Chapter 1912: 1912
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Feng Shaojin smile, warm palm caresses her small face: "eat things to sleep, OK?"
The voice sounded like a death knell in Mo Lingwei's ear, her closed eyes suddenly opened.
Entering the eyes is a handsome and extraordinary face. Feng Shaojin's deep and narrow Phoenix eyes are close in front of her, with a slightly coaxing smile, extremely gentle.
If she hadn't experienced everything that happened last night, Mo Lingwei might be as palpitating as before...
but at this moment, her mind is full of Feng Shaojin's Scarlet eyes and slightly twisted faces.
The expression at the bottom of her eyes changed from the calmness that she woke up at the beginning to fear and then to panic.
Mo Lingwei doesn't know where she has the strength. She turns over on the bed and suddenly gets up. She covers the quilt and crawls to the corner of the head of the bed.
Feng Shaojin:...
Feng Shaojin was stunned. At the moment when she saw her frightened sight, her heart began to ache like a knife.
"Ling Wei." He brought the bowl slowly, and the handsome face tried to maintain a faint smile: "I heard that you are ill, I went downstairs to cook some porridge, and brought it up for you to drink."
"I don't drink it." Mo Lingwei clenched the quilt tightly, pushed away her hand and buried her face in the quilt: "I'm not hungry."
The bowl in Feng Shaojin's hand was overturned, and the porridge he cooked was buckled on the bed. The bowl with red glaze on a white background made a dull sound.
Mo Lingwei's head comes out of the quilt, and she's surprised.
Feng Shaojin: ---
Feng Yichen, who is stepping into the door of the guest room: ---
Mo Lingwei is wearing a white suit. Although she is tall, she is slim, and her hair is scattered, which makes her more delicate and weak.
Feng Shaojin's eyes were fixed on her face. From her behavior and expression, she saw fear, panic and fear, but she didn't care at all.
She stabbed him, he personally cooked porridge to bed, but did not expect this result.
The fishy sweetness in Feng Shaojin's throat was surging. He endured it and swallowed it silently.
"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin took back her hand and clenched it into a fist: "are you afraid of me?"
Mo Lingwei wrapped herself up in a quilt, and her whole head was about to retract into the quilt....
Feng Shaojin: "the eyes of Feng Shaojin were red, and the blood was spreading at the bottom of her eyes. He suddenly stood up and reached for her quilt, but Feng Yichen pulled it behind him.
Feng Yichen was helpless and said in a low voice: "brother, Ling Wei is still a patient. If there's anything to do, at least wait until she's better. I think she's in a trance, and her spirit is not very good. I'll feel her pulse again."
He pulled Feng Shaojin out of the guest room: "you go back to the room first, so as not to quarrel again and aggravate her illness. The longer I stay here, even if my wife doesn't know about it, sooner or later she will guess that something is wrong with wenjingyuan."
Feng Yichen drags Feng Shaojin to the bedroom and squats down to check his injury: "I'll see if the wound is cracked."
Open clothes, white gauze has already dyed a piece of scarlet, sure enough, the wound opened again.
Feng Yichen had to sew him up again.
As usual, the servant went upstairs to clean the room at this time. Seeing the situation in the room, he didn't know what to do. He hesitated and stood at the door.
Feng Shaojin heard the movement, turned her head, looked at the door, and said, "go to the guest room quickly, and change all the things on the little lady's bed."
"Yes." The servant nodded and turned to go.
"Wait a minute." Feng Shaojin shouts to the servant, grabs the dagger inlaid with gems on the table and says, "give this to her."
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Feng Shaojin smile, warm palm caresses her small face: "eat things to sleep, OK?"
The voice sounded like a death knell in Mo Lingwei's ear, her closed eyes suddenly opened.
Entering the eyes is a handsome and extraordinary face. Feng Shaojin's deep and narrow Phoenix eyes are close in front of her, with a slightly coaxing smile, extremely gentle.
If she hadn't experienced everything that happened last night, Mo Lingwei might be as palpitating as before...
but at this moment, her mind is full of Feng Shaojin's Scarlet eyes and slightly twisted faces.
The expression at the bottom of her eyes changed from the calmness that she woke up at the beginning to fear and then to panic.
Mo Lingwei doesn't know where she has the strength. She turns over on the bed and suddenly gets up. She covers the quilt and crawls to the corner of the head of the bed.
Feng Shaojin:...
Feng Shaojin was stunned. At the moment when she saw her frightened sight, her heart began to ache like a knife.
"Ling Wei." He brought the bowl slowly, and the handsome face tried to maintain a faint smile: "I heard that you are ill, I went downstairs to cook some porridge, and brought it up for you to drink."
"I don't drink it." Mo Lingwei clenched the quilt tightly, pushed away her hand and buried her face in the quilt: "I'm not hungry."
The bowl in Feng Shaojin's hand was overturned, and the porridge he cooked was buckled on the bed. The bowl with red glaze on a white background made a dull sound.
Mo Lingwei's head comes out of the quilt, and she's surprised.
Feng Shaojin: ---
Feng Yichen, who is stepping into the door of the guest room: ---
Mo Lingwei is wearing a white suit. Although she is tall, she is slim, and her hair is scattered, which makes her more delicate and weak.
Feng Shaojin's eyes were fixed on her face. From her behavior and expression, she saw fear, panic and fear, but she didn't care at all.
She stabbed him, he personally cooked porridge to bed, but did not expect this result.
The fishy sweetness in Feng Shaojin's throat was surging. He endured it and swallowed it silently.
"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin took back her hand and clenched it into a fist: "are you afraid of me?"
Mo Lingwei wrapped herself up in a quilt, and her whole head was about to retract into the quilt....
Feng Shaojin: "the eyes of Feng Shaojin were red, and the blood was spreading at the bottom of her eyes. He suddenly stood up and reached for her quilt, but Feng Yichen pulled it behind him.
Feng Yichen was helpless and said in a low voice: "brother, Ling Wei is still a patient. If there's anything to do, at least wait until she's better. I think she's in a trance, and her spirit is not very good. I'll feel her pulse again."
He pulled Feng Shaojin out of the guest room: "you go back to the room first, so as not to quarrel again and aggravate her illness. The longer I stay here, even if my wife doesn't know about it, sooner or later she will guess that something is wrong with wenjingyuan."
Feng Yichen drags Feng Shaojin to the bedroom and squats down to check his injury: "I'll see if the wound is cracked."
Open clothes, white gauze has already dyed a piece of scarlet, sure enough, the wound opened again.
Feng Yichen had to sew him up again.
As usual, the servant went upstairs to clean the room at this time. Seeing the situation in the room, he didn't know what to do. He hesitated and stood at the door.
Feng Shaojin heard the movement, turned her head, looked at the door, and said, "go to the guest room quickly, and change all the things on the little lady's bed."
"Yes." The servant nodded and turned to go.
"Wait a minute." Feng Shaojin shouts to the servant, grabs the dagger inlaid with gems on the table and says, "give this to her."
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Feng Shaojin smile, warm palm caresses her small face: "eat things to sleep, OK?" The voice sounded like a death knell in Mo Lingwei's ear, her closed eyes suddenly opened. Entering the eyes is a handsome and extraordinary face. Feng Shaojin's deep and narrow Phoenix eyes are close in front of her, with a slightly coaxing smile, extremely gentle. If she hadn't experienced everything that happened last night, Mo Lingwei might be as palpitating as before... but at this moment, her mind is full of Feng Shaojin's Scarlet eyes and slightly twisted faces. The expression at the bottom of her eyes changed from the calmness that she woke up at the beginning to fear and then to panic. Mo Lingwei doesn't know where she has the strength. She turns over on the bed and suddenly gets up. She covers the quilt and crawls to the corner of the head of the bed. Feng Shaojin:... Feng Shaojin was stunned. At the moment when she saw her frightened sight, her heart began to ache like a knife. "Ling Wei." He brought the bowl slowly, and the handsome face tried to maintain a faint smile: "I heard that you are ill, I went downstairs to cook some porridge, and brought it up for you to drink." "I don't drink it." Mo Lingwei clenched the quilt tightly, pushed away her hand and buried her face in the quilt: "I'm not hungry." The bowl in Feng Shaojin's hand was overturned, and the porridge he cooked was buckled on the bed. The bowl with red glaze on a white background made a dull sound. Mo Lingwei's head comes out of the quilt, and she's surprised. Feng Shaojin: --- Feng Yichen, who is stepping into the door of the guest room: --- Mo Lingwei is wearing a white suit. Although she is tall, she is slim, and her hair is scattered, which makes her more delicate and weak. Feng Shaojin's eyes were fixed on her face. From her behavior and expression, she saw fear, panic and fear, but she didn't care at all. She stabbed him, he personally cooked porridge to bed, but did not expect this result. The fishy sweetness in Feng Shaojin's throat was surging. He endured it and swallowed it silently. "Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin took back her hand and clenched it into a fist: "are you afraid of me?" Mo Lingwei wrapped herself up in a quilt, and her whole head was about to retract into the quilt.... Feng Shaojin: "the eyes of Feng Shaojin were red, and the blood was spreading at the bottom of her eyes. He suddenly stood up and reached for her quilt, but Feng Yichen pulled it behind him. Feng Yichen was helpless and said in a low voice: "brother, Ling Wei is still a patient. If there's anything to do, at least wait until she's better. I think she's in a trance, and her spirit is not very good. I'll feel her pulse again." He pulled Feng Shaojin out of the guest room: "you go back to the room first, so as not to quarrel again and aggravate her illness. The longer I stay here, even if my wife doesn't know about it, sooner or later she will guess that something is wrong with wenjingyuan." Feng Yichen drags Feng Shaojin to the bedroom and squats down to check his injury: "I'll see if the wound is cracked." Open clothes, white gauze has already dyed a piece of scarlet, sure enough, the wound opened again. Feng Yichen had to sew him up again. As usual, the servant went upstairs to clean the room at this time. Seeing the situation in the room, he didn't know what to do. He hesitated and stood at the door. Feng Shaojin heard the movement, turned her head, looked at the door, and said, "go to the guest room quickly, and change all the things on the little lady's bed." "Yes." The servant nodded and turned to go. "Wait a minute." Feng Shaojin shouts to the servant, grabs the dagger inlaid with gems on the table and says, "give this to her." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
