Chapter 121: Lincheng Cemetery

"Young mistress, I've made tofu fish head soup, you bring it up to young master." 。Before she could even blink, Zhang's sister had placed a bowl of milky white tofu fish head soup in front of her. 。...After Fu Mo'han finished speaking, he left the bedroom directly and went to the living room to wait.

Lin Jinran couldn't help but purse her lips as she watched Fu Mo's receding figure. She tipped the contents of her bag onto the bed, and upon seeing what lay there, a blush crept onto her fair cheeks.

Apart from a pure white dress suit, there are also close-fitting undergarments and shoes.

Her underwear was completely soaked and uncomfortable to wear.

Unexpectedly, Fu Mo'han had thought this through quite well and prepared it for her.

Lin Jinran bit her lower lip and shook her head in denial.

It's probably not something he prepared. The fact that he could even prepare a dress for her is already surprising, let alone such meticulously prepared undergarments. It's impossible!

Lin Jinran didn't overthink it, and within ten minutes, she was dressed and washed, appearing in the living room.

At a glance, she saw the tall and slender Fu Mochen. He was standing by the window on one side of the wall, his dark eyes looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Fu Mo Han heard the slight sound of footsteps behind him, he suddenly turned his body and looked at Lin Jin Ran.

A brand new pure white dress sets off Lin Jinran's innocent temperament, making her even more beautiful. Her flawless complexion without makeup resembles an immortal who has never experienced the affairs of mortals.

Some people set off clothes, and some clothes set off people, she is the latter.

Faced with Fu Mochen's direct gaze, Lin Jinfan felt uneasy in his heart. He lowered his head to glance at himself, making sure he was dressed appropriately and had no issues.

It's nothing.

Just as he was thinking, Fu Mo Han had already retracted his gaze. His long legs strode towards the door, one hand gracefully tucked into his trouser pocket, coldly saying, "Follow me."

Lin Jin ran lightly behind Fu Mo Han, her legs still a bit sore and weak. She gritted her teeth tightly, not making a sound, refusing to appear weak in front of Fu Mo Han.

The two people left the hotel and got into the car. Lin Jinran sat quietly by the window, keeping a distance from Fu Mo'han and trying her best to make him ignore her presence.

She looked out the window at the scenery rushing past, wondering silently if she was going back

Isn't Fu Mo'han going to sweep the tomb Or, did he already come back while she was unconscious

Lin Jinran also found it rather amusing. What did it have to do with him whether he went or not, Ye Xiao was indeed handsome, his features meticulously carved, a feast for the eyes.If not for her overly domineering demeanor, she would truly be an object worthy of artistic appreciation.Thinking...