Actually, Fan Ling and Mu Feng did not have much real jehu. They only had a few plans. When they first met, they saw Mu Feng's bloody meeting. When they met, they didn't do anything when they met, but they were still so cruel.
When He Mufeng came back, he found that this man had another side, and it was completely different from the Ghost Emperor she knew. She always believed that Mufeng should be a cold man in reality, but who knew that he was a typical hooligan and pervert.
Is he really like this?
Fan Ling would not believe that he was not an absolutely cruel person, he was born to killers. She could understand what the reason for this cruelty and cruelty was, and he was not a hooligan. Maybe men were all animals that he thought about, but Fan Ling believed that there was another side hidden under that gushing, otherwise how could the women around him follow him so wholeheartedly?
Although Fan Ling knew a little in her heart, she was still a little uncomfortable in the face of Mu Feng's teasing. This person is really, he always speaks like that and does not know how to pay attention at all.[
As she thought about it, Fan Ling lowered her head and the blush on her face became deeper. She had never been without men since she was a child, but that kind of jehu is not emotional. Suddenly, she felt at a loss in her heart.
Looking at Fan Ling's shyness, Mu Feng felt proud. He never denied that he was a lustful person. He had an impulse when he saw a beautiful woman. But the experience during this period made him understand a lot. He liked a woman not just because of her beautiful body, but Fan Ling was not a person who only had a body.
Mu Feng let her go the first time because she saved Wang Luoshan in a critical moment, and found that she was on the way to yyng when she met. The second time she met her, she brought her back because she didn't want to see such a miserable woman repeat her mistakes. It was a kind of luck that he could meet Mo Ao, and Fan Ling didn't have this kind of luck, and he just acted as such luck.
"Lingling"
"Let me go, I have told you before that I am not the kind of woman you imagined. If you help me because you value my beauty, I would rather go back by myself and die by myself." Fan Ling's temperament is also relatively stubborn. Even if she is a little throbbing with Mu Feng, she is unwilling to accept a woman who is regarded as a toy.
Mu Feng let go of her, then turned her back, put her hands on her shoulders, no longer the funny feeling she had just now, and looked at her gently, "What kind of woman do you think I think you are?"
"I..." suddenly stopped Fan Ling.
Shrugged, Mu Feng said, "Yes, I admit that I am treating women very much. In your eyes, maybe I am a bastard. Any woman will mind this, but I can't give up any of them. Maybe I liked them before, but now it should be called love."
"Everyone has a different definition of love. Maybe it's ridiculous for me to do this in the eyes of others, but I am me, Mu Feng, I will not deliberately change myself. Once I deliberately change it, it's not me."
"I can't guarantee that my women will be the happiest person in the world, but I can do my best to love them."
After pausing, Mu Feng's hand that was placed on Fan Ling's shoulder slowly moved upwards, and finally held her cheek. Seeing Mu Feng slowly approaching, Fan Ling's heart was beating wildly. What did he want to do? How could he do this to me? No, I can't do this.
However, thinking so in her heart, she struggled with consciousness, but Fan Ling did not react physically until Mu Feng's mouth was printed on her forehead that she came back to her senses, "You...what are you doing?"
After kissing his forehead, Mu Feng looked in a slight look, "Lingling, do you know why I didn't kill you the first time and brought you back the second time?"
"Why?" Fan Ling was curious and nervous. This guy didn't have any idea about him since the first time.
"Because you start thinking about the right or wrong of a killer doing things, you are not a killing machine of a killer organization, you begin to have your own thoughts, this is a good thing and a bad thing." Mu Feng sighed, "Okay, because you have come alive, you are not a machine but a person, bad, because if this continues, you will die sooner or later. I have walked the same path as you, and I don't want to see you embark on this path."
Fan Ling looked at Mu Feng blankly. She had never thought about this problem. She came to China with Scars and the Nine Men because of Jiu Gun's death. She didn't expect Scars and others to kidnap a woman. She didn't agree much at that time, but she was not easy to object. Finally, when the seventh brother targeted Wang Luoshan, she finally made the decision to let her go.
Mu Feng thought more about that action just because of his actions, which surprised Fan Ling, but it is undeniable that what he said is true.
"I was almost desperate when I was chased by the people in the organization, but at that time I met a person I respect most in my life. He saved me and made me get more. He is the noble person in my destiny. Now that you are facing the same fate, let me play that role."
With a faint smile, Mu Feng reached out and raised Fan Ling's chin, "Of course, I am a man, a man who likes beauty, and you are a beautiful woman. I am not so hypocritical that I don't feel anything to you, do you understand?"[
Fan Ling was stiff all over, not knowing what to say, but she wanted to escape but couldn't force herself. Looking at Mu Feng's tender eyes, her heart beat faster and she looked away in panic.
Mu Feng let go of one hand and walked around Fan Ling's slender waist. After trying it twice, he still touched her and hugged her and pressed her against her chest, "Lingling, can you please take care of you?"
"I am Mu Feng, I" Fan Ling has already started to speak in a word. This is the first confession she has encountered in her life, and it is also the first time she has been so close to a man. She doesn't know what to do. Looking at Mu Feng's seriousness and listening to those affectionate words, it is false that she has no touch in her heart.
But, is it really possible?
Can she have love?
She had never thought about this question, and she dared not think about it. However, now it was truly in front of her, with contradictions and uneasiness, expectations and complexity, and now it filled her heart.
"I will not only not let others hurt you, but I will also love you with my heart. Maybe it's because we have the same life, but this is no longer important. What's important is that I will do this, and you must promise me." Mu Feng's tone became tough.
Fan Ling pouted, "You are so domineering, I didn't agree to you."
"Haha, you can't agree."
"You have never seen someone like you who are so sloppy."
"I am such a person." Mu Feng smiled proudly and slowly approached his head. This time his target was not his forehead, but his delicate lips.