottom of his heart after being bored for a long time, but in fact, he was very wrong!

This man who had always been soft-hearted towards him finally didn't want him anymore.

Hypocritical?

In fact, when he said these words, even Feng Changmo couldn't see his heart clearly - he really didn't want to see Feng Qitong get bruised all over his body because of being too paranoid.