Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 989
He grabbed her neck, and his voice became harsh: "You woman, if you have the guts, say it again!"

"It's the same ten times, don't you hear it clearly? Let me go, you crazy!"

"You have the ability to strangle me, you bastard!"

"If you bully me, I can't beat you with little strength, villain!"

Lin Jing went all out and scolded Feng Mocheng bloody, while the man's hand kept on her neck, as if he was going to break her neck at any time and strangle her to death.

After Lin Jing scolded him, she vented her anger, but after she calmed down, she suddenly realized that she was about to die.

Because she can clearly feel the man behind him, how strong his anger is, spreading on the back of her neck, dyeing every inch of her skin with raging flames, scorching every pore of her. ache.

Just when Lin Jing thought that Feng Mocheng was going to humiliate her in every possible way, suddenly, the big hand on her neck loosened.

Her body also broke away from the man's arms.

Feng Mocheng pushed her away, and there was a big gap between the two of them, so it would be no problem for two more people to sleep.

Lin Jing was a little puzzled, turned around and glanced at Feng Mocheng, and found that the man had closed his eyes, and he had fallen asleep with the sound of steady breathing.

Lin Jing let out a long sigh of relief.

This man is really good at turning things around. She thought he would strangle her to death, but she didn't expect him to fall asleep.

Lin Jing sighed helplessly, turned around, and turned his back to Feng Mocheng.

……

In the middle of the night, Feng Mocheng opened his eyes. For some reason, he felt that he had become light and clear-headed.

It was pitch black, so he turned on the light.

He thought that Lin Jing would be lying beside him, sleeping obediently.

His first reaction was to hug this woman, but when he turned around, he was alone on the bed.

Lin Jing disappeared.

No, this room is not the familiar one in the hotel.

Feng Mocheng looked around, isn't this the room he used to have when he was a child?Why is he here?

Feng Mocheng was a little surprised, he threw off the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the door step by step, and opened the door.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and there seemed to be a white world outside.

He walked in by accident, and what he saw was a handsome, seven or eight-year-old boy, kneeling on the ground with his hands stretched out.

And standing in front of the little boy was a beautiful young woman holding a ruler in her hand. The woman raised the ruler and hit the boy's palm hard.

With a snap, the ruler hit the hand very loudly, and the little boy's hand twitched, showing how painful it was.

Feng Mocheng looked at this scene, and in an instant, a look of astonishment ignited in his eyes. Isn't this when he was young?

The woman holding the ruler in front of him is his mother.

How is this going?

He went back to the past?

Feng Mocheng just stood here, but the two people in front of him didn't seem to see him.

The little boy knelt on the ground without saying a word, but just stretched out his hand silently, allowing his mother to beat his palm red and swollen.

Finally, Wu Mo'er said, "Do you know what's wrong?"

The little boy raised his head, even though he was only a few years old, the determination in his eyes was incomparable even to an adult: "I don't know what's wrong with me."

(End of this chapter)