Chapter 1689: I missed him

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"Feng Xingying, don't mess around, I'm not like that!"
"Then who are you? We just met each other for a few days, and the dangers in my life seemed to be because of you.
Do you count what impressions you have left on me these days?
I said, Dear Emperor, can you show mercy and do good, let me alone? "
"If it was Qin Molin, wouldn't you be like this?" Ji must suddenly approach, staring at Feng Xingying.
"If it was Qin Molin, he would certainly not be entangled with other women, nor would he engage in the third house and the sixth house, let alone such people have the opportunity to hurt me.
I was awake just now. If I fell asleep, she didn't have to ask me, she could assassinate me, wouldn't she?
Even Ji Ji, he wouldn't do this to me.
So I'm sure you are not Ji Jue. Could it be that there are two souls in your body?
Do you need treatment? I can try. "
"Huh, I just want you now!" Emperor Ji Yun was furious and left his sleeve.
Feng Xingying spit out his tongue and did not expect that Emperor Ji Yun was so ruthless that he actually killed Zhuo Huier.
Feng Xingying also wants to wait for Zhuo Huier to make more noise for a while, it is better to make the whole Kowloon city chicken and dog restless, so that she will have a better chance not to marry Ji Yun.
Feng Xingying counted thousands of counts, but still missed Qin Molin.
That night, Feng Xingying just woke up and felt a familiar atmosphere around her. When she looked up, Qin Molin's concerned eyes met.
"Where's the injury?" Qin Molin's voice was a little low.
"I wasn't injured. I lied to Ji Yun. How did you get here? It's dangerous here. If you are found, you might kill yourself, so why risk it?"
Feng Xingying didn't finish talking, and Qin Molin blocked his lips.
His lips and tongues deftly pried her lips a little bit deeper, and gradually searched until they got deeper and deeper.
They all have some feelings of restraint.
This time, without Qin Molin's answer, Feng Xingying also understood that because he was worried about her and thought she was really hurt, he could not help coming to search.
He can trust her and know that she has a way to mediate with Emperor Ji Yun.
But he always couldn't stand her being hurt a little.
The two lingered for a moment, before the flames burned their senses, and had to force a cliff.
"Qin Molin, you bastard." Feng Xingying gasped, panting, and pushed Qin Molin, especially his restless hands, at this time on her back.
But Qin Molin's voice was low: "Hold for a while, just a moment, OK?"
"OK." Feng Xingying responded softly.
She, too, loved his arms.
Even if they just hold it quietly and do nothing, they will make each other feel peaceful.
"Why don't you ask?" Qin Molin said suddenly.
"You didn't even ask." Feng Xingying looked up, and in the eyes of Qin Molin, his pupils were dark-lacquered, and the depressed Gu was a little embarrassing.
Feng Xingying didn't dare to look at it, buried his head in his chest without interest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.
"Okay, let me say it first. I found my father, and he recognized me."
"So are you the real master of Kirin City?"
"Um." Qin Molin shook his head. "It's just the one in Linshan who has arranged a righteous son for his father and is about to move. I'm still a little late."