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"What do you want?" Mo Lingwei's face became more and more calm and calm. "What do you want to hear? I'll tell you all
Feng Shaojin:...
Feng Shaojin rubbed her face with her finger pulp. He was afraid to see that it didn't matter from her face. His head gradually regained calm: "I still have some important things to deal with now. I'll talk about them later in the evening."
He didn't want to see her dead face like a puppet, even though it was perfect.
He leaned slightly, bit her lip hard, suddenly let her go, turned out of the hall, and walked towards the conference hall.
If he continues to stay, Feng Shaojin doesn't know what kind of things he will do. He needs something to transfer his anger.
Mo Lingwei's thin body shakes, her palm supports the table, and the other hand rubs her shoulder and thin waist. Just now, when she was fighting with Mo Jinlan, her strength suddenly disintegrates.
Holding the wall, she walked back to her bedroom step by step and sat by the edge of the bed.
She really didn't know that Mo Jinlan and Feng Shaojin had suffered so much damage and paid such a heavy price.
If at the beginning, she can blame Feng Shaojin for everything Xiuer bears, but now she knows the whole picture and the truth, and she doesn't know who she should hate without psychological burden.
Mo Lingwei sits in her bedroom until the sun sets and the room gets dark.
With the bedchamber connected to the small room, Mo Lingwei quickly stand up and walk past, but see repair son is holding oil lamp, want to light with charcoal.
Mo Lingwei quickly takes it over, lights the light with a match, looks at the thick pile of portraits on the table, can't help laughing, points to the person above and asks Xiuer, "who is this painting?"
It doesn't look like Chu Yunyao.
"Gu... Gu." Xiuer stretched out her little finger, which was dyed by ink, and ordered some ink. Lingwei said, "you."
Mo Lingwei:....
Mo Lingwei looked at Xiuer's cherry blossom lips, and the water mist rising from the bottom of her eyes suddenly opened, choking: "it turns out that Xiuer is painting my aunt, and it's me."
She hugged Xiuer and said, "aunt, I'm so moved. Thank you, Xiuer."
Children's world is the most simple, all the efforts are rewarded.
Although she often talks about the benefits of her brother and sister-in-law in Xiuer's ear, at this moment, her weight in Xiuer's heart is still the heaviest.
But Mo Lingwei is sad again. If the child grows up beside her parents, it may be another scenery. She deprives her sister-in-law of the right to be kind and filial.
Mo Lingwei poured warm water and scrubbed the ink on Xiu'er's face and fingers. "Xiu'er, please tell me more about your aunt.
Only by speaking more, can you learn to speak slowly. It doesn't matter if you speak slowly. In the future, Xiuer can learn to read the Three Character Classic with his aunt, OK
Xiuer slowly replied, "good."
Mo Lingwei seems to have been greatly comforted. In this war-torn foreign land, there is a relative who has blood relationship with her. Every moment can bring her infinite surprise and countless moving.
It's like flowers blooming in the ruins. You can always see the light and hope.
Mo Lingwei fills Xiuer's bedclothes with two soup ladies. After the quilt is warm and Xiuer is settled down, Mo Lingwei goes back to her bedroom.
She simply combed, lifted the bedding and went in.
Compared with the dry north, the winter in the south is humid and cold, and the heavy bedding seems to be covered with a layer of wet feeling, feeling cold in the palm of the hand....
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"What do you want?" Mo Lingwei's face became more and more calm and calm. "What do you want to hear? I'll tell you all
Feng Shaojin:...
Feng Shaojin rubbed her face with her finger pulp. He was afraid to see that it didn't matter from her face. His head gradually regained calm: "I still have some important things to deal with now. I'll talk about them later in the evening."
He didn't want to see her dead face like a puppet, even though it was perfect.
He leaned slightly, bit her lip hard, suddenly let her go, turned out of the hall, and walked towards the conference hall.
If he continues to stay, Feng Shaojin doesn't know what kind of things he will do. He needs something to transfer his anger.
Mo Lingwei's thin body shakes, her palm supports the table, and the other hand rubs her shoulder and thin waist. Just now, when she was fighting with Mo Jinlan, her strength suddenly disintegrates.
Holding the wall, she walked back to her bedroom step by step and sat by the edge of the bed.
She really didn't know that Mo Jinlan and Feng Shaojin had suffered so much damage and paid such a heavy price.
If at the beginning, she can blame Feng Shaojin for everything Xiuer bears, but now she knows the whole picture and the truth, and she doesn't know who she should hate without psychological burden.
Mo Lingwei sits in her bedroom until the sun sets and the room gets dark.
With the bedchamber connected to the small room, Mo Lingwei quickly stand up and walk past, but see repair son is holding oil lamp, want to light with charcoal.
Mo Lingwei quickly takes it over, lights the light with a match, looks at the thick pile of portraits on the table, can't help laughing, points to the person above and asks Xiuer, "who is this painting?"
It doesn't look like Chu Yunyao.
"Gu... Gu." Xiuer stretched out her little finger, which was dyed by ink, and ordered some ink. Lingwei said, "you."
Mo Lingwei:....
Mo Lingwei looked at Xiuer's cherry blossom lips, and the water mist rising from the bottom of her eyes suddenly opened, choking: "it turns out that Xiuer is painting my aunt, and it's me."
She hugged Xiuer and said, "aunt, I'm so moved. Thank you, Xiuer."
Children's world is the most simple, all the efforts are rewarded.
Although she often talks about the benefits of her brother and sister-in-law in Xiuer's ear, at this moment, her weight in Xiuer's heart is still the heaviest.
But Mo Lingwei is sad again. If the child grows up beside her parents, it may be another scenery. She deprives her sister-in-law of the right to be kind and filial.
Mo Lingwei poured warm water and scrubbed the ink on Xiu'er's face and fingers. "Xiu'er, please tell me more about your aunt.
Only by speaking more, can you learn to speak slowly. It doesn't matter if you speak slowly. In the future, Xiuer can learn to read the Three Character Classic with his aunt, OK
Xiuer slowly replied, "good."
Mo Lingwei seems to have been greatly comforted. In this war-torn foreign land, there is a relative who has blood relationship with her. Every moment can bring her infinite surprise and countless moving.
It's like flowers blooming in the ruins. You can always see the light and hope.
Mo Lingwei fills Xiuer's bedclothes with two soup ladies. After the quilt is warm and Xiuer is settled down, Mo Lingwei goes back to her bedroom.
She simply combed, lifted the bedding and went in.
Compared with the dry north, the winter in the south is humid and cold, and the heavy bedding seems to be covered with a layer of wet feeling, feeling cold in the palm of the hand....
the weather in the south is very cold www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
"What do you want?" Mo Lingwei's face became more and more calm and calm. "What do you want to hear? I'll tell you all Feng Shaojin:... Feng Shaojin rubbed her face with her finger pulp. He was afraid to see that it didn't matter from her face. His head gradually regained calm: "I still have some important things to deal with now. I'll talk about them later in the evening." He didn't want to see her dead face like a puppet, even though it was perfect. He leaned slightly, bit her lip hard, suddenly let her go, turned out of the hall, and walked towards the conference hall. If he continues to stay, Feng Shaojin doesn't know what kind of things he will do. He needs something to transfer his anger. Mo Lingwei's thin body shakes, her palm supports the table, and the other hand rubs her shoulder and thin waist. Just now, when she was fighting with Mo Jinlan, her strength suddenly disintegrates. Holding the wall, she walked back to her bedroom step by step and sat by the edge of the bed. She really didn't know that Mo Jinlan and Feng Shaojin had suffered so much damage and paid such a heavy price. If at the beginning, she can blame Feng Shaojin for everything Xiuer bears, but now she knows the whole picture and the truth, and she doesn't know who she should hate without psychological burden. Mo Lingwei sits in her bedroom until the sun sets and the room gets dark. With the bedchamber connected to the small room, Mo Lingwei quickly stand up and walk past, but see repair son is holding oil lamp, want to light with charcoal. Mo Lingwei quickly takes it over, lights the light with a match, looks at the thick pile of portraits on the table, can't help laughing, points to the person above and asks Xiuer, "who is this painting?" It doesn't look like Chu Yunyao. "Gu... Gu." Xiuer stretched out her little finger, which was dyed by ink, and ordered some ink. Lingwei said, "you." Mo Lingwei:.... Mo Lingwei looked at Xiuer's cherry blossom lips, and the water mist rising from the bottom of her eyes suddenly opened, choking: "it turns out that Xiuer is painting my aunt, and it's me." She hugged Xiuer and said, "aunt, I'm so moved. Thank you, Xiuer." Children's world is the most simple, all the efforts are rewarded. Although she often talks about the benefits of her brother and sister-in-law in Xiuer's ear, at this moment, her weight in Xiuer's heart is still the heaviest. But Mo Lingwei is sad again. If the child grows up beside her parents, it may be another scenery. She deprives her sister-in-law of the right to be kind and filial. Mo Lingwei poured warm water and scrubbed the ink on Xiu'er's face and fingers. "Xiu'er, please tell me more about your aunt. Only by speaking more, can you learn to speak slowly. It doesn't matter if you speak slowly. In the future, Xiuer can learn to read the Three Character Classic with his aunt, OK Xiuer slowly replied, "good." Mo Lingwei seems to have been greatly comforted. In this war-torn foreign land, there is a relative who has blood relationship with her. Every moment can bring her infinite surprise and countless moving. It's like flowers blooming in the ruins. You can always see the light and hope. Mo Lingwei fills Xiuer's bedclothes with two soup ladies. After the quilt is warm and Xiuer is settled down, Mo Lingwei goes back to her bedroom. She simply combed, lifted the bedding and went in. Compared with the dry north, the winter in the south is humid and cold, and the heavy bedding seems to be covered with a layer of wet feeling, feeling cold in the palm of the hand.... the weather in the south is very cold www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
