Chapter 2024: 2024
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Feng Shaojin stares at the person who comes out from the dressing room. Her eyes seem to grow on Mo Lingwei.
It seems that she was born to wear Qipao.
Mo Lingwei's hair is like clouds, her skin is full of snow, her lips are red and teeth are white, her eyes are like autumn water, her neck is long and slim, and she is slim and exquisite....
Mo Lingwei closes up her hair bun: "another set, I won't change it. It's estimated that the effect is almost the same when I wear it on my body."
Feng Shaojin nodded: "well, it's all pretty."
He strode up to her, stroked her face and, in her frightened eyes, kissed her.
The yearning surged towards him like a tide, which was about to submerge him. That kind of Acacia and yearning turned into desire, and rushed out of the gate like a torrent.
It's out of control!
Mo Lingwei pushed him hard, "Feng Shaojin, you let me go."
Feng Shaojin doesn't seem to hear it. She simply presses her on the dressing table. The ornaments on it are scattered all over the ground, and the rouge and lipstick boxes are everywhere.
The Chinese flowering crabapple cheongsam she had just changed was torn open, just like a delicate flower withering in the rain. Mo Lingwei was so afraid that she trembled slightly, incoherent: "Feng Shaojin, Feng Shaojin, you can't do this, you can't do this to me..."
FENG Shaojin's breath was heavy and urgent, and her eyes were dark.
Until, Mo Lingwei bit his lip!
Feng Shaojin's reason finally returns in pain. He picks up Mo Lingwei and sees a perfume box behind her. He peels off her clothes and goes to check her back.
Mo Lingwei turns over and buries herself in the quilt. Her back is facing Feng Shaojin, and her hands are clenching the pillow. Her thin body is shivering, like a poor little suckling cat.
Feng Shaojin looks at the black and blue behind her. She is extremely annoyed at her recklessness and impulse just now...
Feng Shaojin looks for the ointment and smears it on her back. She doesn't know what to say.
It seems that no matter what you say, you are pale and powerless.
A good dress has become a rag.
Feng Shaojin pulled up the quilt to cover her, her voice was low and dumb, "Ling Wei..."
"go away!"
Feng Shaojin sat along the bed for a long time, and they seemed to fall into a silent deadlock.
Until the servant came up and knocked on the door: "young master, young lady, the food is ready, do you want to serve it?"
"No Feng Shaojin finished answering the servant, stood up and opened the door of the wardrobe. She saw that the cheongsam embroidered with peach blossom was hanging in the middle. She had already passed through it, and her mind moved.
He returned to the bedside and pulled her: "Ling Wei, I just couldn't control it for a moment... Let's go down to dinner."
Mo Lingwei didn't move.
Feng Shaojin know her temper, know to offend her, had to casually take a dress on the bedside: "I first downstairs, you don't hungry yourself."
Gu Wei heard the footsteps, looked up and saw Feng Shaojin's lips stained with blood, and went downstairs with a dejected face.
Gu Wei's face hesitated: what's the matter?
After going out for such a long time, I came back. Happily, I took the cheongsam to please the young lady. Not long after I came back, did I quarrel again?
No, it's not just a fight. It seems like a fight. The young master's clothes are all wrinkled.
Gu Wei asked: "young master, what's the matter with you? What about the young lady? "
Feng Shaojin glanced at him and went to the restaurant.
Gu Wei: ---
the servant arranged the meal. Feng Shaojin sat down at the table, ate casually and ordered some dishes without moving her chopsticks: "take them to the bedroom and give them to the young lady. Tell her I'm leaving, and you can take down the medical books she has read by the way."
Servant: ---
is the young lady going out of favor?
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Feng Shaojin stares at the person who comes out from the dressing room. Her eyes seem to grow on Mo Lingwei.
It seems that she was born to wear Qipao.
Mo Lingwei's hair is like clouds, her skin is full of snow, her lips are red and teeth are white, her eyes are like autumn water, her neck is long and slim, and she is slim and exquisite....
Mo Lingwei closes up her hair bun: "another set, I won't change it. It's estimated that the effect is almost the same when I wear it on my body."
Feng Shaojin nodded: "well, it's all pretty."
He strode up to her, stroked her face and, in her frightened eyes, kissed her.
The yearning surged towards him like a tide, which was about to submerge him. That kind of Acacia and yearning turned into desire, and rushed out of the gate like a torrent.
It's out of control!
Mo Lingwei pushed him hard, "Feng Shaojin, you let me go."
Feng Shaojin doesn't seem to hear it. She simply presses her on the dressing table. The ornaments on it are scattered all over the ground, and the rouge and lipstick boxes are everywhere.
The Chinese flowering crabapple cheongsam she had just changed was torn open, just like a delicate flower withering in the rain. Mo Lingwei was so afraid that she trembled slightly, incoherent: "Feng Shaojin, Feng Shaojin, you can't do this, you can't do this to me..."
FENG Shaojin's breath was heavy and urgent, and her eyes were dark.
Until, Mo Lingwei bit his lip!
Feng Shaojin's reason finally returns in pain. He picks up Mo Lingwei and sees a perfume box behind her. He peels off her clothes and goes to check her back.
Mo Lingwei turns over and buries herself in the quilt. Her back is facing Feng Shaojin, and her hands are clenching the pillow. Her thin body is shivering, like a poor little suckling cat.
Feng Shaojin looks at the black and blue behind her. She is extremely annoyed at her recklessness and impulse just now...
Feng Shaojin looks for the ointment and smears it on her back. She doesn't know what to say.
It seems that no matter what you say, you are pale and powerless.
A good dress has become a rag.
Feng Shaojin pulled up the quilt to cover her, her voice was low and dumb, "Ling Wei..."
"go away!"
Feng Shaojin sat along the bed for a long time, and they seemed to fall into a silent deadlock.
Until the servant came up and knocked on the door: "young master, young lady, the food is ready, do you want to serve it?"
"No Feng Shaojin finished answering the servant, stood up and opened the door of the wardrobe. She saw that the cheongsam embroidered with peach blossom was hanging in the middle. She had already passed through it, and her mind moved.
He returned to the bedside and pulled her: "Ling Wei, I just couldn't control it for a moment... Let's go down to dinner."
Mo Lingwei didn't move.
Feng Shaojin know her temper, know to offend her, had to casually take a dress on the bedside: "I first downstairs, you don't hungry yourself."
Gu Wei heard the footsteps, looked up and saw Feng Shaojin's lips stained with blood, and went downstairs with a dejected face.
Gu Wei's face hesitated: what's the matter?
After going out for such a long time, I came back. Happily, I took the cheongsam to please the young lady. Not long after I came back, did I quarrel again?
No, it's not just a fight. It seems like a fight. The young master's clothes are all wrinkled.
Gu Wei asked: "young master, what's the matter with you? What about the young lady? "
Feng Shaojin glanced at him and went to the restaurant.
Gu Wei: ---
the servant arranged the meal. Feng Shaojin sat down at the table, ate casually and ordered some dishes without moving her chopsticks: "take them to the bedroom and give them to the young lady. Tell her I'm leaving, and you can take down the medical books she has read by the way."
Servant: ---
is the young lady going out of favor?
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Feng Shaojin stares at the person who comes out from the dressing room. Her eyes seem to grow on Mo Lingwei. It seems that she was born to wear Qipao. Mo Lingwei's hair is like clouds, her skin is full of snow, her lips are red and teeth are white, her eyes are like autumn water, her neck is long and slim, and she is slim and exquisite.... Mo Lingwei closes up her hair bun: "another set, I won't change it. It's estimated that the effect is almost the same when I wear it on my body." Feng Shaojin nodded: "well, it's all pretty." He strode up to her, stroked her face and, in her frightened eyes, kissed her. The yearning surged towards him like a tide, which was about to submerge him. That kind of Acacia and yearning turned into desire, and rushed out of the gate like a torrent. It's out of control! Mo Lingwei pushed him hard, "Feng Shaojin, you let me go." Feng Shaojin doesn't seem to hear it. She simply presses her on the dressing table. The ornaments on it are scattered all over the ground, and the rouge and lipstick boxes are everywhere. The Chinese flowering crabapple cheongsam she had just changed was torn open, just like a delicate flower withering in the rain. Mo Lingwei was so afraid that she trembled slightly, incoherent: "Feng Shaojin, Feng Shaojin, you can't do this, you can't do this to me..." FENG Shaojin's breath was heavy and urgent, and her eyes were dark. Until, Mo Lingwei bit his lip! Feng Shaojin's reason finally returns in pain. He picks up Mo Lingwei and sees a perfume box behind her. He peels off her clothes and goes to check her back. Mo Lingwei turns over and buries herself in the quilt. Her back is facing Feng Shaojin, and her hands are clenching the pillow. Her thin body is shivering, like a poor little suckling cat. Feng Shaojin looks at the black and blue behind her. She is extremely annoyed at her recklessness and impulse just now... Feng Shaojin looks for the ointment and smears it on her back. She doesn't know what to say. It seems that no matter what you say, you are pale and powerless. A good dress has become a rag. Feng Shaojin pulled up the quilt to cover her, her voice was low and dumb, "Ling Wei..." "go away!" Feng Shaojin sat along the bed for a long time, and they seemed to fall into a silent deadlock. Until the servant came up and knocked on the door: "young master, young lady, the food is ready, do you want to serve it?" "No Feng Shaojin finished answering the servant, stood up and opened the door of the wardrobe. She saw that the cheongsam embroidered with peach blossom was hanging in the middle. She had already passed through it, and her mind moved. He returned to the bedside and pulled her: "Ling Wei, I just couldn't control it for a moment... Let's go down to dinner." Mo Lingwei didn't move. Feng Shaojin know her temper, know to offend her, had to casually take a dress on the bedside: "I first downstairs, you don't hungry yourself." Gu Wei heard the footsteps, looked up and saw Feng Shaojin's lips stained with blood, and went downstairs with a dejected face. Gu Wei's face hesitated: what's the matter? After going out for such a long time, I came back. Happily, I took the cheongsam to please the young lady. Not long after I came back, did I quarrel again? No, it's not just a fight. It seems like a fight. The young master's clothes are all wrinkled. Gu Wei asked: "young master, what's the matter with you? What about the young lady? " Feng Shaojin glanced at him and went to the restaurant. Gu Wei: --- the servant arranged the meal. Feng Shaojin sat down at the table, ate casually and ordered some dishes without moving her chopsticks: "take them to the bedroom and give them to the young lady. Tell her I'm leaving, and you can take down the medical books she has read by the way." Servant: --- is the young lady going out of favor? www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
