Chapter 989

There was a person sitting on the big tree outside the courtyard wall. The person looked straight at the window, and when he saw her poking her head out, he gestured to her...

Mo Lingwei looked at the familiar gesture, and quickly replied with a secret word, tears of excitement were about to flow out...

It's Mu Qing.

Mu Qing found her.

Mu Qing finally found her.

This is the code word that her brother taught her, to ensure that when necessary, she can get in touch with Mu Qing and the others, and quietly know what the other party wants to express.

Mu Qing was also very excited, and gestured with gestures: "The other courtyard is heavily guarded these few days. After a few days, Feng Shaojin's security will be lessened, and I will lead someone to rescue you, Miss."

Mo Lingwei restrained the joy in her heart, and returned a few gestures: "Everything is up to you, I will cooperate with you well, what should I do?"

Mu Qing: "Miss doesn't need to do anything, just wait for us. In a few days, it will be a good day for Feng Shaojin to get engaged to Miss He's family. In the evening, the guests will arrive. The bride-to-be and the groom-to-be During the banquet, I will bring people to rescue you, Miss."

Mo Lingwei bit her lip, "Be careful."

Mu Qing gestured: "Miss, don't worry, as long as Feng Shaojin doesn't appear here in person, we will have a chance to take you away from this other courtyard."

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Mo Lingwei thought about the arrival of that day day by day, and her gloomy mood gradually improved.

No matter how busy he is, Feng Shaojin will come here whenever he can, and if he can stay in the study here to handle internal affairs, he will try to stay in the study as much as possible.

Mo Lingwei watched coldly as this busy man, who often stayed up all night without rest, locked the door of his bedroom behind his back, tossing and turning in bed.

Feng Shaojin didn't know whether he was afraid of scaring her or wanted to make up for her. Compared with the unscrupulousness of the past, Feng Shaojin seemed extremely cautious, and his speech and actions were extremely strict, and he did not overstep the threshold.

If he stayed in another courtyard, as long as Mo Lingwei closed the bedroom door, he would also lock himself in the study and would not come out for the whole night.

A simple couch was placed in the study, and he lay down on it to rest for a few hours after finishing his housework.

Thinking of the woman he loves living in the bedroom next door, Feng Shaojin smiled contentedly even in his dreams.

One day, Mo Lingwei got up a little early, rolled her wheelchair, and poured tea at the tea table.

Feng Shaojin happened to come out of the study, saw this, stepped forward in two or three steps, stretched out his long arms, took the teapot in his hand, poured the tea for her, tested the temperature, and handed the teacup to her hand, Wen Sheng reminded: "It's a little hot, you should warm your hands first, and then drink it later."

For the first time ever, Mo Lingwei didn't show his face to him anymore, she held the tea cup in her hand according to her words, looked down at the curling water mist floating above the cup, and sniffed the fragrance of scented tea vigorously.

Seeing her habitual little movements, Feng Shaojin seemed to be poked by something in his heart, and a trace of warmth slowly flowed through.

He squatted in front of her, put his hands on both sides of the armrests of her wheelchair, looked up at her cold little face that would never get tired of looking at her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and asked with a smile on his brows, "Mr. People say you want me to stay here with you on the Lantern Festival, but I just left, right?"

Mo Lingwei raised his eyes and glanced at him, bit his lips and firmly denied: "No."

The smile on Feng Shaojin's lips widened: "You think I hurried back to accompany other women?"

Needless to say, this other woman is Feng Shaojin's prospective fiancée, He Jingshu, the eldest daughter of the He family.