The Seventh Bride of President

Mu Qing saw this, scared side over the body, deep voice through a long time no panic: "young lady, careful."

He opened his hands and opened his eyes like death. He was ready to rush to the position of the steering wheel at the moment when the car coming from the opposite side hit him, to be the human flesh baffle of the young lady.

Chu Yunyao was calm and hit the steering wheel hard. The car deflected. The two cars almost passed by and avoided. At last, there was no disaster.

Feng Shaojin's eyes fell on Chu Yunyao at that moment. The gray eyes like a deep well seemed to penetrate into a ray of light.

He stared at the woman in the driver's seat, who was driving quickly across the road, thinking that he was dazzled.

When the car body passed by her window, Feng Shaojin took a look at it. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something. The masseter muscles of her side face were tense and her body was stiff.

The driver's guard wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said: "it's dangerous. The driver was a little girl just now. She almost ran into him."

Feng Shaojin opened her mouth for the first time: "well, it's really a woman."

The guard didn't expect that Feng Shaojin, who never said a word more, answered him for the first time. Listening to the tone, she didn't seem to blame him. Her nervous nerves relaxed a little, and continued: "it seems that the car belongs to the Mohist young commander. Mr. Mu is driving all the time. Today, Mr. Mu is sitting in the co driver's seat..."

Feng Shaojin doesn't move Sitting, eyes through the windshield, falling to the front, no waves on the face, but the bottom of my heart is a storm.

He was right. The woman who was sitting in the driving position and controlling the steering wheel was really Chu Yunyao.

Chu Yunyao has come here. What about her? She knows that Mo Lingyuan is infected with epidemic disease, and she has come here, too?

After all, their brother and sister have such a good relationship that she will not ignore Mo Lingyuan.

Feng Yichen runs to Mo Lingyuan's residence frequently these days, but he doesn't mention it to him at all. Is he trying to hide it from him?

Feng Shaojin's hands on her knees clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of her hands burst out.

The car drove into Fengjia compound, and the guard was repairing the tangled iron gate of the courtyard wall.

Feng Shaojin pushed the door to get out of the car. Looking at the iron pillars scattered on the ground, she asked: "how can it be done? How did the good become like this? "

Who has broken off all the iron pillars on the iron gate with such great strength?

The guard respectfully replied: "the young lady of Mohism came here and gave you a salutation note. When you were not at home, the lady took over. After waiting outside for a long time, the young lady of Mohism drove in directly and damaged our gate."

Without waiting for the guard to finish, Feng Shaojin went to the hall.

Along with the sound of wiping cards and laughter, Feng Shaojin pushed open the door of the side hall, and glanced at these gorgeous ladies. Her eyes fell on Mrs. Feng, and her voice was low and indifferent: "where's my prayer card?"

When Mrs. Feng saw that her son's handsome face was full of indifference and solemnity, and she didn't have any face left for her, she felt angry.

The governor is her husband. She can't care if she loses her temper in front of so many people.

But Feng Shaojin is a junior. Why do you treat her like this?

Mrs. Feng was not angry and said, "your father Shuai has already sent people away. I don't want you to bother."

Feng Shaojin a word meal, cold Zhanzhan: "my worship post?"

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