Chapter 2003

There are three exquisite teacups on the table, two of them are neatly placed at a palm-width distance from the edge of the tea table, and the other teacup is about to be placed in the middle of the tea table, and there is still a small half of the teacup inside. cup of tea.

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

Mrs. Feng has always been particular about it, and she deliberately chose the best tea house in Yuncheng, and the servants who followed her would definitely check the environment of the tea room in advance, so there would be no such mistakes or omissions.

When Feng Shaojin looked at Mo Lingwei, her eyes were evasive, and she was pretending to be calm.

She is not good at lying, nor is she good at disguising, so he can see through her mind at a glance.

She didn't take the initiative to ask why he was here, nor did she ask why the gunshots were happening outside. If he hadn't taken the initiative to ask, she wouldn't even have taken the initiative to speak to him.

No matter what, Feng Shaojin never thought that she would have a day to hide from him.

Seeing that she was still silent, he leaned forward a little, shortened the distance between them, held her arm with both hands, and asked in a low voice: "Ling Wei, answer me."

"What answer do you want?" Mo Lingwei's clear water eyes seemed to be able to wash people's souls and see through all the filth in the world: "Do you believe me as long as I tell you?"

"Yes." Feng Shaojin ground his back teeth: "As long as you tell me, I will believe it."

"I don't like the things in Osmanthus Building anymore." She tore off his hand on his arm, took a few steps back, and stood at the door of the bedroom: "I used to think that I would like this city , and now, I don’t like it anymore.”

Because of one person, falling in love with a city.

But when the fig leaf covering the truth was torn away, the beauty disappeared like an illusion, leaving only devastation.

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

Feng Shaojin: "..."

The reason Feng Shaojin encouraged to maintain was shattered by Mo Lingwei's words, he walked over, and closed the door forcefully with a "bang", "Did someone say something to you?

Tell me, who is that man? "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Before Mo Lingwei could open her mouth, Feng Shaojin slapped her up and down: "What did you hide on your body? What did that person give you?"

Mo Lingwei turned pale with fright, and tried her best to push him: "Feng Shaojin, what are you going to do, you..."

Her cloak had long been taken off and was draped over the back of the chair, and she was only wearing a plain white cheongsam.

While tugging, Feng Shaojin pulled off the buttons on her skirt, and the clothes were torn, revealing the water-pink belt hanging around her neck and her snow-white round shoulders...

Time and space seemed to stand still, Feng Shaojin's mind went blank, and his eyes surged with desire, rushing towards him like a raging wave, engulfing him whole.

Almost driven by instinct, he pressed her against the door quilt, and pressed his thin lips, which were as hot as fire, to her shoulders. His heartbeat was beating like a drum, and his blood was retrograde. His body seemed to be quenched by fire, and he was on a rampage. .

The trapped beast sealed in the flesh body woke up, roaring and roaring.

Reason gradually slipped away from Feng Shaojin's mind...

His body was like a wall, blocking all her escape routes.

Mo Lingwei couldn't push him away, nor could she struggle to get rid of him. Her screams echoed in the bedroom.

The servant carrying the soup had just gone upstairs when he heard Mo Lingwei's cry for help.

Mammy stood at the door frightened, hesitated for a long time, finally mustered up the courage, and patted on the door of the bedroom: "Master, is the Master in there? The old slave brought the soup..."

"Get out!" Feng Shaojin growled.