The Seventh Bride of President

Gong Su opens his eyes and looks at Mo Lingwei. She calls her name silently: "Lingwei, leave him, leave this man."

Mo Lingwei's snow-white teeth are about to bite her lower lip.

Feng Shaojin sneered coldly: "beyond our capacity!"

he picked up Mo Lingwei and strode upstairs: "it's OK to save his life. Last time you were on the train, you saved him by yourself. This time, you saved him, let him die completely, and remember what happened today all his life."

Aware of what Feng Shaojin is about to do, Mo Lingwei screams and struggles hard. Her fingernails run across Feng Shaojin's cheek and scratch out bloodstains: "Feng Shaojin, let go of me, you can't do this to me, Feng Shaojin!"

The sound of "bang" and the sound of closing the door shut all the calls out.

Gong Su helplessly watches Mo Lingwei, who is crying, be taken away by Feng Shaojin, who is stunned by the evil spirit. The double shadow in front of him is getting heavier and heavier. He slides down the wall and falls on the ground...

in the bedroom.

For the first time, Mo Lingwei knows that Feng Shaojin's strength is so strong. When he presses her wrist, he almost breaks her bone.

All the shrill crying, swearing, begging for mercy, all lost their effect.

She heard the sound of clothes tearing, in front of her eyes were the red eyes of the man after he lost his mind.

Her reserve and self-esteem, like that amazing cheongsam, broke to pieces.

The pain swept all over the body, unforgettable.

At the beginning of her relationship with Feng Shaojin, she was still a girl in an ignorant boudoir. Once she went to a bookstore and accidentally turned to a Western oil painting, which described the strength and beauty of men and women.

It was raining outside, and the bookstore was quiet. She remembered her blushing and heartbeat.

Later, Feng Shaojin specially came to pick her up in the car. On the way back to Jingyuan, she stopped the car and brought her specially prepared cakes from the back seat.

While she is eating seriously, Feng Shaojin secretly kisses her. That's the first time that she has such intimate behavior with Feng Shaojin.

Her mind immediately came up with the contents of the oil painting, her face seemed to be on fire, her heart couldn't listen, and she wanted to jump out of her chest.

She always thought that the relationship between men and women must be mysterious and beautiful...

but she didn't expect that it would hurt so much. The painful bones seemed to be broken inch by inch. Little by little, her strength was emptied from her body and turned into a puppet...

the light outside the window gradually faded, and the lantern in the yard lit up.

Feng Shaojin opened her eyes, and the blood red at the bottom of her eyes had faded away, and she had regained her pure brightness.

Wisps of light came in from the window, and the bedroom was filled with a beautiful atmosphere.

The person in his arms is still sleeping. Feng Shaojin suddenly sits up. He shakes his hands and lifts the corner of the quilt...

chagrin and guilt invade his whole body, and Feng Shaojin even has the heart to kill herself.

How could he do such a thing?

How could he do such a thing?!

He was dazzled by Gong Su yesterday, and he didn't even have the only reason left...

Feng Shaojin got up in his clothes. He went to his study, and it was bright in the dark.

The servant was frightened by yesterday's battle and did not dare to go upstairs.

After daybreak, Feng Shaojin tosses and turns back to his bedroom. He wants to wait for Mo Lingwei to wake up, apologize to her, and let her beat, scold and vent. Even if he stabs dozens and hundreds of blood holes in him with a knife, he admits it.

But Mo Lingwei seems to be unwilling to wake up, she is clearly breathing, but quietly lying, such as sleeping to death, refused to open her eyes.

Feng Shaojin's heart sank little by little. He called her name and even hugged her, but it didn't help