Chapter 2040: 2040
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Feng Shaojin left, considerate for her to take the door of the bedroom, footsteps gradually away, the man has gone downstairs.
Mo Lingwei shrinks in the corner and looks at the charming cheongsam in front of her.
Pink peach petals dotted with goose yellow pistils, exquisite embroidery, lifelike.
The cheongsam is very beautiful and fashionable. The waist and mouth are closed tightly. The fabric is neither traditional cotton or linen, nor silk, but luxurious silk.
I have to admit that Feng Shaojin's eyes are vicious. Men know more about themselves than women.
She secretly tried to wear this cheongsam, which was much more beautiful than the cheongsam embroidered with plum blossom and Begonia that she casually designed.
Mo Lingwei pondered for a long time and had to change.
After a long time, Mo Lingwei doesn't dare to go out.
The servant came and knocked on the door: "young lady, the young master asked how long you have to go downstairs. If you don't go down again, he will go upstairs."
Mo Lingwei, "...
Mo Lingwei had to open the door.
Seeing her, the servant's dim eyes were full of light: "the young lady looks good in this dress, just like the people in the painting. No wonder young master he..."
the servant closed his mouth to Mo Lingwei's cold eyes.
The young lady and the young master seem to be having a tantrum.
The servant ran down the stairs quickly, ready to take the meal to the restaurant.
Mo Lingwei holds the railing and steps down the stairs.
Feng Shaojin is sitting on the rattan chair, flipping a book. She hears the noisy footstep of the servant and looks upstairs.
When the slender figure was printed into her eyes, Feng Shaojin's five fingers on the armrest wrinkled the book in her hand.
He just felt that the blood in his body was surging and shouting. Every nerve in his body was tense and his action was uncontrollable. He slowly stood up from the cane chair.
Wrinkled, shapeless books slide down from their knees and fall to the ground.
This cheongsam is more suitable for her than he imagined. The size is too small. It fits her perfectly. The waist is closed tightly, showing an amazing radian.
The waist is more and more soft and slender as water plants, the body is exquisite and slim, the abdomen is flat to the extreme, and the bulge is full....
the buckle is tightly fastened, revealing a long and white neck, with a fork on the side. When walking, the straight and slender snow color looms.
Feng Shaojin's eyes moved up from her ankles, stopped for a moment in three places, and finally fell on her face.
She has a small face. Her cherry blossom lips are red and swollen. Her eyes are bright and red. Her small face is pale and haggard. She seems to have been devastated by the wind and rain.
It really made him want to bully hard.
Feng Shaojin clenched her fist and tried to restrain her impulse.
Mo Lingwei went downstairs and stood far away from him. In the morning, her combed hair was a little scattered, and a few wisps of hair fell down on her cheek, which made her look more and more pitiful.
See her head down, a pair of even don't dare to see their own appearance, Feng Shaojin finally had a little conscience, aroused the last trace of pity buried in the bottom of my heart.
He cursed himself in his heart, quickly stepped forward, took her by the hand, and took her to the restaurant: "aren't you hungry? Go to dinner. I've brought you osmanthus wine. "
Mo Lingwei: "the food was very rich. The servant cooked four dishes and one soup, and set up two plates of exquisite cakes.
Feng Shaojin poured a cup of osmanthus wine for her: "taste a cup."
Thinking about her drinking capacity, Mo Lingwei is in a panic www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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Feng Shaojin left, considerate for her to take the door of the bedroom, footsteps gradually away, the man has gone downstairs.
Mo Lingwei shrinks in the corner and looks at the charming cheongsam in front of her.
Pink peach petals dotted with goose yellow pistils, exquisite embroidery, lifelike.
The cheongsam is very beautiful and fashionable. The waist and mouth are closed tightly. The fabric is neither traditional cotton or linen, nor silk, but luxurious silk.
I have to admit that Feng Shaojin's eyes are vicious. Men know more about themselves than women.
She secretly tried to wear this cheongsam, which was much more beautiful than the cheongsam embroidered with plum blossom and Begonia that she casually designed.
Mo Lingwei pondered for a long time and had to change.
After a long time, Mo Lingwei doesn't dare to go out.
The servant came and knocked on the door: "young lady, the young master asked how long you have to go downstairs. If you don't go down again, he will go upstairs."
Mo Lingwei, "...
Mo Lingwei had to open the door.
Seeing her, the servant's dim eyes were full of light: "the young lady looks good in this dress, just like the people in the painting. No wonder young master he..."
the servant closed his mouth to Mo Lingwei's cold eyes.
The young lady and the young master seem to be having a tantrum.
The servant ran down the stairs quickly, ready to take the meal to the restaurant.
Mo Lingwei holds the railing and steps down the stairs.
Feng Shaojin is sitting on the rattan chair, flipping a book. She hears the noisy footstep of the servant and looks upstairs.
When the slender figure was printed into her eyes, Feng Shaojin's five fingers on the armrest wrinkled the book in her hand.
He just felt that the blood in his body was surging and shouting. Every nerve in his body was tense and his action was uncontrollable. He slowly stood up from the cane chair.
Wrinkled, shapeless books slide down from their knees and fall to the ground.
This cheongsam is more suitable for her than he imagined. The size is too small. It fits her perfectly. The waist is closed tightly, showing an amazing radian.
The waist is more and more soft and slender as water plants, the body is exquisite and slim, the abdomen is flat to the extreme, and the bulge is full....
the buckle is tightly fastened, revealing a long and white neck, with a fork on the side. When walking, the straight and slender snow color looms.
Feng Shaojin's eyes moved up from her ankles, stopped for a moment in three places, and finally fell on her face.
She has a small face. Her cherry blossom lips are red and swollen. Her eyes are bright and red. Her small face is pale and haggard. She seems to have been devastated by the wind and rain.
It really made him want to bully hard.
Feng Shaojin clenched her fist and tried to restrain her impulse.
Mo Lingwei went downstairs and stood far away from him. In the morning, her combed hair was a little scattered, and a few wisps of hair fell down on her cheek, which made her look more and more pitiful.
See her head down, a pair of even don't dare to see their own appearance, Feng Shaojin finally had a little conscience, aroused the last trace of pity buried in the bottom of my heart.
He cursed himself in his heart, quickly stepped forward, took her by the hand, and took her to the restaurant: "aren't you hungry? Go to dinner. I've brought you osmanthus wine. "
Mo Lingwei: "the food was very rich. The servant cooked four dishes and one soup, and set up two plates of exquisite cakes.
Feng Shaojin poured a cup of osmanthus wine for her: "taste a cup."
Thinking about her drinking capacity, Mo Lingwei is in a panic www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Feng Shaojin left, considerate for her to take the door of the bedroom, footsteps gradually away, the man has gone downstairs. Mo Lingwei shrinks in the corner and looks at the charming cheongsam in front of her. Pink peach petals dotted with goose yellow pistils, exquisite embroidery, lifelike. The cheongsam is very beautiful and fashionable. The waist and mouth are closed tightly. The fabric is neither traditional cotton or linen, nor silk, but luxurious silk. I have to admit that Feng Shaojin's eyes are vicious. Men know more about themselves than women. She secretly tried to wear this cheongsam, which was much more beautiful than the cheongsam embroidered with plum blossom and Begonia that she casually designed. Mo Lingwei pondered for a long time and had to change. After a long time, Mo Lingwei doesn't dare to go out. The servant came and knocked on the door: "young lady, the young master asked how long you have to go downstairs. If you don't go down again, he will go upstairs." Mo Lingwei, "... Mo Lingwei had to open the door. Seeing her, the servant's dim eyes were full of light: "the young lady looks good in this dress, just like the people in the painting. No wonder young master he..." the servant closed his mouth to Mo Lingwei's cold eyes. The young lady and the young master seem to be having a tantrum. The servant ran down the stairs quickly, ready to take the meal to the restaurant. Mo Lingwei holds the railing and steps down the stairs. Feng Shaojin is sitting on the rattan chair, flipping a book. She hears the noisy footstep of the servant and looks upstairs. When the slender figure was printed into her eyes, Feng Shaojin's five fingers on the armrest wrinkled the book in her hand. He just felt that the blood in his body was surging and shouting. Every nerve in his body was tense and his action was uncontrollable. He slowly stood up from the cane chair. Wrinkled, shapeless books slide down from their knees and fall to the ground. This cheongsam is more suitable for her than he imagined. The size is too small. It fits her perfectly. The waist is closed tightly, showing an amazing radian. The waist is more and more soft and slender as water plants, the body is exquisite and slim, the abdomen is flat to the extreme, and the bulge is full.... the buckle is tightly fastened, revealing a long and white neck, with a fork on the side. When walking, the straight and slender snow color looms. Feng Shaojin's eyes moved up from her ankles, stopped for a moment in three places, and finally fell on her face. She has a small face. Her cherry blossom lips are red and swollen. Her eyes are bright and red. Her small face is pale and haggard. She seems to have been devastated by the wind and rain. It really made him want to bully hard. Feng Shaojin clenched her fist and tried to restrain her impulse. Mo Lingwei went downstairs and stood far away from him. In the morning, her combed hair was a little scattered, and a few wisps of hair fell down on her cheek, which made her look more and more pitiful. See her head down, a pair of even don't dare to see their own appearance, Feng Shaojin finally had a little conscience, aroused the last trace of pity buried in the bottom of my heart. He cursed himself in his heart, quickly stepped forward, took her by the hand, and took her to the restaurant: "aren't you hungry? Go to dinner. I've brought you osmanthus wine. " Mo Lingwei: "the food was very rich. The servant cooked four dishes and one soup, and set up two plates of exquisite cakes. Feng Shaojin poured a cup of osmanthus wine for her: "taste a cup." Thinking about her drinking capacity, Mo Lingwei is in a panic www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
