Chapter 607: Not Planning to Let Her Go

。Their family is currently experiencing the grief of losing a daughter. 。At this time if you go, you will only…” “Well then, I’ll go save Kana. I’ll join forces with Mr. George and wait for Uncle L..."As long as it's for his sake, I don't care about anything." Ji Yushan smiled with relief.

Tong Yimo instantly looked at Ji Yashan in disbelief.

If it were Leng Ye Chen, if other women wanted to have a private date with him, she wouldn't agree so readily.

So, she didn't quite understand Ji Yasha's love for Leng Yifeng.

Afterwards, Ji Yushan arranged Tong Yimo to sleep in Leng Yeshen's master bedroom.

Yishan Bieyuan was a quiet night, this thing Tong Yimò did not know, only when she stepped into the villa, there was a sense of déjà vu.

It seems she used to live here for a while.

Some blurry images flashed through her mind, she seemed to have lived here anxiously waiting for someone once.

The next day, Ji Yushan helped Tong Yimo pick out her outfit for the date and told her some things about Leng Yifeng's preferences.

Tong Yimo could see that Ji Yaxian truly knew Leng Yifeng well.

Such a good girl is right here, why does Leng Yifeng still have to miss a woman who has been dead for many years

After leaving, Leng Yifeng personally drove the car, while Tong Yimo sat in the passenger seat.

After arriving in the city center, besides not holding hands, not hugging, not kissing, and not going to bed, they were doing everything else that couples would normally do.

Eating, shopping, watching movies...

Tong Yimo found it quite boring.

To be more precise, if the man in front of her were replaced by Leng Yechen, she would find it interesting.

Leng Yifeng seemed to see through Tong Yimo's thoughts. After they finished eating at the restaurant and got back in the car, he asked: "Do you want to go back to Xiao Chen's side"

Is that even a question

Tong Yi Mo sat in the passenger seat, but she could only say helplessly and insincerely: "What we're doing today doesn't really mean anything to you. I'm not Ying Ning after all."

"Then can you tell me, why is everything you do, exactly like Ying Ning's" Leng Yifeng frowned slightly.

When he first went on a date with Yingning, he asked her what she wanted to eat. Yingning said hot pot, and Tong Yimo was the same way.

For example, just now when I was having hot pot at the restaurant, Tong Yimo swirled some clear broth with rice noodles and then mixed it in her bowl with peanut sauce.

This was Ying Ning's favorite way to eat before she passed away.

And now...

When she was with Leng Yifeng, her mind wandered to other men.

He went over the scene of their first date with Yingning, with Tong Yimo. And Tong Yimo's performance was exactly the same as Yingning's back then.

"If, Ji Yaxian died, would you also miss her like how you miss Ying Ning" Tong Yimo suddenly asked out of the blue.

Leng Yifeng replied dismissively, "How could Yasha die"

“So, you don't really care about her, do you” Tong Yimo looked up, calmly meeting Leng Yifeng’s eyes. “There’s a girl by your side, wholeheartedly devoted to you. And yet, you keep thinking about a dead woman Aren't you being too infatuated Or perhaps, Ying Ning’s death is related to you, and you feel guilty, that’s why you can’t let go”

When Tong Yimo said this, Leng Yifeng's hands on the steering wheel unconsciously clenched into fists.

After a silence of no more than a few dozen seconds, he suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist.

Cold Yifei's action startled Tong Yimo.

As his grip tightened, her body leaned closer to him.

"You're right, Ying Ning's death is indeed related to me." Leng Yifeng replied in a heavy tone.

Tong Yimo stared at Leng Yifeng, her heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and fear. She even felt a shiver run down her spine.

Just as she was lost in thought, Leng Yifeng pulled out a dagger from somewhere and, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, swung it at her.

Tong Yimo only felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck, followed by a warm liquid sliding across her skin.

When Leng Yifeng retracted his hand, his fingertips were stained with blood, and there was a very small object standing on top.

"It turns out Xiao Chen doesn't fully trust you either, he even installed a nano surveillance and location tracker on you." Leng Yifeng said as he crushed the tiny thing on his fingertip.

Tong Yi Mo winced, clutching her neck in pain. She frowned, her willow brows furrowing with displeasure.

Leng Yifeng rummaged through the storage box and pulled out a bandage. He tore it open and handed it to Tong Yimo: "Stick this on! It's just a flesh wound, it won't kill you."

"Why are you taking this for" Tong Yimo took the bandage and asked displeasedly.

She didn't care, what did this outsider have to do with her

"Because, I don't intend to give you back to Xiaocheng." Leng Yifeng suddenly said coldly.

Tong Yimo widened her eyes instinctively and tried to lean away, reaching for the passenger car door handle. However, Leng Yifeng had locked the door before she could, and only his side of the driver's seat had the button to unlock it.

"What on earth do you want" Tong Yimo couldn't help but roar.

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