President Hunting Love is too fierce

"Are you really determined to be with him? Do you really love him?"

It wasn't until Bai Ling woke up that Feng Tianwu was still here, but Mo Fei looked at Feng Tianwu vigilantly, full of hostility.

Bai Ling hurriedly grabbed him, clasped his hand tightly, turned her head and said firmly to Feng Tianwu: "This is my choice, there will be no such stupid person as him in the world, who will always stay where he is without complaint or shame." Wait for me. People should look forward when they are alive. I missed a lot in the past, but I will cherish what I have in the future. He is the greatest luck in my life."

Feng Tianwu turned pale, smiled wryly, and left powerlessly.

"I'm the luckiest thing in your life. It turns out that you can say such touching words." Mo Fei's heart was extremely sweet. This was the first time Bai Ling expressed her position in front of outsiders, showing that she decided to be with herself . [

It finally gave him a sense of security, because he knew that Bai Ling was the kind of person who could do what he said.

Bai Ling blushed, and felt a little awkward. Just now, in order to protect Mo Fei's dignity, she said such nasty things.

Now that I think about it, it's really nasty, not her style.

"You got it wrong. It's the greatest misfortune. If you mess with me, I can't get rid of it anyway." She squinted at him.

Mo Fei hugged her waist domineeringly, and smiled triumphantly: "Fortunately, unfortunately, anyway, I'm attached to you. This time, you won't be able to get rid of me again."

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Feng Tianwu came to Lan Shen's villa, all the windows in the villa were closed, it was very dark and gloomy.

I thought the place would be full of the smell of strong liquor, and there were bottles everywhere.

but.

Now here's just a disturbing dead silence.

Feng Tianwu panicked inexplicably, and hurried into the hall, only to see Lan Shen lying on the sofa, motionless, but her eyes were open, as dead as a stone sculpture.

Feng Tianwu couldn't help being startled, walked over, and gently pushed his shoulder.

"Shen'er, what's wrong with you? Why do you close the windows, don't turn on the lights, and don't answer your calls." Feng Tianwu looked at him complainingly, her heart was full of anxiety.

Lan Shen remained motionless, and only after a while did his deep eyes move mechanically. When he met her gaze, his face was horribly pale, and even the curves of his face looked vicissitudes, like an old man.