Chapter 2693

Mo Lingwei looked at the candied haws stretched out in front of her. The roots of her teeth were a little sore, and her saliva gushed out. She thanked her, raised her hand to take it, and took a bite. Her beautiful lips were stained with red hawthorn syrup.

Feng Shaojin's Adam's apple rolled, she looked away, started the car, and recalled in her mind that night when she took the initiative to tease him after being drunk.

In the closed carriage, there was only the crisp sound of Mo Lingwei's teeth biting through the rock sugar.

She spit out the hawthorn seeds onto the handkerchief she carried with her, eating with relish.

Feng Shaojin suddenly said: "From now on, if I'm not around, don't drink."

"Huh?" Mo Lingwei didn't hear clearly.

"I said, if I'm not around in the future, don't touch anything that's been stained with wine, fruit wine, rice wine, sweet-scented osmanthus wine, white wine, red wine, or rice wine." Feng Shaojin's peripheral vision fell on her body: "One touch Something might happen."

Not every man in this world has such good restraint like him.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei didn't have the slightest impression of what happened after being drunk, so she didn't feel embarrassed or embarrassing, she just nodded and said: "No, I won't put my aunt in danger again."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

He clearly didn't mean that.

The car drove up the winding mountain road and saw an empty racecourse.

Around the racecourse stands a row of low red-brick, white-walled and tile-roofed houses, which are specially for men and women to rest.

There are also handwashing areas and changing rooms, which are well prepared.

Feng Shaojin got out of the car, slammed the door, walked around to the other side, opened the door, and helped Mo Lingwei get out of the car.

He twisted his equipment, and took Mo Lingwei to the largest room, "You change your clothes first, and I'll pick a pony for you."

Mo Lingwei took the equipment, "You do your work first, I'll just pick it later."

It just so happened that the owner of the horse race, Meng Zhaoguang, came to find Feng Shaojin: "Master Feng, you've come here, the stables are full of good horses prepared for you, you can pick whatever you want, and when you finish picking, I'll let the rest go." They picked."

Feng Shaojin couldn't evade it, so he had no choice but to say to the people in the room: "I'll come to you after I've made a selection in the past. If you have anything to do, just tell the servants outside the door, and it's okay to ask them to call me."

A warm and soft voice came out in a low voice, "Okay."

Although there was only one word, it almost broke Meng Zhaoguangsu's leg.

He raised his eyes and looked inside, the door was closed, and there was a curtain hanging inside, so he couldn't see anything.

Although I heard that Young Master Feng became a beauty in anger and spent money to buy the sawmill of Roosevelt's family, but I still don't know what that woman looks like.

Feng Shaojin turned his eyes and saw the curiosity in Meng Zhaoguang's eyes, and his voice turned cold: "Master Meng, don't you plan to take me there yourself?"

"Take it with you, let's go." Meng Zhaoguang made a gesture of invitation, and left with Feng Shaojin.

Mo Lingwei changed into a heroic red horse riding outfit, with boots on her feet, a long whip in her hand, and her waist was tightly cinched, looking like she couldn't hold it.

The black hair was tied high with a red ribbon, and the gentleness and softness of the whole person was swept away, adding five points of sassy air.

Those who didn't see Feng Shaojin, it was still early, the sun hadn't come out, and Mo Lingwei wasn't wearing a hat.

She walked to the nearest stable, looked back and forth, and spotted a tall horse. She was about to step forward to untie the rope, when a voice behind her stopped her: "Jin Lan, is that you?"

Mo Lingwei paused her fingers, turned her head, and looked at the man in the wheelchair with strange eyes.

"Miss Mo, why are you, why are you here?" An Haoyu who was pushing the wheelchair was full of disbelief.