"Zhuofan," Feng Zhan said suddenly, "Aren't you good at divination? Why do divinations?"

Qi Surong was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly in her heart. She really shot herself in the foot with a stone. How could she know any divination techniques?

Wait, although she can't, her master can! Qi Surong's eyes lit up, and she scolded herself for being stupid, but she forgot about the big Buddha, her master, and waited for so long. Thinking about it carefully, the master must have already calculated it, but he has not mentioned any points, which shows that Jin Yun's survival is very feasible. Otherwise, the master would not let her be busy with her work, spending money and effort, apparently thinking that what she did was not meaningless.

Thinking of this, Qi Surong suddenly became enlightened, and there was a bit of joy between her brows, such as the blooming of cold plums, which was instantly moving.

Feng Zhan watched in a daze, and the familiar throbbing hit his heart again. The young man in front of him, like Su Rong, has the qualities that attract him. From the first time he saw Su Rong when he was a child, he deeply engraved her in his heart, and he has been in love with her for many years, and it has never changed. He fell in love with Su Rong at first sight, and he also fell in love with the young man in front of him...

Feng Zhan's heart jumped, and he was a little flustered. Although the appearance and temperament of the two are similar, but the gender is completely different, how could he have feelings for them at the same time? What's even more tragic is that both of them are people he can't get, Su Rong is married as a wife, and Zhuo Fan is a man...

"How? Did you figure it out?" Feng Zhan asked in order to dispel his terrifying thoughts.

"Well, there are some eyebrows." Qi Surong looked at him, his face softened a little, "Thank you for reminding."

"What's there to be thankful for? After all, this matter started because of me. If I can find them, I at least have a chance to make up for it."

"I don't think they need you to make up for anything." Qi Surong said calmly, "as long as you don't harm them anymore."

"I'm very jealous of Gu Jinyun, and I'm not willing to choose him instead of me." Feng Zhan leaned on the kang and said lightly, "I remember that you calculated a marriage for me. ''Infatuation can't be left, I'll be alone in vain', these two sentences assert that I will stay alone for the rest of my life, and now it seems that it has come true."

"This statement is wrong." Qi Surong said, "Now that you have a beautiful wife, how can you live alone?"

"But you should know that this marriage is not what I want."

"A gentleman does what he does and what he does not do. Now that they are married, they should support each other, understand each other, and help each other. As a man, you cannot be without responsibility. If your wife is not at fault, you should respect her and love her, not Blame her everywhere and hate her. When you married her, maybe you were forced to help, but it was also a decision you made by yourself." Qi Surong said slowly, "When I helped you count your marriage, I also said, 'You can't ask for it. Well, it's better to take a small step back', Big Brother Feng, if you give up a hopeless relationship, you may be able to reap other surprises. Why don't you try it?"

Feng Zhan looked at "him" steadily, holding the wine glass and motionless.

Qi Surong was a little uncomfortable when he saw it. At this moment, firecrackers were blaring outside the house, and the dark night sky was illuminated, colorful and lively.

When the time passes, it is a new year.

When the sound of firecrackers faded away, Qi Surong said, "It's getting late, it's time for you to go back."

Feng Zhan said slowly, "Can I still come?"

"If I refuse, will you not come?" Qi Surong asked back.

Feng Zhan laughed and regained his former look, got up and said, "If that's the case, then leave."

He turned around and walked out. As soon as he reached the door, he felt dizzy. He quickly supported the door frame and barely fell.

Seeing this, Qi Surong took a few steps forward: "What's the matter?"

"It's alright." Feng Zhan calmed down and continued to walk out, but before he got out of the yard, he fell headfirst into the snow.

"Feng Zhan!" Qi Surong quickly walked over to check, but saw that he had fallen into a coma.

I had no choice but to drag the man back to the house and let him lie down on the kang. It's the middle of the night during the New Year's Eve, and can't find a doctor to visit.

She probed his forehead and breath with her hand, and there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Qi Surong frowned, thinking whether she should go to the family and report a letter and ask them to pick him up? But she really didn't want to have contact with the Feng family. They would definitely question her. It would be very troublesome to explain, and it would be easy to create extraneous problems.

Forget it, let him sleep here for one night and make plans tomorrow.

Qi Surong brought him a quilt and helped him fix it. Although there is resentment towards him, he cannot be allowed to have an accident in his own home.

After placing Feng Zhan, Qi Surong also went back to the room to rest.

In the middle of the night, everything was quiet, and Feng Zhan, who was in a drowsy state, suddenly opened his eyes, touched his forehead and sat up, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a quirky smile. Looking up and looking around for a moment, his eyes finally fell on the door of the room where Qi Surong was.

"It's really stupid. What I want, I give up again and again." Feng Zhan whispered disdainfully.

In the early morning of the next day, Qi Surong woke up from her sleep, tidyed up a little, and after making sure there was no flaw, she walked out of the room to check on Feng Zhan's condition, only to find that he had woken up and was sitting on the kang drinking.

"How are you?" Qi Surong asked, "Why did you suddenly pass out yesterday?"

Feng Zhan touched his chest and said, "It's probably a poison attack."

"Toxic?" Qi Surong was taken aback, "Are you poisoned?"

Feng Zhan shrugged: "Yes, thanks to Gu Jinyun."

Qi Surong heard Feng Zhan say before that Jin Yun also poisoned him.

"He poisoned you? What poison?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it happens every few days. I've been to many doctors, but I can't cure it."

"Could it be life-threatening?"

"Of course. According to what Jiao Jinyun said, I don't think there is much time left to live."

Qi Surong was silent, speechless for a moment.

Feng Zhan saw that 'he' looked like this, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said sternly, "I poisoned him before, but now it's even a life."