Chapter 1518: Feng Yi's special hobby

She knew that Feng Yihan and Feng Yi were not related by blood, and they were not brothers and sisters.
Could it be said that Feng Yi also contemplated Feng...
Mo An suddenly didn't dare to think further.
Feng Yi, with a delicate mind, felt Mo An's wrist in his palm tremble slightly.
She... guessed it? shocked?
"Yihan, I am your brother, of course I love you."
Feng Yi looked directly at Feng Yihan, who was full of tears, and said calmly.
"No! Not like that! You lie to me!"
In her eyes blurred by tears, Feng Yihan couldn't see Feng Yi's face, and she yelled like crazy.
Not the love of brothers and sisters.
For so many years, although no one has said it clearly, she can feel that Feng Yi loves her, the kind of love that men have to women.
Feng Yihan's turbulent tears made Feng Yi's brows frown tightly.
Such an out-of-control Feng Yihan was obviously beyond his expectation.
"Mo An, you..."
Feng Yi turned around and looked at Mo An.
Mo An understood Feng Yi's eyes almost instantly, and nodded again and again: "I can go home alone."
Feng Yi should want to solve Feng Yihan alone.
She was standing by as an outsider, and she felt embarrassed herself, it was better to go back earlier.
"Then you pay attention to safety and call me whenever you have anything."
After Feng Yi stopped a taxi on the side of the road, he asked Mo An to go back first.
Looking at Feng Yihan, who was still crying, Feng Yi took her and walked towards her Maserati.
This is a busy city, and Feng Yihan cries bitterly on the street like this, which has already attracted many people's attention.
He doesn't want people to think that he is a guilty man.
After the car drove out of the city center, Feng Yi stopped on the side of the road with little traffic.
"Go ahead, why are you in a bad mood?"
Feng Yi sat in the convertible and rarely smoked, so he took out the cigarette case in his suit pocket.
The smell of cigarettes quickly permeated the car.
Feng Yi was not in a hurry to listen to Feng Yihan's words, he drew mouthful after mouthful.
"..."
As we drove all the way, Feng Yihan's tears had stopped at this time.
Seeing Feng Yi smoking silently, she had the urge to cry again.
Feng Yi's appearance was clearly a gesture of irritability that he didn't want to listen to her.
"Second brother, are you in love with Mo An?"
Feng Yihan suddenly smiled sadly after pondering for a while.
When the cigarette holder reached his lips, Feng Yi suddenly stopped smoking.
"You think too much, right? Mo An is just a fifteen-year-old girl, and I am not so beastly!"
Feng Yi's eyes looked like a ghost, looking at Feng Yihan as if looking at a neurosis.
He and Mo An?
How is this possible!
He came up with the idea of ​​taking Mo An abroad.
But he only saw Mo An walking on a crooked road, and then he wanted to take her away, don't stay between Fengsheng and Luo Yangyang.
This is his only motivation.
He is also a man of twenty-five and sixteen years old.
To a fifteen-year-old girl who has not developed much due to malnutrition, can he think about that?
"What happened when I was fifteen? When I was fifteen, the look in my eyes changed."
Feng Yihan does not think Feng Yi's explanation is convincing.
Maybe Feng Yi likes such a little girl. Now that she grows up, he doesn't like her anymore.
As soon as Feng Yi's hand gripped the cigarette, the cylindrical cigarette between his fingers was directly pinched flat.
"What? I have nothing to say?"
Feng Yi's silence became hard evidence in Feng Yihan's eyes.