-"You have changed."
"Change? The person you see today who is trapped by love, worried about gains and losses, and reckless and out of control is probably the real me."
"If she is really Sang Pu, Will you risk everything to be with her? After all, the restrictions on you..."
The wine glass was already at his lips, but he paused after hearing these words, and the thought of her being with Gu Cangyue appeared in his mind. look. Suddenly feeling bitter, I raised my neck and drank the wine. I felt uncomfortable, so I took the wine bottle and poured wine into my mouth. Seeing him like this, Sad Hua Fan was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions.
"Why don't you see Brother Ji? When can I drink your wedding wine?" Mo Tingfeng put away his emotions and cared about the people in front of him.
After hearing this, Sad Hua Shan sighed softly, held the pipe and took a puff. The woman's shadow appeared again and said, "I don't know what he has been busy with lately. He said he wanted to give me a surprise." . If I didn’t know that he doesn’t like those ordinary fans, I would be worried that he is raising a woman outside.”
“He would rather not be Si Chen and stay with you every day. The broken leg has to be arranged like this. The man who is in love is really pitiful." Mo Tingfeng looked up at her, "It's hard to say that he is secretly preparing for your marriage."
The beauty smiled after hearing this. , indescribably charming.
Seeing that the sky was turning pale, he finished his glass of wine and said goodbye. She lazily stood up to see them off, and walked out of the hospital with Mo Tingfeng.
“I will find out what Brother Feng is concerned about as soon as possible.”
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Sad Painting Fan stood under the plaque with the words "Wu Nian Mansion" hanging on it, looking at the direction where Mo Tingfeng disappeared, with a rather meaningful expression.
She turned her left wrist, and the drop of blood that Mo Tingfeng had just given her appeared above her fingertips.
The right hand cast a spell, and another drop of blood appeared - the barrier surrounding the blood drop glowed with a light blue crystal luster, which was clearly the drop that Gu Cangyue had extracted from the hairpin before.
“Why do the two of them look like the same person?”
After collecting the blood, the Sad Painting Fan dissipated like the phantom women she blew out with her pipe.
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Song Weichen woke up, still feeling weak and weak. Thinking that he was going to interrogate Nianniang today, he forced himself to get up and arrived at the dungeon of Sichen Mansion early - it was different from what he imagined. , it is very clean and tidy inside, and there is no smell of blood or dirt, but after all, it is a place that does not see sunlight all year round, and it is chilly everywhere.
As soon as I entered, I saw Mo Tingfeng sitting in front of the huge display table in the dungeon, reading the files. It was still early and the others had not arrived yet.
“Good morning, boss.”
He looked at the file without squinting and nodded in response, looking very cold.
Why does this guy's attitude towards people change so easily as if it was affected by the weather? If last night it was affected by the tropical monsoon climate, then today it was affected by the Siberian cold current and the temperature dropped drastically.
Muttering in her heart, Song Weichen curled her lips. She really couldn't understand this man, so it was better to stay away. She immediately shrank to the opposite corner of the display table farthest from him and closed her eyes to relax.
How did she know that Mo Tingfeng was at war between heaven and man at the moment? He didn't read even a word of the file after she came in. He didn't want to be cold to her, but he was afraid that he would be exposed if he opened his mouth. Emotions that can no longer be concealed.
She would not know that he had actually gone to the Lord's Mansion at dawn, asked her in detail about her night, and arranged for two herbal chefs to take care of her daily diet.
He glanced at her quietly through the files, his face was pale, and he huddled in a small ball in the chair. The dungeon was damp and cold, and she must have felt uncomfortable. Song Weichen was feeling very cold when he suddenly felt warm. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Tingfeng's black cloak covering him perfectly. I don't know when he had moved to sit next to her, still looking at the file. When he saw her opening her eyes and staring at him, she didn't say anything. He just pulled her hand over and held it tenderly in his palm for warmth - just like last night. Like on the soul boat.
She couldn't handle this operation. Her heart was pounding. Looking at his handsome profile, which was focused on the file, Song Weichen suddenly understood Ruan Mianmian.
No one spoke, but there was a throbbing and ambiguous feeling quietly flowing between the two.
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Others soon arrived one after another. As soon as Ding Heran saw Song Weichen, he rushed over to ask about his injury. She quietly withdrew her hand, and Mo Tingfeng also stood up to prepare for the interrogation. Neither of them mentioned it, and it seemed that they had never been ambiguous. occur.
As the soul-binding barrier opened in a special area of the dungeon, Bao'er slowly emerged from it. She was also covered with a dragnet and was currently sitting on a chair in the barrier with her head lowered. .
Even through the soul-binding barrier, Song Weichen could see the frightening cracks on Bao'er's lips and the purple color on her cheeks. Counting the time, Nian Niang had been attached to her body for nearly two days. , the child is obviously dying.
"Bao'er!"
She couldn't help calling out, feeling anxious.
Bao'er raised his head after hearing this, with a look of evil surprise on his face, which was in complete contrast to his dying appearance.
"Fortunately you are not dead. If you are not here, they can't understand what I say, it's very boring."
"Now you understand, you know we care about this child, and then If she is dragged on, her life will surely be in danger, so you want to use this to make conditions, right?" Ding Heran said.
"The dragnet has been lifted." She said with a smile.
Mo Tingfeng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the dragnet was cleared.
Bao'er moved his little body on the chair, "Master Si Chen is still happy to do things!"
"Get away from that child." Mo Tingfeng said coldly.
"Then will you let me go?"
"No."
Nian Niang laughed, "I really like Master Si Chen's temperament! It’s exactly what the master said.”
"Master?"
Ye Wujiu repeated Nian Niang's words, and all the grudge breakers were secretly frightened. Even Song Weichen realized the horror of these words.
Originally Luanpo was fierce but his behavior was predictable. It was nothing more than big fish eating small fish and small fish eating shrimps. The special thing about Nian Niang is that she is a chaotic person but has a sense of autonomy. The big fish can resist eating the small fish and knows how to make a decision before taking action. This is already terrifying. But now, the appearance of the word "master" means that Luanpo has a collective consciousness and obedience, and its behavioral needs may no longer be for itself - which means that the big fish no longer eats the small fish... but wants to eat people!