The Seventh Bride of President

Feng Yichen doesn't know which side he should stand on. The palm and the back of his hand are all meat. He loves Feng Shaojin's situation, but he also understands the difficulty of his father Shuai.

He can't persuade either side to compromise with the other side, and can only survive in the cracks. He tries to treat himself as an outsider and doesn't interfere with either side.

Once he helped his father Shuai let Mo Lingwei go and betrayed Feng Shaojin, which was the most regretful thing in his life.

Two people drink while chatting, leaning on the fire, lying on the couch, with drunk, and sleep.

On the second day, the sun rose to the East.

Mo Lingwei got up early, she waited for half a night, Feng Shaojin did not come back.

She folded the bedding, finished washing, tidied up the messy books on the desk, opened the drawer, and saw a pistol lying quietly inside.

She picked up the gun and slowly wiped the non-existent dust with cotton cloth along the handle.

This gun seems to have been used by her.

There was movement at the door. The curtain of the door flickered, and the tall figure of the man flashed in.

Feng Shaojin looked up and saw that Mo Lingwei was holding a gun. The muzzle of the gun was pointing to his head.

Feng Shaojin's face is cold. Her thin lips are hooked. She strides towards Mo Lingwei and stands in front of her. Her tone is mixed with some teasing: "how? Want to kill me? "

Mo Lingwei: "No." Mo Ling Wei slowly took back her hand and lowered her eyes. "This gun looks familiar. It seems that she has seen it somewhere."

Feng Shaojin's life is the shelter of her and Xiuer. If she dies, she and Xiuer can't live.

The whole cloud city is full of people who want to kill her and Xiuer.

Ear came a smile, Feng Shaojin's palm pasted her hand holding the gun, "this gun, once saved my life, don't you remember?"

Mo Lingwei:...

Mo Lingwei was surprised: "you stole it?"

"I just changed it. I exchanged it with you with another gun." Mingming had only one stool, and Feng Shaojin insisted on sitting with her, "this gun, I always keep it as a token of our love."

Mo Lingwei, "...

Mo Lingwei returns the gun to Feng Shaojin.

If it were not for this gun, it would not have involved so many things later.

The man's body is still full of alcohol, Mo Lingwei changes the topic: "where did you go last night? Drink early in the morning? "

She is like a chattering little wife questioning her husband who doesn't go home at night. Feng Shaojin's anger last night has long gone.

He rubbed her cheek with the tip of his nose: "I went out last night and met Yi Chen. I talked with him for a while and drank some wine. Now my head is still a little dizzy."

He put his head together in front of Mo Lingwei: "can you rub it for me?"

Mo Lingwei stood up, her back against the table, and her fingers fell on Feng Shaojin's temple. She rubbed it with great strength.

Feng Shaojin sits upright, slightly raises her head, and her dark eyes look at the dark blue under her eyes for a moment, and asks, "didn't you sleep well last night?"

Mo Lingwei:....

referring to last night, Mo Lingwei hung her eyes shyly and looked a little unnatural. She whispered: "I'm afraid of Xiuer kicking the quilt. I got up to watch it several times a night."

"Xiuer doesn't kick the quilt at night." Feng Shaojin stretched out her long arm and took Mo Lingwei to her lap and sat down: "naturally, someone will clean up the affairs in the bedroom. You don't have to do it yourself."

Mo Lingwei's lie is pierced by Feng Shaojin. She just doesn't know how to answer it, and a guard is standing at the door to report on her official business...

the story of Mo Lingwei's lie is broken by Feng Shaojin