Chapter 1902: 1902
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Mo Lingwei finally had a little reaction as he wanted. She raised her head, looked into his eyes and asked, "who are you going to catch today?"
"Well, I don't know who sent it. Unfortunately, Gu Wei fired a shot and failed to kill him..." Feng Shaojin's lips and tongue hurt. She spoke very slowly and softly. Her voice was as low as a feeling. She whispered: "I know you're scared, but you have to eat. It's not convenient for you to go out."
Mo Ling Wei is stunned. She always feels that his words mean something, and seems to see through her.
"I have no appetite." Mo Lingwei turns away her face, but her heart is like a battle between heaven and man. She wants to shout that the letter under the quilt will hit him in the face. She is afraid that Duan Changyu's whereabouts will be exposed.
Maybe Duan Changyu is the one Feng Shaojin wants to catch. Otherwise, why should Duan meet her secretly.
"Just right, I don't have an appetite either." Feng Shaojin can not help but hold her waist, thin lips close to her close distance, warm breathing spray on her face, slightly itchy crisp: "we as usual, drink some rice wine to talk, for a long time did not sit down to chat with you."
Mo Lingwei's heart is flustered for no reason. She pushes him away and avoids his sharp eyes. She goes to the table barefoot and stirs the bird's nest porridge with a spoon: "I suddenly feel a little hungry."
In Feng Shaojin's dark eyes, the tide surged, floating and sinking. He sat opposite her, poured two glasses of sweet scented osmanthus rice wine, picked up the cup and fed it to her lips: "have a drink."
Mo Lingwei pushed away his hand: "no, I don't drink well."
"It doesn't matter if you're drunk. It's at home anyway." Feng Shaojin persistently holds the wine glass, "I remember you like it very much..."
Mo Lingwei raises her eyes and stares at his lips that have stopped bleeding. "That was before, and I don't like it now."
"Don't you like it?" Feng Shaojin's smile solidified on her face, "don't you like the sweet scented osmanthus rice wine I bought for you, or did you not like the things I used to like?"
Mo Lingwei:....
Mo Lingwei ate bird's nest porridge one by one, and her eyes fell silent.
Silence is like a poisonous insect devouring Feng Shaojin's heart.
His face finally a little bit of sink down, such as the accumulation of dark clouds, brewing a storm.
"Ling Wei." He pushed away the cup in front of him, stood up, went around the long table and sat down beside her. He repressed her anger. His voice was patient and gentle. He was bewitched. "Tell me, don't you like everything in the past?"
Getting along for so long, he knows Mo Lingwei better than Mo Lingwei himself.
If it is on weekdays, at the moment of seeing him, it will not be so calm.
Her coldness doesn't mean indifference.
When he received the news that Duan Changyu was nearby, he had a bad premonition in his heart. When he left he Jingshu and rushed over, he met the guard who had just left the teahouse.
He felt guilty for no reason. He was not afraid that she would blame him or question him, but that she would be angry.
He thought in his heart about how to answer her question to minimize her harm.
He stepped up the stairs step by step, the road is particularly long, but did not expect to see her, only to know that things are far worse than he imagined.
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Mo Lingwei finally had a little reaction as he wanted. She raised her head, looked into his eyes and asked, "who are you going to catch today?"
"Well, I don't know who sent it. Unfortunately, Gu Wei fired a shot and failed to kill him..." Feng Shaojin's lips and tongue hurt. She spoke very slowly and softly. Her voice was as low as a feeling. She whispered: "I know you're scared, but you have to eat. It's not convenient for you to go out."
Mo Ling Wei is stunned. She always feels that his words mean something, and seems to see through her.
"I have no appetite." Mo Lingwei turns away her face, but her heart is like a battle between heaven and man. She wants to shout that the letter under the quilt will hit him in the face. She is afraid that Duan Changyu's whereabouts will be exposed.
Maybe Duan Changyu is the one Feng Shaojin wants to catch. Otherwise, why should Duan meet her secretly.
"Just right, I don't have an appetite either." Feng Shaojin can not help but hold her waist, thin lips close to her close distance, warm breathing spray on her face, slightly itchy crisp: "we as usual, drink some rice wine to talk, for a long time did not sit down to chat with you."
Mo Lingwei's heart is flustered for no reason. She pushes him away and avoids his sharp eyes. She goes to the table barefoot and stirs the bird's nest porridge with a spoon: "I suddenly feel a little hungry."
In Feng Shaojin's dark eyes, the tide surged, floating and sinking. He sat opposite her, poured two glasses of sweet scented osmanthus rice wine, picked up the cup and fed it to her lips: "have a drink."
Mo Lingwei pushed away his hand: "no, I don't drink well."
"It doesn't matter if you're drunk. It's at home anyway." Feng Shaojin persistently holds the wine glass, "I remember you like it very much..."
Mo Lingwei raises her eyes and stares at his lips that have stopped bleeding. "That was before, and I don't like it now."
"Don't you like it?" Feng Shaojin's smile solidified on her face, "don't you like the sweet scented osmanthus rice wine I bought for you, or did you not like the things I used to like?"
Mo Lingwei:....
Mo Lingwei ate bird's nest porridge one by one, and her eyes fell silent.
Silence is like a poisonous insect devouring Feng Shaojin's heart.
His face finally a little bit of sink down, such as the accumulation of dark clouds, brewing a storm.
"Ling Wei." He pushed away the cup in front of him, stood up, went around the long table and sat down beside her. He repressed her anger. His voice was patient and gentle. He was bewitched. "Tell me, don't you like everything in the past?"
Getting along for so long, he knows Mo Lingwei better than Mo Lingwei himself.
If it is on weekdays, at the moment of seeing him, it will not be so calm.
Her coldness doesn't mean indifference.
When he received the news that Duan Changyu was nearby, he had a bad premonition in his heart. When he left he Jingshu and rushed over, he met the guard who had just left the teahouse.
He felt guilty for no reason. He was not afraid that she would blame him or question him, but that she would be angry.
He thought in his heart about how to answer her question to minimize her harm.
He stepped up the stairs step by step, the road is particularly long, but did not expect to see her, only to know that things are far worse than he imagined.
She is a very clean and tidy person, but the tea table is full of tea, which is a mess www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Mo Lingwei finally had a little reaction as he wanted. She raised her head, looked into his eyes and asked, "who are you going to catch today?" "Well, I don't know who sent it. Unfortunately, Gu Wei fired a shot and failed to kill him..." Feng Shaojin's lips and tongue hurt. She spoke very slowly and softly. Her voice was as low as a feeling. She whispered: "I know you're scared, but you have to eat. It's not convenient for you to go out." Mo Ling Wei is stunned. She always feels that his words mean something, and seems to see through her. "I have no appetite." Mo Lingwei turns away her face, but her heart is like a battle between heaven and man. She wants to shout that the letter under the quilt will hit him in the face. She is afraid that Duan Changyu's whereabouts will be exposed. Maybe Duan Changyu is the one Feng Shaojin wants to catch. Otherwise, why should Duan meet her secretly. "Just right, I don't have an appetite either." Feng Shaojin can not help but hold her waist, thin lips close to her close distance, warm breathing spray on her face, slightly itchy crisp: "we as usual, drink some rice wine to talk, for a long time did not sit down to chat with you." Mo Lingwei's heart is flustered for no reason. She pushes him away and avoids his sharp eyes. She goes to the table barefoot and stirs the bird's nest porridge with a spoon: "I suddenly feel a little hungry." In Feng Shaojin's dark eyes, the tide surged, floating and sinking. He sat opposite her, poured two glasses of sweet scented osmanthus rice wine, picked up the cup and fed it to her lips: "have a drink." Mo Lingwei pushed away his hand: "no, I don't drink well." "It doesn't matter if you're drunk. It's at home anyway." Feng Shaojin persistently holds the wine glass, "I remember you like it very much..." Mo Lingwei raises her eyes and stares at his lips that have stopped bleeding. "That was before, and I don't like it now." "Don't you like it?" Feng Shaojin's smile solidified on her face, "don't you like the sweet scented osmanthus rice wine I bought for you, or did you not like the things I used to like?" Mo Lingwei:.... Mo Lingwei ate bird's nest porridge one by one, and her eyes fell silent. Silence is like a poisonous insect devouring Feng Shaojin's heart. His face finally a little bit of sink down, such as the accumulation of dark clouds, brewing a storm. "Ling Wei." He pushed away the cup in front of him, stood up, went around the long table and sat down beside her. He repressed her anger. His voice was patient and gentle. He was bewitched. "Tell me, don't you like everything in the past?" Getting along for so long, he knows Mo Lingwei better than Mo Lingwei himself. If it is on weekdays, at the moment of seeing him, it will not be so calm. Her coldness doesn't mean indifference. When he received the news that Duan Changyu was nearby, he had a bad premonition in his heart. When he left he Jingshu and rushed over, he met the guard who had just left the teahouse. He felt guilty for no reason. He was not afraid that she would blame him or question him, but that she would be angry. He thought in his heart about how to answer her question to minimize her harm. He stepped up the stairs step by step, the road is particularly long, but did not expect to see her, only to know that things are far worse than he imagined. She is a very clean and tidy person, but the tea table is full of tea, which is a mess www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
