Chapter 926

Mo Lingwei stared at him coldly with her jet-black water eyes, and her beautiful little face was as cold as ice.

Feng Shaojin smiled lightly, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and talked to her regardless of whether she listened or not: "I remember you told me before that you liked our time abroad together very much. those days.

The furnishings in this other courtyard are exactly the same as the place where you live abroad..."

Mo Lingwei lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but she was so weak that she accidentally rolled off the bed and fell to the ground.

Only a muffled sound of "bang" was heard.

When Feng Shaojin turned his head, the people on the bed and the quilt rolled to the floor.

Feng Shaojin panicked, strode over, carried her back to the bed with a quilt, and touched her forehead with his big palm: "Lie down well, don't move around, you haven't eaten for a few days, how could you Strength to move around?

I'll go to the kitchen and order clear porridge to feed you. "

"Where is this?" Mo Lingwei's voice was dry, and she looked out through the window.

There are various plum trees planted in the yard, the white and pink plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the dark fragrance is coming in bursts.

Feng Shaojin followed her gaze, smiled, and replied softly, "My other courtyard."

Seeing the calm expression on her face, Feng Shaojin went out.

After a while, he brought a bowl of porridge over, sat on the edge of the bed, stirred the porridge in the white porcelain bowl with a spoon, scooped a spoonful, and fed it to her lips: "This is the porridge that has been soaked for half an hour. Basmati rice, the clear porridge that has been boiled for two hours on a low fire, melts in your mouth, eat a little.

The doctor said you can’t eat too greasy on an empty stomach, porridge to nourish your stomach, wait a few days before making your favorite food for you to eat, okay? "

Mo Lingwei turned her face away and ignored him.

Feng Shaojin pursed her lips and smiled softly, and said dotingly, "Do you think it's too hot?"

He took back the spoon, put the porridge to his lips and blew, "Okay, it's not hot anymore, let's eat some."

Mo Lingwei pursed her lips tightly, her gaze fell outside the window, empty and lifeless.

Feng Shaojin stretched out his hand, and landed on her small face with a big palm, and pushed her head back, and moved closer, his voice became softer and deeper: "At least eat a little, and you can express your anger to me when you're full. ,Um?"

Mo Lingwei raised her hand abruptly, and knocked over the clear porridge in his bowl with a slap.

The hot porridge spilled on the bedding, the sheets, and, on the back of Feng Shaojin's hands.

Regardless of the back of his hand being burned red, he hurriedly pulled off the quilt covering her body, and asked anxiously, "Did you burn yourself? Don't burn you."

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Feng Shaojin heaved a sigh of relief, and shouted to the door: "Come here, change the sheets and bedding for Young Madam."

The servant hurried in and saw the scene in the bedroom. He didn't dare to vent his breath. He brought new sheets and quilts out of the cabinet, and brought in a broom and mop to clean up the porridge that had been spilled on the floor.

Feng Shaojin wiped his hands clean, put a coat on Mo Lingwei, picked her up and moved her to the wheelchair.

Seeing that the back of Feng Shaojin's hands were all red, the servant went out and gave him scalding ointment: "Master, apply some medicine, if Madam sees it, I will feel distressed."

Feng Shaojin lowered his head, glanced at the indifferent Mo Lingwei, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, applied a little ointment on the back of his hand with his fingertips, and said flatly, "It's all right, pack it up quickly."

Feng Shaojin pushed Mo Lingwei out: "I'll take you to the restaurant. I'll ask the cook to cook for you again what you want to eat."

Mo Lingwei gathered her cloak and put her hands on her knees: "Feng Shaojin, I want to go back to Jincheng!"