Chapter 1898: 1898
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Duan Changyu opened the window, quickly glanced at the situation downstairs, turned to the window, with both hands climbing the lattice, and asked, "Miss, you haven't told me where you live?"
"Wenjing garden in the suburb is very close to the church where the murder happened some time ago. I will often find the opportunity to go to the church." The footstep sound is more and more near, Mo Ling Wei is anxious unceasingly: "section childe, you quickly walk, again don't walk again too late."
"Miss, you wait patiently. I'll take you back to Jincheng." Duan Changyu stepped on the wall, jumped into the corridor of the shop next door, quickly got into the window and disappeared.
Mo Lingwei saw Duan Changyu left unharmed, and her heart finally fell to the ground. She closed the window and quickly returned to the tea table, holding the cup, drooping her eyes and drinking quietly.
The two letters in her arms were like hot iron, burning her heart.
Messy footsteps gradually become neat and uniform, the man's steady and powerful feet on the wooden stairs, step by step, as if stepping on Mo Lingwei's heart.
Once a man of great trust, now he is on guard.
What's the point of being together?
The dense heat steams Mo Lingwei's eyes, and the mist in her eyes falls into pieces, wetting her slender curly eyelashes.
...
"madam, the young master has arrived. What shall we do?" The servant stood in the osmanthus building not far away and asked Mrs. Feng who was looking out of the window.
"Go back." Mrs. Feng put down the curtain and gathered up her cloak.
"Is that it?"
"What else?" Mrs. Feng was not angry and said: "I said what I should say, what I should see, and I tried my best to let her see, who I should see, I also let her see.
Miss Mo is so arrogant. My wife doesn't believe it. She is willing to stay with Shaojin.
Mohist people have arrived in Yuncheng, so it must be impossible for Mohist miss to stay here.
In the troubled times, it's better to let Miss Mo make her own choice than to do more than one thing. Shaojin, who also saved money, put all her anger on me as a mother...
if it wasn't for the sake of the commander, I wouldn't bother to meddle in these things...
Mrs. Feng sighed, and her tone was full of regret: "Mo Lingwei, the child, the commander is very optimistic She said that she was born rich, neither flattered nor insulted, neither humble nor overbearing, and she was a good child, but it's a pity....
"the eldest lady of the he family is also good, and it's also a good marriage." The servant said: "although Miss Mo is good, she's just a little small-minded. She doesn't even care about the position of the young master's wife. When she enters the back yard, will she become a hostess?"
"You don't understand," she said
Said, leaving a puzzled face of servants, holding the railing downstairs.
...
Feng Shaojin stood beside Mo Lingwei and looked around. She sat down beside her and approached her with thin lips: "I heard that my wife asked you to come here for tea?"
"Well." Mo Lingwei avoided his sharp sight, raised her hand to open the window and looked at the restaurant in the distance: "by the way, have a look at the scenery in the distance."
Feng Shaojin: "with one look, Feng Shaojin sees he Jingshu, who is still sitting by the window of the restaurant.
"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin's big palm unconsciously stretched out and covered the back of Mo Lingwei's hand: "I just made it clear to miss he that the person in my heart is you. As long as you don't agree, I can't marry her.
It's all arranged by my wife. Don't get me wrong! "
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Duan Changyu opened the window, quickly glanced at the situation downstairs, turned to the window, with both hands climbing the lattice, and asked, "Miss, you haven't told me where you live?"
"Wenjing garden in the suburb is very close to the church where the murder happened some time ago. I will often find the opportunity to go to the church." The footstep sound is more and more near, Mo Ling Wei is anxious unceasingly: "section childe, you quickly walk, again don't walk again too late."
"Miss, you wait patiently. I'll take you back to Jincheng." Duan Changyu stepped on the wall, jumped into the corridor of the shop next door, quickly got into the window and disappeared.
Mo Lingwei saw Duan Changyu left unharmed, and her heart finally fell to the ground. She closed the window and quickly returned to the tea table, holding the cup, drooping her eyes and drinking quietly.
The two letters in her arms were like hot iron, burning her heart.
Messy footsteps gradually become neat and uniform, the man's steady and powerful feet on the wooden stairs, step by step, as if stepping on Mo Lingwei's heart.
Once a man of great trust, now he is on guard.
What's the point of being together?
The dense heat steams Mo Lingwei's eyes, and the mist in her eyes falls into pieces, wetting her slender curly eyelashes.
...
"madam, the young master has arrived. What shall we do?" The servant stood in the osmanthus building not far away and asked Mrs. Feng who was looking out of the window.
"Go back." Mrs. Feng put down the curtain and gathered up her cloak.
"Is that it?"
"What else?" Mrs. Feng was not angry and said: "I said what I should say, what I should see, and I tried my best to let her see, who I should see, I also let her see.
Miss Mo is so arrogant. My wife doesn't believe it. She is willing to stay with Shaojin.
Mohist people have arrived in Yuncheng, so it must be impossible for Mohist miss to stay here.
In the troubled times, it's better to let Miss Mo make her own choice than to do more than one thing. Shaojin, who also saved money, put all her anger on me as a mother...
if it wasn't for the sake of the commander, I wouldn't bother to meddle in these things...
Mrs. Feng sighed, and her tone was full of regret: "Mo Lingwei, the child, the commander is very optimistic She said that she was born rich, neither flattered nor insulted, neither humble nor overbearing, and she was a good child, but it's a pity....
"the eldest lady of the he family is also good, and it's also a good marriage." The servant said: "although Miss Mo is good, she's just a little small-minded. She doesn't even care about the position of the young master's wife. When she enters the back yard, will she become a hostess?"
"You don't understand," she said
Said, leaving a puzzled face of servants, holding the railing downstairs.
...
Feng Shaojin stood beside Mo Lingwei and looked around. She sat down beside her and approached her with thin lips: "I heard that my wife asked you to come here for tea?"
"Well." Mo Lingwei avoided his sharp sight, raised her hand to open the window and looked at the restaurant in the distance: "by the way, have a look at the scenery in the distance."
Feng Shaojin: "with one look, Feng Shaojin sees he Jingshu, who is still sitting by the window of the restaurant.
"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin's big palm unconsciously stretched out and covered the back of Mo Lingwei's hand: "I just made it clear to miss he that the person in my heart is you. As long as you don't agree, I can't marry her.
It's all arranged by my wife. Don't get me wrong! "
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Duan Changyu opened the window, quickly glanced at the situation downstairs, turned to the window, with both hands climbing the lattice, and asked, "Miss, you haven't told me where you live?" "Wenjing garden in the suburb is very close to the church where the murder happened some time ago. I will often find the opportunity to go to the church." The footstep sound is more and more near, Mo Ling Wei is anxious unceasingly: "section childe, you quickly walk, again don't walk again too late." "Miss, you wait patiently. I'll take you back to Jincheng." Duan Changyu stepped on the wall, jumped into the corridor of the shop next door, quickly got into the window and disappeared. Mo Lingwei saw Duan Changyu left unharmed, and her heart finally fell to the ground. She closed the window and quickly returned to the tea table, holding the cup, drooping her eyes and drinking quietly. The two letters in her arms were like hot iron, burning her heart. Messy footsteps gradually become neat and uniform, the man's steady and powerful feet on the wooden stairs, step by step, as if stepping on Mo Lingwei's heart. Once a man of great trust, now he is on guard. What's the point of being together? The dense heat steams Mo Lingwei's eyes, and the mist in her eyes falls into pieces, wetting her slender curly eyelashes. ... "madam, the young master has arrived. What shall we do?" The servant stood in the osmanthus building not far away and asked Mrs. Feng who was looking out of the window. "Go back." Mrs. Feng put down the curtain and gathered up her cloak. "Is that it?" "What else?" Mrs. Feng was not angry and said: "I said what I should say, what I should see, and I tried my best to let her see, who I should see, I also let her see. Miss Mo is so arrogant. My wife doesn't believe it. She is willing to stay with Shaojin. Mohist people have arrived in Yuncheng, so it must be impossible for Mohist miss to stay here. In the troubled times, it's better to let Miss Mo make her own choice than to do more than one thing. Shaojin, who also saved money, put all her anger on me as a mother... if it wasn't for the sake of the commander, I wouldn't bother to meddle in these things... Mrs. Feng sighed, and her tone was full of regret: "Mo Lingwei, the child, the commander is very optimistic She said that she was born rich, neither flattered nor insulted, neither humble nor overbearing, and she was a good child, but it's a pity.... "the eldest lady of the he family is also good, and it's also a good marriage." The servant said: "although Miss Mo is good, she's just a little small-minded. She doesn't even care about the position of the young master's wife. When she enters the back yard, will she become a hostess?" "You don't understand," she said Said, leaving a puzzled face of servants, holding the railing downstairs. ... Feng Shaojin stood beside Mo Lingwei and looked around. She sat down beside her and approached her with thin lips: "I heard that my wife asked you to come here for tea?" "Well." Mo Lingwei avoided his sharp sight, raised her hand to open the window and looked at the restaurant in the distance: "by the way, have a look at the scenery in the distance." Feng Shaojin: "with one look, Feng Shaojin sees he Jingshu, who is still sitting by the window of the restaurant. "Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin's big palm unconsciously stretched out and covered the back of Mo Lingwei's hand: "I just made it clear to miss he that the person in my heart is you. As long as you don't agree, I can't marry her. It's all arranged by my wife. Don't get me wrong! " www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
