Chapter 2536: 2536
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In the shabby bedroom, the cold wind poured in from the broken window. The woman sat in front of the shabby dresser, combing her long waterfall like hair.
The Western mirror reflects her hazy face. When her hair is combed neatly with a peach comb, she picks up the scissors on the table and cuts off a piece of her hair with a "click" sound and puts it on the dressing table.
Then he stood up, fiddled with the plum blossom branches in the jade bottle on the table, and opened the window.
It's snowing outside the window, the wind is biting, and she shivers...
as soon as the picture turns, he comes in from the door, the bedroom is empty, and his vision moves from the neatly stacked bed to the dressing table.
He strode over, picked up the hair that had been cut off and disordered by the wind, straightened it out one by one, cut a piece of red silk cloth, and carefully tied it to the mass of hair.
Then he took out an exquisite brocade bag from the drawer, rolled up the ink hair carefully, put it into the brocade bag, put the brocade bag into his pocket, turned around and left the bedroom...
after waking up, Feng Shaojin couldn't understand why he would place his beloved woman in such a humble place since he was powerful and had no lack of money?
Shouldn't it be to let her live in a magnificent other courtyard?
The next day, at the table.
Feng Yichen stares at Feng Shaojin, who is sitting opposite him, but he sees a dark blue under his eyes. His face is slightly tired and asks: "didn't you sleep well last night?"
Feng Shaojin ate breakfast and nodded her head lightly, which was regarded as the default.
Feng Yichen said, "I'll prepare some tranquilizer for you tonight."
Feng Shaojin raised her finger and pressed the center of her eyebrows: "good."
After breakfast, Feng Shaojin went to the sanatorium with a carriage, just like last time.
Mo Lingwei sits on the swing under the flower rack in the yard, holding a book in her hand, and accompanies the fourth aunt sitting on the stone bench to practice Western dialect.
The guard went to the fourth aunt and said in a low voice, "young master Feng is here again. He said that the powder he used last time was very good. He specially came to thank the young lady and wanted to take some bags of medicine from the young lady..."
the fourth aunt picked her eyebrows, closed the book in her hand and asked, "which young master Feng is it? If young master Feng came here last time, he will take some bags of powder to send him away.
If it's Feng Shaojin, who's eating with us at the same table and has trouble with her legs, welcome in. "
Mo Lingwei doesn't understand: "aunt, how do you treat these two people with such a big difference in attitude?"
Fourth aunt is too cold to hum a: "have you ever seen people saying that they came to thank us specially, but they were sitting in the car. They didn't even open the door of the car. They just let the people under their hands come to me and play with a face smeared with honey?"
Mo Lingwei: "the fourth aunt teaches me with great care:" Miss, whether a person is good or not depends not only on what the person has said to you, but also on what the person has done to you.
If what he says is better than what he sings, what he can do is to hurt your heart and go against your will. It's better for such a person to be far away. "
Mo Lingwei smiles and covers her face with a Book: "aunt, you don't go to school these days. Are you being pursued too much? You just hide here?"
The fourth aunt laughed too and said, "Miss, if you dare to make fun of me again, I'll tell the man named William to pester you here."
Mo Lingwei's smile became more and more fierce, and she said: "aunt, I dare not, I will never make fun of you any more...
while laughing and laughing, Feng Shaojin rolled her wheelchair to the gate of the backyard...
she went to the front of the backyard www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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In the shabby bedroom, the cold wind poured in from the broken window. The woman sat in front of the shabby dresser, combing her long waterfall like hair.
The Western mirror reflects her hazy face. When her hair is combed neatly with a peach comb, she picks up the scissors on the table and cuts off a piece of her hair with a "click" sound and puts it on the dressing table.
Then he stood up, fiddled with the plum blossom branches in the jade bottle on the table, and opened the window.
It's snowing outside the window, the wind is biting, and she shivers...
as soon as the picture turns, he comes in from the door, the bedroom is empty, and his vision moves from the neatly stacked bed to the dressing table.
He strode over, picked up the hair that had been cut off and disordered by the wind, straightened it out one by one, cut a piece of red silk cloth, and carefully tied it to the mass of hair.
Then he took out an exquisite brocade bag from the drawer, rolled up the ink hair carefully, put it into the brocade bag, put the brocade bag into his pocket, turned around and left the bedroom...
after waking up, Feng Shaojin couldn't understand why he would place his beloved woman in such a humble place since he was powerful and had no lack of money?
Shouldn't it be to let her live in a magnificent other courtyard?
The next day, at the table.
Feng Yichen stares at Feng Shaojin, who is sitting opposite him, but he sees a dark blue under his eyes. His face is slightly tired and asks: "didn't you sleep well last night?"
Feng Shaojin ate breakfast and nodded her head lightly, which was regarded as the default.
Feng Yichen said, "I'll prepare some tranquilizer for you tonight."
Feng Shaojin raised her finger and pressed the center of her eyebrows: "good."
After breakfast, Feng Shaojin went to the sanatorium with a carriage, just like last time.
Mo Lingwei sits on the swing under the flower rack in the yard, holding a book in her hand, and accompanies the fourth aunt sitting on the stone bench to practice Western dialect.
The guard went to the fourth aunt and said in a low voice, "young master Feng is here again. He said that the powder he used last time was very good. He specially came to thank the young lady and wanted to take some bags of medicine from the young lady..."
the fourth aunt picked her eyebrows, closed the book in her hand and asked, "which young master Feng is it? If young master Feng came here last time, he will take some bags of powder to send him away.
If it's Feng Shaojin, who's eating with us at the same table and has trouble with her legs, welcome in. "
Mo Lingwei doesn't understand: "aunt, how do you treat these two people with such a big difference in attitude?"
Fourth aunt is too cold to hum a: "have you ever seen people saying that they came to thank us specially, but they were sitting in the car. They didn't even open the door of the car. They just let the people under their hands come to me and play with a face smeared with honey?"
Mo Lingwei: "the fourth aunt teaches me with great care:" Miss, whether a person is good or not depends not only on what the person has said to you, but also on what the person has done to you.
If what he says is better than what he sings, what he can do is to hurt your heart and go against your will. It's better for such a person to be far away. "
Mo Lingwei smiles and covers her face with a Book: "aunt, you don't go to school these days. Are you being pursued too much? You just hide here?"
The fourth aunt laughed too and said, "Miss, if you dare to make fun of me again, I'll tell the man named William to pester you here."
Mo Lingwei's smile became more and more fierce, and she said: "aunt, I dare not, I will never make fun of you any more...
while laughing and laughing, Feng Shaojin rolled her wheelchair to the gate of the backyard...
she went to the front of the backyard www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
In the shabby bedroom, the cold wind poured in from the broken window. The woman sat in front of the shabby dresser, combing her long waterfall like hair. The Western mirror reflects her hazy face. When her hair is combed neatly with a peach comb, she picks up the scissors on the table and cuts off a piece of her hair with a "click" sound and puts it on the dressing table. Then he stood up, fiddled with the plum blossom branches in the jade bottle on the table, and opened the window. It's snowing outside the window, the wind is biting, and she shivers... as soon as the picture turns, he comes in from the door, the bedroom is empty, and his vision moves from the neatly stacked bed to the dressing table. He strode over, picked up the hair that had been cut off and disordered by the wind, straightened it out one by one, cut a piece of red silk cloth, and carefully tied it to the mass of hair. Then he took out an exquisite brocade bag from the drawer, rolled up the ink hair carefully, put it into the brocade bag, put the brocade bag into his pocket, turned around and left the bedroom... after waking up, Feng Shaojin couldn't understand why he would place his beloved woman in such a humble place since he was powerful and had no lack of money? Shouldn't it be to let her live in a magnificent other courtyard? The next day, at the table. Feng Yichen stares at Feng Shaojin, who is sitting opposite him, but he sees a dark blue under his eyes. His face is slightly tired and asks: "didn't you sleep well last night?" Feng Shaojin ate breakfast and nodded her head lightly, which was regarded as the default. Feng Yichen said, "I'll prepare some tranquilizer for you tonight." Feng Shaojin raised her finger and pressed the center of her eyebrows: "good." After breakfast, Feng Shaojin went to the sanatorium with a carriage, just like last time. Mo Lingwei sits on the swing under the flower rack in the yard, holding a book in her hand, and accompanies the fourth aunt sitting on the stone bench to practice Western dialect. The guard went to the fourth aunt and said in a low voice, "young master Feng is here again. He said that the powder he used last time was very good. He specially came to thank the young lady and wanted to take some bags of medicine from the young lady..." the fourth aunt picked her eyebrows, closed the book in her hand and asked, "which young master Feng is it? If young master Feng came here last time, he will take some bags of powder to send him away. If it's Feng Shaojin, who's eating with us at the same table and has trouble with her legs, welcome in. " Mo Lingwei doesn't understand: "aunt, how do you treat these two people with such a big difference in attitude?" Fourth aunt is too cold to hum a: "have you ever seen people saying that they came to thank us specially, but they were sitting in the car. They didn't even open the door of the car. They just let the people under their hands come to me and play with a face smeared with honey?" Mo Lingwei: "the fourth aunt teaches me with great care:" Miss, whether a person is good or not depends not only on what the person has said to you, but also on what the person has done to you. If what he says is better than what he sings, what he can do is to hurt your heart and go against your will. It's better for such a person to be far away. " Mo Lingwei smiles and covers her face with a Book: "aunt, you don't go to school these days. Are you being pursued too much? You just hide here?" The fourth aunt laughed too and said, "Miss, if you dare to make fun of me again, I'll tell the man named William to pester you here." Mo Lingwei's smile became more and more fierce, and she said: "aunt, I dare not, I will never make fun of you any more... while laughing and laughing, Feng Shaojin rolled her wheelchair to the gate of the backyard... she went to the front of the backyard www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
