Chapter 2002

Mo Lingwei finally reacted as he wished. She raised her head, looked into his eyes, and asked word by word: "Who are you going to arrest today?"

"Well, I don't know who sent it here. Unfortunately, Gu Wei fired a shot and failed to kill him..." Feng Shaojin's lips hurt, he spoke slowly, his tone was very soft, and his voice was low. It's like whispering between lovers: "I know you're frightened, but you have to eat, and it's inconvenient to go out if your body is worn down."

Mo Lingwei was startled, always feeling that there was something in his words, as if he had seen through her.

"I don't have an appetite." Mo Lingwei turned her face away, but her heart was like a war between heaven and man, she wanted to yell and smash the letter pressed under the quilt to his face, but she was afraid of revealing Duan Changyu's whereabouts.

Maybe Duan Changyu is the one Feng Shaojin wants to catch, otherwise, why would Mr. Duan meet her secretly.

"It's just right, I don't have any appetite." Feng Shaojin couldn't help saying that he hugged her waist, and his thin lips came close to her, and his warm breath sprayed on her face, which was slightly itchy and numb: "How should we go?" It's the same as usual, let's drink some rice wine and talk, I haven't sat down to chat with you for a long time."

Mo Lingwei panicked for no reason. She pushed him away, avoiding his piercing gaze, walked to the table barefoot, and stirred the bird's nest porridge with a spoon: "I suddenly feel a little hungry."

Feng Shaojin's dark eyes were full of dark tides, ups and downs, he sat opposite her, poured two cups of sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine, picked up the cups, and fed them to her lips: "Have a drink."

Mo Lingwei pushed his hand away: "No, I don't drink well."

"It doesn't matter if you're drunk, it's at home anyway." Feng Shaojin held the wine glass persistently, "I remember you like it very much..."

Mo Lingwei raised her eyes and stared at his bleeding lips, "That was in the past, I don't like it now."

"Don't you like it?" Feng Shaojin's forced smile froze on his face, "Do you not like the sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine I bought for you, or do you not like anything you liked before?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei ate the bird's nest porridge bit by bit, her eyes downcast without saying a word.

Silence is like a Gu insect devouring Feng Shaojin's heart.

His face finally sank little by little, like dark clouds gathering together, brewing a violent storm.

"Ling Wei." He pushed away the cup in front of him, stood up, walked around the long table, and sat beside her, suppressing the layer upon layer of anger in his heart, with a patient and gentle voice, bewitching: "Tell me I, don’t you like everything in the past?”

After getting along for so long, he knows Mo Lingwei better than Mo Lingwei herself.

If it was a normal day, the moment she saw him, she would definitely not pretend to be so calm.

Her cold temper does not mean that she is indifferent.

When he received the news that Duan Changyu was nearby, a bad premonition surged in his heart. When he left He Jingshu and rushed over, as expected, he met the guard of the Feng family who had just left the teahouse.

A guilty conscience rose in his heart for no reason, not because he was afraid that she would blame him, or that she would question him, but because he was afraid that she would ruin his body with anger.

He was thinking in his heart how to answer her question so as to minimize her harm.

He stepped up the stairs step by step, and the walk was particularly long, but he didn't expect that when he saw her, he realized that things were far worse than he had imagined.

She is a person who loves cleanliness and tidiness, but the tea table is full of spilled tea, making it a mess...