Chapter 1993: 1993
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Feng Shaojin just stood in front of Mo Lingwei's carriage, one hand holding the door of the carriage, the other hand lifting the curtain, the bottom of her eyes seemed to be burning a fire, staring at her quietly and hot.
Mo Lingwei is holding that piece of sweet scented osmanthus rice cake. I don't know if it's because he covers the cake in his arms. At this time, it's still slightly hot.
She remembers that he clearly didn't like snacks and sweets, and didn't know why he brought them with him.
Feng Shaojin stares at her like this. Mo Lingwei is like an ant on a hot pot. It's neither eating nor not eating.
Mo Lingwei bit her lip: "I'm not hungry now."
"Another hour later, it will be noon. The steamed bread you brought has been distributed." Feng Shaojin pestle in the original place, motionless as a mountain, like a wall.
Mo Lingwei is annoyed to become angry, "don't bother to seal young commander Chaoxin."
Feng Shaojin snorted, lips slightly up, voice with if there is no smile, as if to hear something funny, "this handsome is not super heart you, this handsome is miss you."
He looked around, put his head into the car, and lowered his voice: "whether you are hungry or not, if you don't finish eating, Ben Shuai won't let you go.
I heard that the second young master of the palace would come to see you from time to time. I'm afraid I can't come today. "
Mo Lingwei:...
her face became heavy.
"Chu Yunyao and yunbao'er are still waiting for you in the nearby shelter." Feng Shaojin ignored her coldness and said to herself, "if you want them to wait all the time...
before she finished, Mo Lingwei opened her mouth and bit the sweet scented osmanthus rice cake in her hand.
She lowered her head, hands holding the piece of wash hair old PAZI, will mouth full of drum drum, desperately swallow.
Feng Shaojin stares at her soft and beautiful side face, and her Adam's apple moves.
She was dressed in a plain cheongsam. For the convenience of doing things, she pulled up her ink hair and fixed it with a jade hairpin. Bangs hung down on her forehead, and strands of hair were scattered on her thin cheek.
If it's not for the cool temperament, this powder is not applied to the dress in the eyes of outsiders, where there is a little bit like the Mohist miss.
Weak but not delicate, low-key and introverted.
as like as two peas in the old man's humble house, he didn't have a slightest publicity.
Time and space shuttle in Feng Shaojin's mind. No one knows what the cold and gloomy Young Marshal thinks of at this time.
His whole body seems to be suddenly covered by a sad atmosphere. Even the light pouring out from the corner of his eyes is gentle and gloomy.
Mo Lingwei finished the sweet scented osmanthus rice cake in a hurry, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Shaojin: "you can let me go."
Feng Shaojin held out her hand: "give it to me."
"What?" Mo Lingwei doesn't know what to give him.
"PAZI." Feng Shaojin's eyes fell on her old white handkerchief: "this handkerchief is mine."
Mo Lingwei:...
Feng Shaojin is extremely fastidious and luxurious.
After returning to Yuncheng and becoming the successor of Fengjia, this kind of extravagant behavior has been changed a lot, but at least it has not reached the level of harshness.
A piece of old handkerchief, or wrapped in sweet scented osmanthus rice cake, should also be worth him to go back.
Mo Lingwei handed the handkerchief that had been kneaded into a ball to his palm: "here you are."
Feng Shaojin suddenly clasped her wrist with her backhand, "if I don't come back, will you throw it away?"
Mo Lingwei:...
Mo Lingwei was stunned for a moment, and she really had this idea...
she was very surprised www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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Feng Shaojin just stood in front of Mo Lingwei's carriage, one hand holding the door of the carriage, the other hand lifting the curtain, the bottom of her eyes seemed to be burning a fire, staring at her quietly and hot.
Mo Lingwei is holding that piece of sweet scented osmanthus rice cake. I don't know if it's because he covers the cake in his arms. At this time, it's still slightly hot.
She remembers that he clearly didn't like snacks and sweets, and didn't know why he brought them with him.
Feng Shaojin stares at her like this. Mo Lingwei is like an ant on a hot pot. It's neither eating nor not eating.
Mo Lingwei bit her lip: "I'm not hungry now."
"Another hour later, it will be noon. The steamed bread you brought has been distributed." Feng Shaojin pestle in the original place, motionless as a mountain, like a wall.
Mo Lingwei is annoyed to become angry, "don't bother to seal young commander Chaoxin."
Feng Shaojin snorted, lips slightly up, voice with if there is no smile, as if to hear something funny, "this handsome is not super heart you, this handsome is miss you."
He looked around, put his head into the car, and lowered his voice: "whether you are hungry or not, if you don't finish eating, Ben Shuai won't let you go.
I heard that the second young master of the palace would come to see you from time to time. I'm afraid I can't come today. "
Mo Lingwei:...
her face became heavy.
"Chu Yunyao and yunbao'er are still waiting for you in the nearby shelter." Feng Shaojin ignored her coldness and said to herself, "if you want them to wait all the time...
before she finished, Mo Lingwei opened her mouth and bit the sweet scented osmanthus rice cake in her hand.
She lowered her head, hands holding the piece of wash hair old PAZI, will mouth full of drum drum, desperately swallow.
Feng Shaojin stares at her soft and beautiful side face, and her Adam's apple moves.
She was dressed in a plain cheongsam. For the convenience of doing things, she pulled up her ink hair and fixed it with a jade hairpin. Bangs hung down on her forehead, and strands of hair were scattered on her thin cheek.
If it's not for the cool temperament, this powder is not applied to the dress in the eyes of outsiders, where there is a little bit like the Mohist miss.
Weak but not delicate, low-key and introverted.
as like as two peas in the old man's humble house, he didn't have a slightest publicity.
Time and space shuttle in Feng Shaojin's mind. No one knows what the cold and gloomy Young Marshal thinks of at this time.
His whole body seems to be suddenly covered by a sad atmosphere. Even the light pouring out from the corner of his eyes is gentle and gloomy.
Mo Lingwei finished the sweet scented osmanthus rice cake in a hurry, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Shaojin: "you can let me go."
Feng Shaojin held out her hand: "give it to me."
"What?" Mo Lingwei doesn't know what to give him.
"PAZI." Feng Shaojin's eyes fell on her old white handkerchief: "this handkerchief is mine."
Mo Lingwei:...
Feng Shaojin is extremely fastidious and luxurious.
After returning to Yuncheng and becoming the successor of Fengjia, this kind of extravagant behavior has been changed a lot, but at least it has not reached the level of harshness.
A piece of old handkerchief, or wrapped in sweet scented osmanthus rice cake, should also be worth him to go back.
Mo Lingwei handed the handkerchief that had been kneaded into a ball to his palm: "here you are."
Feng Shaojin suddenly clasped her wrist with her backhand, "if I don't come back, will you throw it away?"
Mo Lingwei:...
Mo Lingwei was stunned for a moment, and she really had this idea...
she was very surprised www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Feng Shaojin just stood in front of Mo Lingwei's carriage, one hand holding the door of the carriage, the other hand lifting the curtain, the bottom of her eyes seemed to be burning a fire, staring at her quietly and hot. Mo Lingwei is holding that piece of sweet scented osmanthus rice cake. I don't know if it's because he covers the cake in his arms. At this time, it's still slightly hot. She remembers that he clearly didn't like snacks and sweets, and didn't know why he brought them with him. Feng Shaojin stares at her like this. Mo Lingwei is like an ant on a hot pot. It's neither eating nor not eating. Mo Lingwei bit her lip: "I'm not hungry now." "Another hour later, it will be noon. The steamed bread you brought has been distributed." Feng Shaojin pestle in the original place, motionless as a mountain, like a wall. Mo Lingwei is annoyed to become angry, "don't bother to seal young commander Chaoxin." Feng Shaojin snorted, lips slightly up, voice with if there is no smile, as if to hear something funny, "this handsome is not super heart you, this handsome is miss you." He looked around, put his head into the car, and lowered his voice: "whether you are hungry or not, if you don't finish eating, Ben Shuai won't let you go. I heard that the second young master of the palace would come to see you from time to time. I'm afraid I can't come today. " Mo Lingwei:... her face became heavy. "Chu Yunyao and yunbao'er are still waiting for you in the nearby shelter." Feng Shaojin ignored her coldness and said to herself, "if you want them to wait all the time... before she finished, Mo Lingwei opened her mouth and bit the sweet scented osmanthus rice cake in her hand. She lowered her head, hands holding the piece of wash hair old PAZI, will mouth full of drum drum, desperately swallow. Feng Shaojin stares at her soft and beautiful side face, and her Adam's apple moves. She was dressed in a plain cheongsam. For the convenience of doing things, she pulled up her ink hair and fixed it with a jade hairpin. Bangs hung down on her forehead, and strands of hair were scattered on her thin cheek. If it's not for the cool temperament, this powder is not applied to the dress in the eyes of outsiders, where there is a little bit like the Mohist miss. Weak but not delicate, low-key and introverted. as like as two peas in the old man's humble house, he didn't have a slightest publicity. Time and space shuttle in Feng Shaojin's mind. No one knows what the cold and gloomy Young Marshal thinks of at this time. His whole body seems to be suddenly covered by a sad atmosphere. Even the light pouring out from the corner of his eyes is gentle and gloomy. Mo Lingwei finished the sweet scented osmanthus rice cake in a hurry, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Shaojin: "you can let me go." Feng Shaojin held out her hand: "give it to me." "What?" Mo Lingwei doesn't know what to give him. "PAZI." Feng Shaojin's eyes fell on her old white handkerchief: "this handkerchief is mine." Mo Lingwei:... Feng Shaojin is extremely fastidious and luxurious. After returning to Yuncheng and becoming the successor of Fengjia, this kind of extravagant behavior has been changed a lot, but at least it has not reached the level of harshness. A piece of old handkerchief, or wrapped in sweet scented osmanthus rice cake, should also be worth him to go back. Mo Lingwei handed the handkerchief that had been kneaded into a ball to his palm: "here you are." Feng Shaojin suddenly clasped her wrist with her backhand, "if I don't come back, will you throw it away?" Mo Lingwei:... Mo Lingwei was stunned for a moment, and she really had this idea... she was very surprised www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
