Feng Shaojin left, and thoughtfully closed the bedroom door for her. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the man had already gone downstairs.

Mo Lingwei shrank in the corner, looking at the coquettish and charming cheongsam in front of her.

The pink peach petals are dotted with goose-yellow stamens, and the embroidery is exquisite and lifelike.

The cheongsam is very beautiful, with a novel style, and the waist is very tight. The fabric is neither traditional cotton nor satin, but luxurious silk.

I have to admit that Feng Shaojin's eyes are vicious, men understand women better than women often understand themselves.

She tried on this cheongsam secretly, and it was much more beautiful than the cheongsam embroidered with plum blossoms and begonias that she casually designed.

Mo Lingwei pondered for a while, and had to change.

After dawdling for a long time, Mo Lingwei dared not go out.

The servant came and knocked on the door: "Young madam, the young master asked you how long you have left to go downstairs. If you don't go down, he will go upstairs."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to open the door.

When the servant saw her, his dim old eyes gleamed: "Young madam looks really good in this outfit, she really looks like the person in the painting, no wonder the young master..."

Facing Shang Mo Lingwei's cold eyes, the servant quickly shut up.

The young lady and the young master seem to be losing their temper.

The servant quickly ran downstairs with winking eyes, ready to bring the prepared meals to the restaurant.

Mo Lingwei held on to the railing, stepped on the steps, and walked downstairs step by step.

Feng Shaojin was sitting on the rattan chair flipping through a book, when he heard the servant's noisy footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked upstairs.

When that slender figure came into view, Feng Shaojin crumpled the book in his hand with his five fingers casually resting on the armrest.

He only felt the blood in his body rushing and screaming, every nerve in his body was tense, his movements were uncontrollable, and he slowly stood up from the wicker chair.

The crumpled, unseemly book slipped from his lap and fell to the floor.

This cheongsam really fit her better than he imagined. The size was too small, and it fit her body perfectly. The waist was tucked tightly, protruding an astonishing curve.

Her waist became more and more soft and slender like water plants, her figure was exquisite and slender, her abdomen was extremely flat, and her bulge was full...

The buttons are tightly fastened, revealing a slender and white neck, with a fork on the side. When walking, the straight and slender snow color is looming.

Feng Shaojin's gaze moved up from her ankles little by little, paused for a moment in three places, and finally landed on her stunning face without makeup.

She has a small face, her cherry blossom-colored lips are still a little red and swollen, her eyes are watery, and the eye sockets are also red, her palm-sized face is pale and haggard, like a delicate flower that has been ravaged by wind and rain.

It really made him want to bully him hard.

Feng Shaojin clenched her fists, trying her best to restrain her impulse.

Mo Lingwei went downstairs and stood still far away from him. Her temple hair, combed in the morning, was a little messy, and a few strands fell down her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.

Seeing her bowing her head, looking like she didn't even dare to look at herself more, Feng Shaojin finally had a little bit of conscience, and aroused the last trace of pity buried in his heart.

He cursed himself in his heart, stepped forward quickly, took her hand, and led her into the restaurant: "Aren't you hungry? Go and eat, I brought you osmanthus wine."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

The meal was very sumptuous, the servant cooked four dishes and one soup, and also placed two plates of exquisite pastries.

Feng Shaojin poured her a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine: "Taste a cup."

Thinking of her drinking capacity, Mo Lingwei panicked inexplicably...