Chapter 1907: 1907
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Feng Yichen couldn't bear it. He didn't care about the 99992 snowflake silver. He roared: "what are you looking for? If you don't go to bed again, believe it or not? "
Feng Shaojin breathes heavily, presses the waist and abdomen of overflow bleeding, and is dragged to the edge of the bed by Feng Yichen and pressed on the bed.
He is about to struggle to sit up, Feng Yichen pulled the quilt cover on him.
The two letters hidden under the quilt by Mo Lingwei are exposed in front of them.
Feng Shaojin grabs the two letters, opens the envelope and shakes off the paper.
One is a beautiful little regular script. As soon as he glances over it, Feng Yichen recognizes that it is mo Lingwei's handwriting. On the other, the writing is vigorous, sharp and majestic. It looks like a man's handwriting.
Feng Yichen read the content of the letter at a glance, staring at Feng Shaojin's face changing, "brother, how can you cheat her like this?"
Feng Shaojin crumples the letter into a ball, only feeling that her blood is surging, and a mouthful of blood is gushing out from her throat...
...
after Feng Shaojin leaves, Mo Lingwei sits in front of the dresser for a long time.
She looked at herself in the Western mirror. Her face was full of tears, her temples were scattered, her clothes were untidy, her cape was closed, her throat was burning, like a madman.
The slender white neck is full of purple and red marks. The centipede climbs from the snow-white shoulder to the ear. It's shocking and can't see people.
Feng Shaojin's appearance of losing control is really terrible.
It is like a wolf who is hungry to the extreme. With the anger of swallowing everything, he has faded the former gentleness and gentleness, just like a new man.
Maybe she didn't really know him from the beginning.
She missed the man who carried her to the cave for shelter in the old mountain and the heavy rain.
I also miss the man who shrinks to one side, covers her with clothes and holds her all night but does not go beyond the thunder.
Also miss that secretly take her back to Cloud City, patience and careful care of her man drunk all night.
...
the past is like a sharp blade, cutting her memory into the bone marrow.
Her Feng Shaojin, the man she loves, has changed and will never come back.
Mo Lingwei holds her face in her hands and sobs bitterly.
The servant knocked on the door, saw Mo Lingwei crying, pushed the half closed door open, and said in a low voice: "young lady, the young master ordered me to clean up the guest room next door, and I will help you to have a rest in the guest room."
Mo Lingwei shrinks on the rattan chair and doesn't move.
The servant went to take her hand, "young lady, go."
Seeing that her fingers were cold, she turned out a cape with fur collar in the cupboard and wrapped it around her: "if you like to live in the master bedroom, wait for the old slave to clean it up before you come in."
Mo Lingwei stood up, stepped on the slippers handed by the servant, followed Mammy to the next room.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, about to untie her cape. She saw the red on the palm and the back of her hand.
The servant said quickly, "I put some hot water in. Let's take a bath. Just clean it."
Mo Lingwei went to her ear room and soaked in a wooden basin. She only felt that the smell of rust was transpiration by warm water. She breathed and inhaled it into her nose and lungs, and her stomach began to turn upside down.
She just felt terrible, lying on the edge of the basin to vomit.
Mammy quickly poured salt water to her mouth, carrying spit out of the acid water downstairs.
Mo Lingwei gets up from the basin, wipes the water off her body, puts on her clothes, staggers to the room and falls on the bed....
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Feng Yichen couldn't bear it. He didn't care about the 99992 snowflake silver. He roared: "what are you looking for? If you don't go to bed again, believe it or not? "
Feng Shaojin breathes heavily, presses the waist and abdomen of overflow bleeding, and is dragged to the edge of the bed by Feng Yichen and pressed on the bed.
He is about to struggle to sit up, Feng Yichen pulled the quilt cover on him.
The two letters hidden under the quilt by Mo Lingwei are exposed in front of them.
Feng Shaojin grabs the two letters, opens the envelope and shakes off the paper.
One is a beautiful little regular script. As soon as he glances over it, Feng Yichen recognizes that it is mo Lingwei's handwriting. On the other, the writing is vigorous, sharp and majestic. It looks like a man's handwriting.
Feng Yichen read the content of the letter at a glance, staring at Feng Shaojin's face changing, "brother, how can you cheat her like this?"
Feng Shaojin crumples the letter into a ball, only feeling that her blood is surging, and a mouthful of blood is gushing out from her throat...
...
after Feng Shaojin leaves, Mo Lingwei sits in front of the dresser for a long time.
She looked at herself in the Western mirror. Her face was full of tears, her temples were scattered, her clothes were untidy, her cape was closed, her throat was burning, like a madman.
The slender white neck is full of purple and red marks. The centipede climbs from the snow-white shoulder to the ear. It's shocking and can't see people.
Feng Shaojin's appearance of losing control is really terrible.
It is like a wolf who is hungry to the extreme. With the anger of swallowing everything, he has faded the former gentleness and gentleness, just like a new man.
Maybe she didn't really know him from the beginning.
She missed the man who carried her to the cave for shelter in the old mountain and the heavy rain.
I also miss the man who shrinks to one side, covers her with clothes and holds her all night but does not go beyond the thunder.
Also miss that secretly take her back to Cloud City, patience and careful care of her man drunk all night.
...
the past is like a sharp blade, cutting her memory into the bone marrow.
Her Feng Shaojin, the man she loves, has changed and will never come back.
Mo Lingwei holds her face in her hands and sobs bitterly.
The servant knocked on the door, saw Mo Lingwei crying, pushed the half closed door open, and said in a low voice: "young lady, the young master ordered me to clean up the guest room next door, and I will help you to have a rest in the guest room."
Mo Lingwei shrinks on the rattan chair and doesn't move.
The servant went to take her hand, "young lady, go."
Seeing that her fingers were cold, she turned out a cape with fur collar in the cupboard and wrapped it around her: "if you like to live in the master bedroom, wait for the old slave to clean it up before you come in."
Mo Lingwei stood up, stepped on the slippers handed by the servant, followed Mammy to the next room.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, about to untie her cape. She saw the red on the palm and the back of her hand.
The servant said quickly, "I put some hot water in. Let's take a bath. Just clean it."
Mo Lingwei went to her ear room and soaked in a wooden basin. She only felt that the smell of rust was transpiration by warm water. She breathed and inhaled it into her nose and lungs, and her stomach began to turn upside down.
She just felt terrible, lying on the edge of the basin to vomit.
Mammy quickly poured salt water to her mouth, carrying spit out of the acid water downstairs.
Mo Lingwei gets up from the basin, wipes the water off her body, puts on her clothes, staggers to the room and falls on the bed....
Mo Lingwei's life is full of happiness www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Feng Yichen couldn't bear it. He didn't care about the 99992 snowflake silver. He roared: "what are you looking for? If you don't go to bed again, believe it or not? " Feng Shaojin breathes heavily, presses the waist and abdomen of overflow bleeding, and is dragged to the edge of the bed by Feng Yichen and pressed on the bed. He is about to struggle to sit up, Feng Yichen pulled the quilt cover on him. The two letters hidden under the quilt by Mo Lingwei are exposed in front of them. Feng Shaojin grabs the two letters, opens the envelope and shakes off the paper. One is a beautiful little regular script. As soon as he glances over it, Feng Yichen recognizes that it is mo Lingwei's handwriting. On the other, the writing is vigorous, sharp and majestic. It looks like a man's handwriting. Feng Yichen read the content of the letter at a glance, staring at Feng Shaojin's face changing, "brother, how can you cheat her like this?" Feng Shaojin crumples the letter into a ball, only feeling that her blood is surging, and a mouthful of blood is gushing out from her throat... ... after Feng Shaojin leaves, Mo Lingwei sits in front of the dresser for a long time. She looked at herself in the Western mirror. Her face was full of tears, her temples were scattered, her clothes were untidy, her cape was closed, her throat was burning, like a madman. The slender white neck is full of purple and red marks. The centipede climbs from the snow-white shoulder to the ear. It's shocking and can't see people. Feng Shaojin's appearance of losing control is really terrible. It is like a wolf who is hungry to the extreme. With the anger of swallowing everything, he has faded the former gentleness and gentleness, just like a new man. Maybe she didn't really know him from the beginning. She missed the man who carried her to the cave for shelter in the old mountain and the heavy rain. I also miss the man who shrinks to one side, covers her with clothes and holds her all night but does not go beyond the thunder. Also miss that secretly take her back to Cloud City, patience and careful care of her man drunk all night. ... the past is like a sharp blade, cutting her memory into the bone marrow. Her Feng Shaojin, the man she loves, has changed and will never come back. Mo Lingwei holds her face in her hands and sobs bitterly. The servant knocked on the door, saw Mo Lingwei crying, pushed the half closed door open, and said in a low voice: "young lady, the young master ordered me to clean up the guest room next door, and I will help you to have a rest in the guest room." Mo Lingwei shrinks on the rattan chair and doesn't move. The servant went to take her hand, "young lady, go." Seeing that her fingers were cold, she turned out a cape with fur collar in the cupboard and wrapped it around her: "if you like to live in the master bedroom, wait for the old slave to clean it up before you come in." Mo Lingwei stood up, stepped on the slippers handed by the servant, followed Mammy to the next room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, about to untie her cape. She saw the red on the palm and the back of her hand. The servant said quickly, "I put some hot water in. Let's take a bath. Just clean it." Mo Lingwei went to her ear room and soaked in a wooden basin. She only felt that the smell of rust was transpiration by warm water. She breathed and inhaled it into her nose and lungs, and her stomach began to turn upside down. She just felt terrible, lying on the edge of the basin to vomit. Mammy quickly poured salt water to her mouth, carrying spit out of the acid water downstairs. Mo Lingwei gets up from the basin, wipes the water off her body, puts on her clothes, staggers to the room and falls on the bed.... Mo Lingwei's life is full of happiness www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
