Chapter 2561: 2561
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This scene is printed into Feng Shaojin's eyes. The little wet and slippery red tip of tongue sweeps past her lips, but it seems that a feather brushes his heart tip. His heart itches uncontrollably, and his mouth is dry for a moment....
the picture of rolling clouds and rain in the dream floats in Feng Shaojin's mind again. The masseter muscles of his side face are taut, and his other hand is on his knee Tightly clenched into a fist, only to restrain the bottom of my heart, looking at her calmly.
Mo Lingwei bit the sweet scented osmanthus cake, her good-looking eyes turned into crescent moon, it seems that this little bit of food made her extremely satisfied.
Watching her eat can be so enjoyable.
At this time, Feng Shaojin has completely ignored the superfluous person Hu Suya beside the dining table, and only Mo Lingwei is in her heart.
She seems to prefer the food from the south. She chooses snacks from Yuncheng. She chews them carefully and swallows them slowly. When she holds the food with chopsticks, her neck stretches forward slightly. Her small chin becomes more delicate and elegant, as if she was born with it.
Feng Shaojin stares at her and her Adam's apple rolls.
Mo Lingwei put a small cup of sweet bean flower in front of Feng Shaojin: "this is delicious."
Feng Shaojin took the silver spoon, tasted it and nodded in agreement: "it's really good. If you like it, I'll send you two cups every day..."
Mo Lingwei: "no, I'm used to it."
Feng Shaojin didn't say a word. He dropped his eyes and silently handed Mo Lingwei to her to eat all the bean curd.
Life in the world, if you don't have to work hard to make a living, the greatest enjoyment is nothing more than eating, drinking and playing. It's the greatest blessing in this life to be able to share life and death with a person, live and die together, live and die together, have a common topic, have a natural tacit understanding, even if you are silent.
Feng Shaojin thought that the woman in front of him might help him fulfill this wish.
The fourth aunt has never been to Yuncheng in the south, and she prefers the taste of the north. Seeing that Mo Lingwei chooses Yuncheng's snacks with relish, she feels a little sour.
Even if the memory is gone, the past has long become a habit, engraved in the bones, in the casual words and deeds, engraved in the life of the little neglected food from Curie.
I don't know if the child who stayed in the young commander's mansion, like her mother, loves sweet bean curd.
The fourth aunt is too leery of the man who is staring at the table. She sighs in her heart. Most of the men are fickle and selfish.
If one day, everything in the past is accidentally poked out, I don't know if master Feng can accept Ling Wei who has had a baby.
Even if you can accept Ling Wei, you may not be able to accept her own child.
Miss Xiangyi is such a poor child!
Fortunately, the western countries are far away, and there are no acquaintances here. You can hide them as long as you can. Maybe master Feng will never know the past of Miss da.
After breakfast, Feng Shaojin put the record into the gramophone.
The melodious classical music slowly flows out like a clear spring. Feng Shaojin sits in a wheelchair and looks at Mo Lingwei in a plain cheongsam. Her voice is gentle and pleasant: "do you remember what I taught you last time?"
Mo Ling Wei thought and shook her head. "I don't seem to remember."
Her mind was not on it at all.
Feng Shaojin smile, the good-looking face is more and more handsome, he toward Mo Lingwei hand, good temper of the mouth: "it doesn't matter, I'll teach you."
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This scene is printed into Feng Shaojin's eyes. The little wet and slippery red tip of tongue sweeps past her lips, but it seems that a feather brushes his heart tip. His heart itches uncontrollably, and his mouth is dry for a moment....
the picture of rolling clouds and rain in the dream floats in Feng Shaojin's mind again. The masseter muscles of his side face are taut, and his other hand is on his knee Tightly clenched into a fist, only to restrain the bottom of my heart, looking at her calmly.
Mo Lingwei bit the sweet scented osmanthus cake, her good-looking eyes turned into crescent moon, it seems that this little bit of food made her extremely satisfied.
Watching her eat can be so enjoyable.
At this time, Feng Shaojin has completely ignored the superfluous person Hu Suya beside the dining table, and only Mo Lingwei is in her heart.
She seems to prefer the food from the south. She chooses snacks from Yuncheng. She chews them carefully and swallows them slowly. When she holds the food with chopsticks, her neck stretches forward slightly. Her small chin becomes more delicate and elegant, as if she was born with it.
Feng Shaojin stares at her and her Adam's apple rolls.
Mo Lingwei put a small cup of sweet bean flower in front of Feng Shaojin: "this is delicious."
Feng Shaojin took the silver spoon, tasted it and nodded in agreement: "it's really good. If you like it, I'll send you two cups every day..."
Mo Lingwei: "no, I'm used to it."
Feng Shaojin didn't say a word. He dropped his eyes and silently handed Mo Lingwei to her to eat all the bean curd.
Life in the world, if you don't have to work hard to make a living, the greatest enjoyment is nothing more than eating, drinking and playing. It's the greatest blessing in this life to be able to share life and death with a person, live and die together, live and die together, have a common topic, have a natural tacit understanding, even if you are silent.
Feng Shaojin thought that the woman in front of him might help him fulfill this wish.
The fourth aunt has never been to Yuncheng in the south, and she prefers the taste of the north. Seeing that Mo Lingwei chooses Yuncheng's snacks with relish, she feels a little sour.
Even if the memory is gone, the past has long become a habit, engraved in the bones, in the casual words and deeds, engraved in the life of the little neglected food from Curie.
I don't know if the child who stayed in the young commander's mansion, like her mother, loves sweet bean curd.
The fourth aunt is too leery of the man who is staring at the table. She sighs in her heart. Most of the men are fickle and selfish.
If one day, everything in the past is accidentally poked out, I don't know if master Feng can accept Ling Wei who has had a baby.
Even if you can accept Ling Wei, you may not be able to accept her own child.
Miss Xiangyi is such a poor child!
Fortunately, the western countries are far away, and there are no acquaintances here. You can hide them as long as you can. Maybe master Feng will never know the past of Miss da.
After breakfast, Feng Shaojin put the record into the gramophone.
The melodious classical music slowly flows out like a clear spring. Feng Shaojin sits in a wheelchair and looks at Mo Lingwei in a plain cheongsam. Her voice is gentle and pleasant: "do you remember what I taught you last time?"
Mo Ling Wei thought and shook her head. "I don't seem to remember."
Her mind was not on it at all.
Feng Shaojin smile, the good-looking face is more and more handsome, he toward Mo Lingwei hand, good temper of the mouth: "it doesn't matter, I'll teach you."
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This scene is printed into Feng Shaojin's eyes. The little wet and slippery red tip of tongue sweeps past her lips, but it seems that a feather brushes his heart tip. His heart itches uncontrollably, and his mouth is dry for a moment.... the picture of rolling clouds and rain in the dream floats in Feng Shaojin's mind again. The masseter muscles of his side face are taut, and his other hand is on his knee Tightly clenched into a fist, only to restrain the bottom of my heart, looking at her calmly. Mo Lingwei bit the sweet scented osmanthus cake, her good-looking eyes turned into crescent moon, it seems that this little bit of food made her extremely satisfied. Watching her eat can be so enjoyable. At this time, Feng Shaojin has completely ignored the superfluous person Hu Suya beside the dining table, and only Mo Lingwei is in her heart. She seems to prefer the food from the south. She chooses snacks from Yuncheng. She chews them carefully and swallows them slowly. When she holds the food with chopsticks, her neck stretches forward slightly. Her small chin becomes more delicate and elegant, as if she was born with it. Feng Shaojin stares at her and her Adam's apple rolls. Mo Lingwei put a small cup of sweet bean flower in front of Feng Shaojin: "this is delicious." Feng Shaojin took the silver spoon, tasted it and nodded in agreement: "it's really good. If you like it, I'll send you two cups every day..." Mo Lingwei: "no, I'm used to it." Feng Shaojin didn't say a word. He dropped his eyes and silently handed Mo Lingwei to her to eat all the bean curd. Life in the world, if you don't have to work hard to make a living, the greatest enjoyment is nothing more than eating, drinking and playing. It's the greatest blessing in this life to be able to share life and death with a person, live and die together, live and die together, have a common topic, have a natural tacit understanding, even if you are silent. Feng Shaojin thought that the woman in front of him might help him fulfill this wish. The fourth aunt has never been to Yuncheng in the south, and she prefers the taste of the north. Seeing that Mo Lingwei chooses Yuncheng's snacks with relish, she feels a little sour. Even if the memory is gone, the past has long become a habit, engraved in the bones, in the casual words and deeds, engraved in the life of the little neglected food from Curie. I don't know if the child who stayed in the young commander's mansion, like her mother, loves sweet bean curd. The fourth aunt is too leery of the man who is staring at the table. She sighs in her heart. Most of the men are fickle and selfish. If one day, everything in the past is accidentally poked out, I don't know if master Feng can accept Ling Wei who has had a baby. Even if you can accept Ling Wei, you may not be able to accept her own child. Miss Xiangyi is such a poor child! Fortunately, the western countries are far away, and there are no acquaintances here. You can hide them as long as you can. Maybe master Feng will never know the past of Miss da. After breakfast, Feng Shaojin put the record into the gramophone. The melodious classical music slowly flows out like a clear spring. Feng Shaojin sits in a wheelchair and looks at Mo Lingwei in a plain cheongsam. Her voice is gentle and pleasant: "do you remember what I taught you last time?" Mo Ling Wei thought and shook her head. "I don't seem to remember." Her mind was not on it at all. Feng Shaojin smile, the good-looking face is more and more handsome, he toward Mo Lingwei hand, good temper of the mouth: "it doesn't matter, I'll teach you." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
