Although Jun Mohan already knew clearly in his heart that Feng Sujin was the person he had been trying to find all these years.
But when I saw the photos of her when she was a child, my heart still trembled suddenly, and the memories about their past suddenly came out.
Some of the emotions that he had deliberately suppressed seemed to pour down like a tide, roaring and sweeping through his body.
Feng Sujin was still smiling at first, but when she saw the charming look in Jun Mohan's eyes, her heart beat a few times quickly, and she always felt that there was a whirlpool inside that wanted to swallow everything.
"Mo Han?"
Feng Sujin's voice brought Jun Mohan back to his senses. He looked at Feng Sujin deeply and almost couldn't hold back his emotions.
He didn't want to scare his Ajin yet.
"Mo Han, what's wrong? Wasn't I beautiful when I was a child?"
Jun Mohan's throat moved, and he couldn't help but reached out and caressed Feng Sujin's cheek, "Ajin, it's beautiful. I was a little lost in thought."
Feng Sujin smiled happily. For some reason, she was very happy when her Mr. Jun said it looked good.
But she always felt that something was wrong with Jun Mohan, but she couldn't tell.
"There is also this family photo. I have kept it beside me all these years. When I feel uncomfortable or unhappy, I take it out and look at it. My whole body will be full of strength again."
Jun Mohan looked at her family photo and said, "Ajin doesn't look much like your parents."
Feng Sujin was a little confused and pouted: "Don't you think it's different? It seems that others have said so, but my parents said that I am from the Feng family."
Jun Mohan touched Feng Sujin's hair lovingly and tenderly. He lowered his head and looked at Feng Sujin's photo carefully again, "Is this what you are wearing around your neck?"
"My mother asked me to wear this. She said it was a jade butterfly and it was very important. But in the eyes of others, it is just a stone."
"Then where did you put it?"
Feng Sujin smiled mysteriously, leaned towards Jun Mohan, hugged his neck, and whispered in his ear: "I hid under the tree in the yard of my hometown."
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's cunning look, smiled softly, and scratched her nose lovingly, "Naughty."
"Ajin, will you give me this photo?"
"What's mine is yours, it's yours if you like it."
Hearing these words, Jun Mohan's heart moved. He raised Feng Sujin's chin and kissed her. Once he kissed her, he got out of hand.
I was so sure that she was the person she was when she was a child, and when I saw the photos of her when she was a child, I couldn't hold back some of my emotions, and I could only love and express them in this way.
Feng Sujin was pressed down on the sofa in a daze, "Well, Mo Han..."
She couldn't resist his breath and his teasing.
"Ajin, don't worry, I'll give it to you."
A night of passion, lingering sadness.
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On the other side, in the senior suite of the Royal Palace, Nalan Yunqing sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view of Beiquan City, his dark eyes flashing with a deep and complex light.
In the afternoon, the woman who passed by him gave him a familiar aura.
Nalan Yunqing didn't remember who it was for a while.
This time we want to investigate something in Beiquan City. In fact, to put it bluntly, we want to investigate Jun Mohan, the hegemonic figure that no one dares to mess with in the imperial capital!
An elegant smile appeared on Nalan Yunqing's lips. There were too many legends about Jun Mohan among the dignitaries of the imperial capital.
If it weren't for the fact that Jun Mohan was a very important and troublesome person, he wouldn't have come in person even if Beiquan City was trying to break the news.
While Nalan Yunqing was meditating, he answered an overseas phone call. When he saw the person displayed on the phone, Nalan Yunqing's eyes softened.
"Sixuan, haven't you slept yet?"
"Yun Qing, I heard that you are not in the imperial capital, so I am a little worried."