Feng Yichen looked at the things in his hand, couldn't help but unfold the letter paper, stared at the few lines on it for a moment, and was immediately terrified.

The men and women of the Mo family are really not easy to mess with.

Women are ruthless, and they are good at drawing their salaries from the bottom of the pot. They don't care about hurting themselves a thousand times if they hurt the enemy.

If he doesn't agree to Mo Lingwei's request, with his brother's pissed nature that he can't wait to dig out his heart and put it in front of Mo Lingwei, he will 100% die in Mo Lingwei's hands.

Feng Yichen had a big head.

He rubbed his temples irritably, in a dilemma.



At sunset, Feng Shaojin came out of Wenjing Garden and hurried to the camp.

The image of Mo Lingwei's decisiveness when he shot him was all in his mind.

She was sitting in a wheelchair. When she went down the stairs that day, she accidentally sprained her foot. Isn't she recovering?

Her face was still so pale and thin, and she didn't know how long it would take to fully recover.

I don't know if she ate those bunches of candied haws.

The bracelet was dropped by her, I don't know if it dissipated the anger in her heart...

She hated herself so much that she might never be able to forgive herself in this life.

Feng Shaojin was immersed in his own thoughts, and never noticed the woman who suddenly rushed out from the corner and bumped into his horse's hooves.

The horse's hooves were rushing, and it was too late to stop. In order to avoid accidental injury, Feng Shaojin quickly tightened the reins, and the horse's front hooves that were about to be trampled flew up into the air.

At the same time, Feng Shaojin rolled the whip in his hand hard, tied up the woman who was running for her life and fell to the ground, pulled hard, used her strength to get off the horse, took the woman into her arms, and rescued her from under the horse's hooves .

A group of ferocious strong men chased from behind, and when they saw Feng Shaojin in military uniform, they all stopped in their tracks, not daring to go forward.

"A member of the Qinglong Gang again?" Feng Shaojin let go of the woman, and cast a glance at the situation in front of him: "Why did you provoke them?"

"I heard about the palace...my friend went to the Qinglong Gang and asked them to do something, but there was no news so far, so I went to ask them for someone, but these people not only refused to admit it, And...wanted to arrest me and give it away..." Mo Jinlan was used to being arrogant and pampered since she was a child, and she had never suffered such humiliation.

She is the dignified second lady of the Mo family, so of course she couldn't swallow this breath, and immediately insulted these people with a few insults, which angered the boss of the Qinglong gang.

It was too late for her to get out of the body, but An Haoyu was not by her side, so she could only fight and run...

I thought I was going to die, but... met this person!

Mo Jinlan's face was covered with dust, and he looked up at Feng Shaojin's handsome profile, and was stunned for a moment.

The masculine temperament is outstanding, and he has an aura of power without anger.

It was only then that Feng Shaojin looked directly at Mo Jinlan. He only felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Her friend's surname is Gong, could it be Gong Su?

Feng Shaojin thought silently, after all, the surname Gong is not common.

Mo Jinlan was stared intently by Feng Shaojin's long, narrow and deep eyes for a moment, her small face flushed red, she pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Feng Shaojin looked Mo Jinlan up and down, and saw that she was holding a blood-stained short whip in her hand, she was dressed in extraordinary clothes, and when she spoke, she was speaking with the northern accent he was familiar with, not the soft and waxy accent of the south...

"Raise your head." Feng Shaojin said in a deep voice.

Mo Jinlan: "..."

Mo Jinlan lowered his eyes and raised his face.

"What's your name?" Feng Shaojin raised his hand to wipe off the dust on her face, revealing Mo Jinlan's fair and delicate face.

Feng Shaojin's pupils shrank, and he stared at Mo Jinlan more and more intently...