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Feng Shaojin turned to Gu Wei, who was standing at the door, and said, "go back to the governor's house and take Yi Chen to come here."
Gu Wei was also worried about Feng Shaojin's body. Hearing the words, he turned and went downstairs.
Feng Shaojin stood beside Mo Lingwei. She felt black in front of her eyes. Her breath seemed to be burning hot.
He sat down at the edge of the bed, hugged her from behind, and said in a soft voice, "don't worry, Yi Chen will come soon. Xiu'er will be OK. "
the faint bitter fragrance of the woman's body went straight to his nose. Feng Shaojin held up her spirit and felt that the discomfort in her body seemed to have abated.
He slid his hand down her arm, held her hand, felt the wound in her palm with his finger pulp, and turned her palm over with a long wound across the whole palm.
The skin and flesh had turned out, and the wound seemed to have been smeared with ointment. It was just a simple treatment, but the surrounding of the wound was red and swollen. The wound was a bit ferocious, and it was still full of blood.
Feng Shaojin's skull is very painful. In a trance, she seems to think that she is also injured.
He found the medicine box, half knelt in front of her, carefully bandaged the wound for her, Mo Lingwei was like a puppet, let him toss, even did not say a word, as if the hand is not his own.
Feng Shaojin raised her eyes to see her, pointed to the abdomen and stroked her cheek. She spread her messy hair around her ears and pulled it behind her ears. Wen Sheng asked, "is it very painful?"
Mo Ling Wei's eyes are empty and empty. She stares at the extremely restless Xiu'er for a moment. She doesn't even bother to give him the rest of the light from the corner of her eyes.
Feng Shaojin wants to explain something, but seeing her like this, she doesn't seem willing to listen at all, and doesn't know how to mention it.
Only in a low voice again and again to comfort her: "you don't worry too much, Xiuer has been in good health, it will be OK."
When Feng Yichen comes over, it's just like this scene. The sick man, who is dizzy and can't even stand, kneels down in front of Mo Lingwei, holds her hand wrapped with gauze, and says something to her in a soft voice.
Mo Lingwei doesn't respond at all. She regards Feng Shaojin as the air.
Feng Yichen's heart without reason ignites a small flame, adding a bit of anger: Feng Shaojin and Mo Jinlan in order to keep their innocence, a high fever did not subside then rushed over, the other is still in a coma, such a price, is not to let you get a little misunderstanding?
Why don't you even want to look at him, just as he doesn't exist?
Why?
Don't you think you're rare by Feng Shaojin?
Gu Wei sees that Feng Yichen's whole body's breath has changed. He soon realizes something strange and says in a low voice: "the young master has been greatly stimulated. He seems to be burning more seriously than the young commander."
Feng Yichen:....
Feng Yichen quickly stepped into the bedroom, twisted Feng Shaojin up, pushed her to a chair and sat down: "you have a high fever. Take care of yourself first."
Feng Shaojin sat down on the chair, only felt that the stars in front of her were a little bit dizzy, dizzy, and even had no strength to stand up again.
Feng Yichen glances at Mo Lingwei with a wooden look and raises his hand to touch Xiu'er's forehead. He is also startled. He opens the thin quilt on the child and unties the child's clothes. Looking at Xiu'er who is burning all over, his eyes suddenly shrink.
How could that be?
No wonder Mo Lingwei looks like a walking corpse. If the child continues to burn for a long time, even if she survives, her brain will be burned and she will become a fool....
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Feng Shaojin turned to Gu Wei, who was standing at the door, and said, "go back to the governor's house and take Yi Chen to come here."
Gu Wei was also worried about Feng Shaojin's body. Hearing the words, he turned and went downstairs.
Feng Shaojin stood beside Mo Lingwei. She felt black in front of her eyes. Her breath seemed to be burning hot.
He sat down at the edge of the bed, hugged her from behind, and said in a soft voice, "don't worry, Yi Chen will come soon. Xiu'er will be OK. "
the faint bitter fragrance of the woman's body went straight to his nose. Feng Shaojin held up her spirit and felt that the discomfort in her body seemed to have abated.
He slid his hand down her arm, held her hand, felt the wound in her palm with his finger pulp, and turned her palm over with a long wound across the whole palm.
The skin and flesh had turned out, and the wound seemed to have been smeared with ointment. It was just a simple treatment, but the surrounding of the wound was red and swollen. The wound was a bit ferocious, and it was still full of blood.
Feng Shaojin's skull is very painful. In a trance, she seems to think that she is also injured.
He found the medicine box, half knelt in front of her, carefully bandaged the wound for her, Mo Lingwei was like a puppet, let him toss, even did not say a word, as if the hand is not his own.
Feng Shaojin raised her eyes to see her, pointed to the abdomen and stroked her cheek. She spread her messy hair around her ears and pulled it behind her ears. Wen Sheng asked, "is it very painful?"
Mo Ling Wei's eyes are empty and empty. She stares at the extremely restless Xiu'er for a moment. She doesn't even bother to give him the rest of the light from the corner of her eyes.
Feng Shaojin wants to explain something, but seeing her like this, she doesn't seem willing to listen at all, and doesn't know how to mention it.
Only in a low voice again and again to comfort her: "you don't worry too much, Xiuer has been in good health, it will be OK."
When Feng Yichen comes over, it's just like this scene. The sick man, who is dizzy and can't even stand, kneels down in front of Mo Lingwei, holds her hand wrapped with gauze, and says something to her in a soft voice.
Mo Lingwei doesn't respond at all. She regards Feng Shaojin as the air.
Feng Yichen's heart without reason ignites a small flame, adding a bit of anger: Feng Shaojin and Mo Jinlan in order to keep their innocence, a high fever did not subside then rushed over, the other is still in a coma, such a price, is not to let you get a little misunderstanding?
Why don't you even want to look at him, just as he doesn't exist?
Why?
Don't you think you're rare by Feng Shaojin?
Gu Wei sees that Feng Yichen's whole body's breath has changed. He soon realizes something strange and says in a low voice: "the young master has been greatly stimulated. He seems to be burning more seriously than the young commander."
Feng Yichen:....
Feng Yichen quickly stepped into the bedroom, twisted Feng Shaojin up, pushed her to a chair and sat down: "you have a high fever. Take care of yourself first."
Feng Shaojin sat down on the chair, only felt that the stars in front of her were a little bit dizzy, dizzy, and even had no strength to stand up again.
Feng Yichen glances at Mo Lingwei with a wooden look and raises his hand to touch Xiu'er's forehead. He is also startled. He opens the thin quilt on the child and unties the child's clothes. Looking at Xiu'er who is burning all over, his eyes suddenly shrink.
How could that be?
No wonder Mo Lingwei looks like a walking corpse. If the child continues to burn for a long time, even if she survives, her brain will be burned and she will become a fool....
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Feng Shaojin turned to Gu Wei, who was standing at the door, and said, "go back to the governor's house and take Yi Chen to come here." Gu Wei was also worried about Feng Shaojin's body. Hearing the words, he turned and went downstairs. Feng Shaojin stood beside Mo Lingwei. She felt black in front of her eyes. Her breath seemed to be burning hot. He sat down at the edge of the bed, hugged her from behind, and said in a soft voice, "don't worry, Yi Chen will come soon. Xiu'er will be OK. "the faint bitter fragrance of the woman's body went straight to his nose. Feng Shaojin held up her spirit and felt that the discomfort in her body seemed to have abated. He slid his hand down her arm, held her hand, felt the wound in her palm with his finger pulp, and turned her palm over with a long wound across the whole palm. The skin and flesh had turned out, and the wound seemed to have been smeared with ointment. It was just a simple treatment, but the surrounding of the wound was red and swollen. The wound was a bit ferocious, and it was still full of blood. Feng Shaojin's skull is very painful. In a trance, she seems to think that she is also injured. He found the medicine box, half knelt in front of her, carefully bandaged the wound for her, Mo Lingwei was like a puppet, let him toss, even did not say a word, as if the hand is not his own. Feng Shaojin raised her eyes to see her, pointed to the abdomen and stroked her cheek. She spread her messy hair around her ears and pulled it behind her ears. Wen Sheng asked, "is it very painful?" Mo Ling Wei's eyes are empty and empty. She stares at the extremely restless Xiu'er for a moment. She doesn't even bother to give him the rest of the light from the corner of her eyes. Feng Shaojin wants to explain something, but seeing her like this, she doesn't seem willing to listen at all, and doesn't know how to mention it. Only in a low voice again and again to comfort her: "you don't worry too much, Xiuer has been in good health, it will be OK." When Feng Yichen comes over, it's just like this scene. The sick man, who is dizzy and can't even stand, kneels down in front of Mo Lingwei, holds her hand wrapped with gauze, and says something to her in a soft voice. Mo Lingwei doesn't respond at all. She regards Feng Shaojin as the air. Feng Yichen's heart without reason ignites a small flame, adding a bit of anger: Feng Shaojin and Mo Jinlan in order to keep their innocence, a high fever did not subside then rushed over, the other is still in a coma, such a price, is not to let you get a little misunderstanding? Why don't you even want to look at him, just as he doesn't exist? Why? Don't you think you're rare by Feng Shaojin? Gu Wei sees that Feng Yichen's whole body's breath has changed. He soon realizes something strange and says in a low voice: "the young master has been greatly stimulated. He seems to be burning more seriously than the young commander." Feng Yichen:.... Feng Yichen quickly stepped into the bedroom, twisted Feng Shaojin up, pushed her to a chair and sat down: "you have a high fever. Take care of yourself first." Feng Shaojin sat down on the chair, only felt that the stars in front of her were a little bit dizzy, dizzy, and even had no strength to stand up again. Feng Yichen glances at Mo Lingwei with a wooden look and raises his hand to touch Xiu'er's forehead. He is also startled. He opens the thin quilt on the child and unties the child's clothes. Looking at Xiu'er who is burning all over, his eyes suddenly shrink. How could that be? No wonder Mo Lingwei looks like a walking corpse. If the child continues to burn for a long time, even if she survives, her brain will be burned and she will become a fool.... no wonder www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
