Mo Jinlan was frightened by Feng Shaojin's terrifying aura, and said tremblingly: "The door of the bedroom is locked, I, I didn't know it would happen, Madam asked me to take you back to your room."
The chill around Feng Shaojin became more and more intense, his beautiful thin lips drew a cold arc, and he approached Mo Jinlan step by step: "So, do you want to stay here?"
Mo Jinlan shook her head desperately, facing Shang Feng Shaojin's blood-red eyes, she was so frightened that she couldn't speak a word.
"After tonight, even if I never touched you, there will be no innocence between me and you." Feng Shaojin stroked the door frame, trying to support his wobbly body.
It was so uncomfortable, the feeling was too uncomfortable.
It was as if an open fire was burning in the blood of the bones, the blood in the body was about to rush out of the head, the veins on the forehead burst out, and the whole person seemed to be in a sea of flames.
Mo Jinlan was sobbing, the more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, and he said decisively: "If Ling Wei doesn't believe me, I will prove my innocence by death."
The daughter of the Mo family is bloody in her bones, she likes to be frank and frank, and never bothers to play such unsightly tricks.
She really liked Feng Shaojin, and she didn't shy away from it.
I like it so much that I am willing to do everything for this man, even giving up my life.
But she also has a bottom line, she has never looked down on those insidious means that her mother used secretly in her relationship, she finally escaped from Qin Zhirou's side, and did not want to become the same person as Qin Zhirou.
Her dedication has always been her own business, she doesn't ask the reason, she doesn't ask for the result, as long as Feng Shaojin can achieve what she wants, she will have no regrets.
"Prove your innocence by death?" Feng Shaojin's voice was cold and cold, "If death can solve everything, why are you and I locked in the same bedroom?"
Feng Shaojin raised his finger and pointed to the closed window: "This commander will show you a clear way, jump from here, if you are lucky, you will live well and don't need to die.
If you are unlucky and you get half-disabled or lose your life, you can't blame anyone.
Think about it yourself! "
Mo Jinlan walked to the window, looked at the dim lights in the backyard and the fluttering snowflakes falling from mid-air, and suddenly felt that being a human being is actually quite miserable.
No matter how noble your status is, no matter how good your birth is, there are still too many things you can't help yourself.
If she chose another path at the beginning, would she still have a choice, and would she not be forced into this situation?
But who made her fall in love with this man?
Since she was a child, she wanted the wind and the rain, but she never knew how to love someone, so she had to put all the things she could give in front of the person she liked, and let him choose, enjoy, and trample on him.
Feng Shaojin seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, the veins in his hand holding the door frame popped out, and with a "bang", he locked himself in the ear room.
When Mo Jinlan heard the sound of splashing water, she gritted her teeth and murmured in a low voice: "Shaojin, take care!"
Feng Shaojin's bedroom is on the second floor, looking down, the distance from the window to the ground is not very high, nor is it low.
She is a martial artist, if it were someone else, she would definitely be killed or injured, but for her, as long as there are no accidents, there is no danger of her life.
She can live well to this day, God treats her well after all.
A look of ruthlessness flashed in Mo Jinlan's eyes, her slender body flew out of the window like a flying kite, and her feet, which were so cold that she was about to lose consciousness, landed first.
Unexpectedly, the place covered by snow turned out to be a pothole. Mo Jinlan's center of gravity was unstable, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground, spraining his waist and spraining his feet...