Chapter 854 (1/2)

At this moment, Feng Yimo's heart was hesitating. There were two different voices in his heart. On the one hand, he hated Yin Lanxi's excrement stirring stick. On the other hand, he looked forward to it. If it was really her poison or her hands and feet, could it be another good thing? At least when the cause of the disease is found, the hope of Reno's rescue is greatly increased!

But for this shameful idea, Feng Yimo was distressed: how could he hope that Rino was poisoned by her? Isn't he the culprit of all that happened to her?

”Don't withdraw your hands, Yin Lanxi. Dig deeper! Maybe it's something to do with Rino's illness! ”

After hanging up, Feng Yimo found another unread message.

[Qinglong Nanshan, not to be seen, not to be separated.]

in a word, all the guesses of the desert were verified. The decadent body buried in the back of the chair, the desert closed its eyes, and the dark fundus of the eyes filled with endless icy haze.

A moment later, he started the car and turned it around again. This time, he went to Nanshan hotel.

At seven o'clock, he arrived on time, but the place where the two met was changed to the nearby Qinglong hill, a hillside that can also enjoy the scenery of the half wall of Qingcheng.

When Feng Yimo ascended the mountain, in the cold wind, a white shadow of depression had leaped to the top of the mountain.

White skirt floating, hair floating, at this moment, the feeling of sealing the desert is really real - depression!

There is no pitiful feeling of sympathy, even the instinctive feebleness, no longer exists. The cold eyes are like the annoying cockroach on the ground:

”here I am!”

Similarly, the voice of KaiKou and fengyimo did not fluctuate at all.

The voice of Xi rate can't be ignored. Unexpectedly, for a long time, Yin Lanxi didn't move, and his straight eyes fell on the dim lights at the foot of the mountain.

I don't know how long it has been quiet. A ghost like feeling comes up: ”the lights at night are really beautiful, aren't they?”

Slowly turning around, Yin Lanxi's specially decorated face is as beautiful as before, but empty as the plastic flower that was formed at that time.

He put his hands in his pockets, looked at the light of his eyes, and didn't say a word.

At the same time, Yin Lanxi's eyes are floating, but the desert is cold and icy. It's really like another world.

”Mo, remember when we first came here? Here is still a pile of desolate small mounds. There are only a few green tiles and red walls at the foot of the mountain. In a few years, it turns out that it is a high-rise building ～ ”

the mound seems to be still that mound, but the scenery at the foot of the mountain is quite different.

Yin Lanxi is filled with endless emotion, feeling sad: because the beautiful things in her memory are all different, such as people, things, even scenery.

Feng Yimo is silent all the way: he wants to see what medicine she sells in the gourd!

”Yimo, why are we like this? Am I getting too much, or are you leaving me too little? It's said that a man will get worse if he has money. No matter how inside he is, it seems to be verified again - ”br >

before, he indulged her like that! Before, without a lot of money, she was really happy. If she still stays before the age of 18, how wonderful it would be!