There are three delicate tea cups on the table. Two of them are placed a palm wide distance from the edge of the tea table. The other one is about to be placed in the middle of the tea table, and there is still half of the tea in it.

The window was obviously opened, and it was stained with water and yellow mud.

Mrs. Feng has always been particular about it. She specially selected the best teahouse in Yuncheng. The servants will check the environment of the teahouse in advance. There is no possibility of such mistakes.

When Feng Shaojin looks at Mo Lingwei, her eyes are evasive and calm.

She's not good at lying, and she's not good at camouflage. She can be seen through at a glance.

She did not take the initiative to ask why he was here, nor did she ask why the gunfire outside. If he had not taken the initiative to ask, she would not even take the initiative to talk to him.

Feng Shaojin never thought that she would hide him one day.

When he saw that she was still silent, he moved forward a little, drew the distance between them closer, held her arm in both hands, and asked: "Ling Wei, you answer me."

"What answer do you want?" Mo Lingwei's clear water eyes seem to wash people's soul and see through all the filth in the world: "as long as I say, you will believe it?"

"Yes." Feng Shaojin grinds the alveolar after grinding: "as long as you say, I believe it."

"I don't like the things in guihualou anymore." She pulled off his hand on his arm, stepped back a few steps, farther away from him, and stood at the door of the bedroom: "I thought I would like this city, and now I don't like it."

Because a person, fall in love with a city.

But when the veil covering the truth is pulled open, the beauty disappears like a mirage, leaving only the scars.

Mo Lingwei opened the bedroom door: "I'm a little tired, you go out."

Feng Shaojin:...

Feng Shaojin's reason, which he encouraged to maintain, was shattered by Mo Lingwei's words. He walked over and slammed the door, "did someone say something to you?

Tell me, who is that man? "

Mo Lingwei:...

without waiting for Mo Lingwei to speak, Feng Shaojin starts with her: "what are you hiding? What did that man give you? "

Mo Lingwei was shocked and tried her best to push him: "Feng Shaojin, what are you going to do, you...

her cape has long been taken off, and she just wears a plain white cheongsam on the back of the chair.

Between pulling, Feng Shaojin pulls off the buckle at her skirt, and her clothes are broken, revealing the water pink belt hanging on her neck and the snow-white round shoulders...

time and space seem to be static, and Feng Shaojin's mind is blank, and her eyes are like waves, which engulf him.

Almost following the instinctive drive, he pressed her on the door quilt and pressed her thin lips to her shoulder. Her heart beat like a drum, and her blood was retrograde. His body seemed to be boiling and rushing.

The trapped beast, which was sealed in the flesh, woke up and roared and roared.

Reason passes away a little bit from Feng Shaojin's mind...

his body is like a wall, blocking all her escape paths.

Mo Lingwei couldn't push him away, and she couldn't get rid of him. Her screams echoed in the bedroom.

The servant with the soup just went upstairs and heard Mo Lingwei's cry for help.

Mammy stood at the door, hesitated for a long time, finally summoned up courage, patted the door of the bedroom: "young master, is young master in it? The old slave brought the tonic soup...

"go away!" Feng Shaojin gave a low roar.

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