Chapter 1837: 1837
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Having said that, his feet seemed to grow on the ground, and he didn't move half an inch. Feng Shaojin's figure cast a shadow in the light of the candle and printed it on the quilt.
Mo Ling Wei sees him motionless, the head droops lower: "you, still have what matter?"
"Would you hate me if I wanted to stay?" Feng Shaojin is not willing to ask.
It's a big concession to know that she is always disciplined and can disobey the common customs and follow him to Yuncheng, but he greedily thinks that everything she has is not enough.
Looking at her is like looking at the moon in the mirror. The short warmth and warmth are illusory.
They don't belong to him, they're all stolen, they're all untrue.
But even if these things are based on deception and concealment, Feng Shaojin still yearns for a little warmth.
Only in this way can he tell himself that everything he insists on is valuable.
The elder brother exchanged his life for his life. Before he died, he asked him not to bear her. He shouldered the heavy burden that Feng Shaoqing left him and had to take the responsibility of protecting the peace of the south.
He resisted the persecution of Fengjia and even the whole Cloud City. If he made a mistake, he would lose everything.
He can't afford to lose, and he doesn't want to.
Mo Ling Wei lifts Mou, full is don't understand of looking at him.
Feng Shaojin clenched her back alveolar, avoided her clear eyes, leaned over to tuck in the corner for her: "I'm sorry, I'm rude to you, you have a good rest, I went back to the guest room."
He walked away quickly, his figure out of the bedroom like the wind and disappeared at the door.
Mo Lingwei is stunned. She always feels that he seems to have something on his mind. She is too depressed. She doesn't look like a man who is about to get engaged. She doesn't have the slightest happiness.
But on second thought, it was probably the lack of food and grass in the south that made him worried.
Toss and turn most of the night, Mo Ling Wei just shallow sleep.
Compared with the past, the downstairs is very quiet, and the cry of night insects can be heard occasionally in the whole other courtyard...
the next day, Mo Lingwei opens the door, and finds Feng Shaojin waiting at the door. He holds the railing with both hands and faces her bedroom door.
Hearing the sound of opening the door, Feng Shaojin turned around and laughed. Her indifferent eyes became soft instantly: "up?"
He took her hand and went downstairs: "in recent days, I may be busy for a long time. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for a long time.
You want to go to the nearby church to help people heal. I've arranged it. In a few days, Gu Wei will come and accompany you. "
He met all the demands that she put forward.
"Good." Mo Lingwei considerate opening: "you busy your good."
After breakfast, Mo Lingwei takes him to the car and leaves, returns to the bedroom, turns over the thick stack of newspapers brought by Feng Shaojin, and checks the latest news of Southern Cloud City...
a few days later, Gu Wei comes and drives her to the church in person to help treat the patients in the clinic.
When Mo Lingwei rushes over, someone is seriously injured and needs to be sewn up. She takes the tool box in a hurry and starts to treat the wound for the injured.
The injured man was a big man. At first sight, he didn't look like an ordinary man. His body bone was also very strong. The wound spread from the shoulder to the waist and abdomen.
Mo Lingwei cut open the man's clothes, scrubbed the wound with red medicine, and asked in a low voice: "was it cut with a knife?"
The man nervously looked at Gu Wei standing by the door and nodded: "yes."
The words are precious.
Mo Lingwei sprinkled anesthetic powder around his wound and asked in a low voice: "is there any injury?"
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Having said that, his feet seemed to grow on the ground, and he didn't move half an inch. Feng Shaojin's figure cast a shadow in the light of the candle and printed it on the quilt.
Mo Ling Wei sees him motionless, the head droops lower: "you, still have what matter?"
"Would you hate me if I wanted to stay?" Feng Shaojin is not willing to ask.
It's a big concession to know that she is always disciplined and can disobey the common customs and follow him to Yuncheng, but he greedily thinks that everything she has is not enough.
Looking at her is like looking at the moon in the mirror. The short warmth and warmth are illusory.
They don't belong to him, they're all stolen, they're all untrue.
But even if these things are based on deception and concealment, Feng Shaojin still yearns for a little warmth.
Only in this way can he tell himself that everything he insists on is valuable.
The elder brother exchanged his life for his life. Before he died, he asked him not to bear her. He shouldered the heavy burden that Feng Shaoqing left him and had to take the responsibility of protecting the peace of the south.
He resisted the persecution of Fengjia and even the whole Cloud City. If he made a mistake, he would lose everything.
He can't afford to lose, and he doesn't want to.
Mo Ling Wei lifts Mou, full is don't understand of looking at him.
Feng Shaojin clenched her back alveolar, avoided her clear eyes, leaned over to tuck in the corner for her: "I'm sorry, I'm rude to you, you have a good rest, I went back to the guest room."
He walked away quickly, his figure out of the bedroom like the wind and disappeared at the door.
Mo Lingwei is stunned. She always feels that he seems to have something on his mind. She is too depressed. She doesn't look like a man who is about to get engaged. She doesn't have the slightest happiness.
But on second thought, it was probably the lack of food and grass in the south that made him worried.
Toss and turn most of the night, Mo Ling Wei just shallow sleep.
Compared with the past, the downstairs is very quiet, and the cry of night insects can be heard occasionally in the whole other courtyard...
the next day, Mo Lingwei opens the door, and finds Feng Shaojin waiting at the door. He holds the railing with both hands and faces her bedroom door.
Hearing the sound of opening the door, Feng Shaojin turned around and laughed. Her indifferent eyes became soft instantly: "up?"
He took her hand and went downstairs: "in recent days, I may be busy for a long time. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for a long time.
You want to go to the nearby church to help people heal. I've arranged it. In a few days, Gu Wei will come and accompany you. "
He met all the demands that she put forward.
"Good." Mo Lingwei considerate opening: "you busy your good."
After breakfast, Mo Lingwei takes him to the car and leaves, returns to the bedroom, turns over the thick stack of newspapers brought by Feng Shaojin, and checks the latest news of Southern Cloud City...
a few days later, Gu Wei comes and drives her to the church in person to help treat the patients in the clinic.
When Mo Lingwei rushes over, someone is seriously injured and needs to be sewn up. She takes the tool box in a hurry and starts to treat the wound for the injured.
The injured man was a big man. At first sight, he didn't look like an ordinary man. His body bone was also very strong. The wound spread from the shoulder to the waist and abdomen.
Mo Lingwei cut open the man's clothes, scrubbed the wound with red medicine, and asked in a low voice: "was it cut with a knife?"
The man nervously looked at Gu Wei standing by the door and nodded: "yes."
The words are precious.
Mo Lingwei sprinkled anesthetic powder around his wound and asked in a low voice: "is there any injury?"
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Having said that, his feet seemed to grow on the ground, and he didn't move half an inch. Feng Shaojin's figure cast a shadow in the light of the candle and printed it on the quilt. Mo Ling Wei sees him motionless, the head droops lower: "you, still have what matter?" "Would you hate me if I wanted to stay?" Feng Shaojin is not willing to ask. It's a big concession to know that she is always disciplined and can disobey the common customs and follow him to Yuncheng, but he greedily thinks that everything she has is not enough. Looking at her is like looking at the moon in the mirror. The short warmth and warmth are illusory. They don't belong to him, they're all stolen, they're all untrue. But even if these things are based on deception and concealment, Feng Shaojin still yearns for a little warmth. Only in this way can he tell himself that everything he insists on is valuable. The elder brother exchanged his life for his life. Before he died, he asked him not to bear her. He shouldered the heavy burden that Feng Shaoqing left him and had to take the responsibility of protecting the peace of the south. He resisted the persecution of Fengjia and even the whole Cloud City. If he made a mistake, he would lose everything. He can't afford to lose, and he doesn't want to. Mo Ling Wei lifts Mou, full is don't understand of looking at him. Feng Shaojin clenched her back alveolar, avoided her clear eyes, leaned over to tuck in the corner for her: "I'm sorry, I'm rude to you, you have a good rest, I went back to the guest room." He walked away quickly, his figure out of the bedroom like the wind and disappeared at the door. Mo Lingwei is stunned. She always feels that he seems to have something on his mind. She is too depressed. She doesn't look like a man who is about to get engaged. She doesn't have the slightest happiness. But on second thought, it was probably the lack of food and grass in the south that made him worried. Toss and turn most of the night, Mo Ling Wei just shallow sleep. Compared with the past, the downstairs is very quiet, and the cry of night insects can be heard occasionally in the whole other courtyard... the next day, Mo Lingwei opens the door, and finds Feng Shaojin waiting at the door. He holds the railing with both hands and faces her bedroom door. Hearing the sound of opening the door, Feng Shaojin turned around and laughed. Her indifferent eyes became soft instantly: "up?" He took her hand and went downstairs: "in recent days, I may be busy for a long time. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for a long time. You want to go to the nearby church to help people heal. I've arranged it. In a few days, Gu Wei will come and accompany you. " He met all the demands that she put forward. "Good." Mo Lingwei considerate opening: "you busy your good." After breakfast, Mo Lingwei takes him to the car and leaves, returns to the bedroom, turns over the thick stack of newspapers brought by Feng Shaojin, and checks the latest news of Southern Cloud City... a few days later, Gu Wei comes and drives her to the church in person to help treat the patients in the clinic. When Mo Lingwei rushes over, someone is seriously injured and needs to be sewn up. She takes the tool box in a hurry and starts to treat the wound for the injured. The injured man was a big man. At first sight, he didn't look like an ordinary man. His body bone was also very strong. The wound spread from the shoulder to the waist and abdomen. Mo Lingwei cut open the man's clothes, scrubbed the wound with red medicine, and asked in a low voice: "was it cut with a knife?" The man nervously looked at Gu Wei standing by the door and nodded: "yes." The words are precious. Mo Lingwei sprinkled anesthetic powder around his wound and asked in a low voice: "is there any injury?" www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
