Chapter 1579: 1579
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Mo Lingwei is forced to go back to her bedroom. She pushes him away in a panic, sits in front of the dressing mirror, picks up the horn comb, and calmly combs her long hair. Her eyes fall on the gloomy and handsome face of the man in the Western mirror.
It seems that I haven't seen him for a long time. It seems that he is thinner than last time. His outline is more clear and his facial features are more three-dimensional and delicate. Even if he frowns like this and his whole body is cold, he is in a state of no strangers.
But that face and inherent temperament still have fatal attraction to women.
No wonder so many women are willing to be heartless and irrational for him.
Mo Lingwei was a little dazed. She recalled the scene when she saw him for the first time in her mind. She had a vague impression. After so many things, the former beauty was too far away from her.
Why did she agree to try to socialize with him?
Is it the same as other vulgar women, cheated by his face, willing to sink in his face?
She did forget. She couldn't remember.
Maybe I don't want to think about it any more.
Feng Shaojin sees her staring at herself, and her depression dissipates. The empty heart seems to be filled with something, and the dryness and evil are also suppressed.
Feng Shaojin thought to herself: what's the difference between him and a dog?
Occasionally, she looks at him more. When she's in a good mood, she doesn't have to throw a bone at him. She just needs to smile at him. She just follows him and sits quietly beside him, even if she doesn't speak.
As long as it's not against his will, he can be comforted and cured by her.
His manic mood will calm down, from the storm into a mild rain.
He enjoyed being alone with her. There was a kind of moist and silent warmth flowing in the air.
Feng Shaojin to her eyes, good-looking thin lips slightly up.
He bent slightly, picked up the horn comb in her hand, held her long black and shiny hair, and combed it for her.
Her voice was tender and affectionate, and seemed to show endless satisfaction: "Ling Wei, you haven't looked at me like this for a long time."
This kind of gentle, longing, and confused eyes, it seems that there is still a little... Feeling.
It was only at the beginning of their association that she took off her guard and gradually warmed up her feelings for him.
He missed them so much at that time. Every time he dreamt back in the middle of the night, when he woke up, his mind was filled with her smile at that time, warm and pure, and had a wireless vision for their future.
Instead of being so defensive, alienated, indifferent, or even having the least trust in him.
Mo Lingwei was startled by his words. She recovered from the memory and dropped her eyes in a hurry to cover the surging emotion at the bottom of her eyes. Soon, she was calm again, as if nothing had happened just now.
The warmth that just showed for a short time quickly converged, and then put on sharp armor, pricked up all over his body, full of defensive facing him.
Mo Lingwei's voice is weak. "What do you want to say to me?"
She raised her eyes, glanced at him, saw his movement stagnated for a while, and said, "speak quickly, lest you delay your time."
Feng Shaojin: ---
Feng Shaojin's anger just came out again. He almost bit his teeth: "delay my time? You really think about me
Mo Ling Wei hung her head and her voice became more and more weak, almost merciless: "when I don't think about you, you are not happy, now I think about you, you are not happy, you are really difficult to get along with."
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Mo Lingwei is forced to go back to her bedroom. She pushes him away in a panic, sits in front of the dressing mirror, picks up the horn comb, and calmly combs her long hair. Her eyes fall on the gloomy and handsome face of the man in the Western mirror.
It seems that I haven't seen him for a long time. It seems that he is thinner than last time. His outline is more clear and his facial features are more three-dimensional and delicate. Even if he frowns like this and his whole body is cold, he is in a state of no strangers.
But that face and inherent temperament still have fatal attraction to women.
No wonder so many women are willing to be heartless and irrational for him.
Mo Lingwei was a little dazed. She recalled the scene when she saw him for the first time in her mind. She had a vague impression. After so many things, the former beauty was too far away from her.
Why did she agree to try to socialize with him?
Is it the same as other vulgar women, cheated by his face, willing to sink in his face?
She did forget. She couldn't remember.
Maybe I don't want to think about it any more.
Feng Shaojin sees her staring at herself, and her depression dissipates. The empty heart seems to be filled with something, and the dryness and evil are also suppressed.
Feng Shaojin thought to herself: what's the difference between him and a dog?
Occasionally, she looks at him more. When she's in a good mood, she doesn't have to throw a bone at him. She just needs to smile at him. She just follows him and sits quietly beside him, even if she doesn't speak.
As long as it's not against his will, he can be comforted and cured by her.
His manic mood will calm down, from the storm into a mild rain.
He enjoyed being alone with her. There was a kind of moist and silent warmth flowing in the air.
Feng Shaojin to her eyes, good-looking thin lips slightly up.
He bent slightly, picked up the horn comb in her hand, held her long black and shiny hair, and combed it for her.
Her voice was tender and affectionate, and seemed to show endless satisfaction: "Ling Wei, you haven't looked at me like this for a long time."
This kind of gentle, longing, and confused eyes, it seems that there is still a little... Feeling.
It was only at the beginning of their association that she took off her guard and gradually warmed up her feelings for him.
He missed them so much at that time. Every time he dreamt back in the middle of the night, when he woke up, his mind was filled with her smile at that time, warm and pure, and had a wireless vision for their future.
Instead of being so defensive, alienated, indifferent, or even having the least trust in him.
Mo Lingwei was startled by his words. She recovered from the memory and dropped her eyes in a hurry to cover the surging emotion at the bottom of her eyes. Soon, she was calm again, as if nothing had happened just now.
The warmth that just showed for a short time quickly converged, and then put on sharp armor, pricked up all over his body, full of defensive facing him.
Mo Lingwei's voice is weak. "What do you want to say to me?"
She raised her eyes, glanced at him, saw his movement stagnated for a while, and said, "speak quickly, lest you delay your time."
Feng Shaojin: ---
Feng Shaojin's anger just came out again. He almost bit his teeth: "delay my time? You really think about me
Mo Ling Wei hung her head and her voice became more and more weak, almost merciless: "when I don't think about you, you are not happy, now I think about you, you are not happy, you are really difficult to get along with."
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Mo Lingwei is forced to go back to her bedroom. She pushes him away in a panic, sits in front of the dressing mirror, picks up the horn comb, and calmly combs her long hair. Her eyes fall on the gloomy and handsome face of the man in the Western mirror. It seems that I haven't seen him for a long time. It seems that he is thinner than last time. His outline is more clear and his facial features are more three-dimensional and delicate. Even if he frowns like this and his whole body is cold, he is in a state of no strangers. But that face and inherent temperament still have fatal attraction to women. No wonder so many women are willing to be heartless and irrational for him. Mo Lingwei was a little dazed. She recalled the scene when she saw him for the first time in her mind. She had a vague impression. After so many things, the former beauty was too far away from her. Why did she agree to try to socialize with him? Is it the same as other vulgar women, cheated by his face, willing to sink in his face? She did forget. She couldn't remember. Maybe I don't want to think about it any more. Feng Shaojin sees her staring at herself, and her depression dissipates. The empty heart seems to be filled with something, and the dryness and evil are also suppressed. Feng Shaojin thought to herself: what's the difference between him and a dog? Occasionally, she looks at him more. When she's in a good mood, she doesn't have to throw a bone at him. She just needs to smile at him. She just follows him and sits quietly beside him, even if she doesn't speak. As long as it's not against his will, he can be comforted and cured by her. His manic mood will calm down, from the storm into a mild rain. He enjoyed being alone with her. There was a kind of moist and silent warmth flowing in the air. Feng Shaojin to her eyes, good-looking thin lips slightly up. He bent slightly, picked up the horn comb in her hand, held her long black and shiny hair, and combed it for her. Her voice was tender and affectionate, and seemed to show endless satisfaction: "Ling Wei, you haven't looked at me like this for a long time." This kind of gentle, longing, and confused eyes, it seems that there is still a little... Feeling. It was only at the beginning of their association that she took off her guard and gradually warmed up her feelings for him. He missed them so much at that time. Every time he dreamt back in the middle of the night, when he woke up, his mind was filled with her smile at that time, warm and pure, and had a wireless vision for their future. Instead of being so defensive, alienated, indifferent, or even having the least trust in him. Mo Lingwei was startled by his words. She recovered from the memory and dropped her eyes in a hurry to cover the surging emotion at the bottom of her eyes. Soon, she was calm again, as if nothing had happened just now. The warmth that just showed for a short time quickly converged, and then put on sharp armor, pricked up all over his body, full of defensive facing him. Mo Lingwei's voice is weak. "What do you want to say to me?" She raised her eyes, glanced at him, saw his movement stagnated for a while, and said, "speak quickly, lest you delay your time." Feng Shaojin: --- Feng Shaojin's anger just came out again. He almost bit his teeth: "delay my time? You really think about me Mo Ling Wei hung her head and her voice became more and more weak, almost merciless: "when I don't think about you, you are not happy, now I think about you, you are not happy, you are really difficult to get along with." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
