Chapter 2645

Some people speculated that the woman He Wenhao loved the most in his life died in that fire in order to save others...

Feng Shaojin has always been not interested in gossip about irrelevant people, he casually threw the newspaper aside, picked up the towel from the basin, wrung it dry and was about to wipe his feet when his fingers suddenly stopped.

fire...

The fire that burns people...

Didn't Feng Yichen tell him that the woman he liked was burned to death in a fire in order to save others?

Feng Shaojin threw away the towel in his hand, before he even had time to dry his feet, he rummaged through these newspapers, picked out all the news about He Wenhao and read them one by one.

It's a pity that he was disappointed. He Wenhao was a concubine and a cripple. He had always been suppressed by his son and daughter who were in the limelight, so he didn't have much exposure.

Only when he had been crippled for many years and suddenly stood up and walked upright like a normal person, was there any news, and there was no news for a long time.

Afterwards, the He family betrayed the Feng family, begged for glory and betrayed the country, and brought Dongyang elites and Dongyang samurai into Yuncheng. He Wenhao broke up with the He family and fought against foreign enemies with the Feng family. and goods, and also took in many homeless vagrants in their own residences and other homes...

The fire originated from the fact that the dwarves from the East had mixed into the vagrants, trying to blow up the warehouse where the He family hoarded valuable goods...

Feng Shaojin was full of disappointment as he didn't find any useful news.

He threw aside the newspaper he had read, washed his hands, rolled the wheelchair back to the bed, and closed his eyes...

Low and melodious music sounded in the bedroom. The woman was wearing a cheongsam, her lithe figure was hidden in the shadows, she swayed with his dance steps, and her laughter penetrated into his cochlea like a wind chime.

"Shaojin, did I step on you?" The woman buried her head in his chest, whispering like a whisper, and his heart was trembling slightly.

"No." He tightened his arms around her soft and boneless waist, staring fixedly at her face.

She smiled charmingly, but sooner or later, he couldn't see her face clearly.

"Tell me, what's your name?" He stroked her face with his smooth and delicate fingertips: "You appear in my dreams every night, what is your relationship with me?"

He held her hand, and pressed her palm to his heart: "Why do I see you crying and smiling, I feel so much pain here, as if a piece of flesh has been gouged out by someone."

The woman was still grinning to herself, as if she didn't hear his words at all, she carefully twisted the hem of the cheongsam, and looked down at her bare feet.

The blood in Feng Shaojin's body suddenly surged uncontrollably, his obscure eyes were stained with thick desire, and the blood-red eyes were firmly fixed on her body, the strength of his arms tightened little by little, his throat was dry , Adam's apple rolling up and down...

"Who the hell are you?" Feng Shaojin pressed the person against the wall behind him forcefully, with his forehead against hers.

The touch was so real, he could even hear the woman's slightly messy breathing, and she whispered like a kitten: "Shaojin, don't do this!"

"What don't you want?" Feng Shaojin's thin lips moved up involuntarily, covering her lips, blocking the remaining words she wanted to say: "How much do I love you? I wake up, I don't even know my own younger brother, and I have never remembered my father and mother, but I think of you so frequently..."