The spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the south is getting warmer day by day.

Mo Lingwei became thinner day by day, not to mention eating, in the end, she couldn't even get water.

Feng Shaojin held her in his arms, pinched her chin open forcefully, and asked the servant to feed the cooked rice soup into her mouth. The rice soup flowed out from the corners of Mo Lingwei's gray and dry lips, and flowed down Feng Shaojin's mouth. Jin's knuckle-boned fingers dripped onto the bedding.

Feng Shaojin's patience was finally completely exhausted, and he grabbed her by the throat: "You feed me, if you can't eat it, you have to eat it, if you want to die in front of me, I will let Gong Susheng Better to die."

But such intimidating words do not pose any threat to a person who is determined to die.

Mo Lingwei's eyes were still closed tightly, and she refused to even look at him again.

The servant was terrified, and pulled Feng Shaojin's arm tremblingly: "Young master, you will die, let go quickly, you will strangle the young lady, go and ask for a doctor, invite a better doctor to come over for the young lady." Ma'am, take a look."

"Get out!" Feng Shaojin roared angrily.

The servant was so frightened that he crawled out of the bedroom, not daring to meddle in any other business.

It's not that he didn't invite doctors, but there weren't many doctors he could trust, and they were all old men.

To be able to avoid the eyes and ears of the He family, and to avoid the eyes and ears of the Feng family, and to ensure that the news of Mo Lingwei's stay in this other hospital is not easily revealed, and that person's medical skills are superb enough to ensure that he can be cured Good Mo Lingwei, Feng Shaojin really can't think of a candidate.

He loosened his five fingers, and gently stroked her thin cheeks with his fingertips, as if talking to himself or deliberately saying to her: "You hate me so much? You hate so much that you would rather lose your life than be with me." ?

But what to do? You are already mine, and I will never let you go in my life.

If you want me, I will die, or I will let someone heal you.

I will not let you leave me easily. "

Feng Shaojin stood up, turned around and left the bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed with a slight sound, Mo Lingwei's thick eyelashes trembled, and she quickly regained her composure.

When Feng Shaojin went downstairs, he saw Gu Wei waiting in the hall.

"Pick Yichen over here, hurry up!" After Feng Shaojin finished speaking, she walked to the grand teacher's chair and sat down, her fingers resting on the table clenched into fists.

Gu Wei reminded: "Master, once Young Master Feng knows that Mrs. Young is here, the news will leak out. Young Master Feng never wanted you to be with Miss Mo Family. You really plan to..."

"It's better than letting Ling Wei die." Feng Shaojin seemed to have made up his mind: "From the day I placed her here, I knew that sooner or later the Feng family would be aware of her existence.

If you know sooner or later, you will know one day, and you can hide it for as long as you can. If you really can't hide it anymore, I will bear it, and I will bear it. Even if my father wants me to pay for this life, I will admit it . "

Gu Wei: "..."

Gu Wei looked at Feng Shaojin sympathetically, and rolled over with a choked Adam's apple, "Young Madam, you are blessed with life, and nothing will happen. I will secretly take Feng Shaojin over."

The sound of Gu Wei's footsteps disappeared in the courtyard, Feng Shaojin held his head in his hands, and closed his eyes in despair...



An hour later, Feng Yichen twisted the medicine box and arrived in a hurry.

He stood in the hall, his deep and dark eyes were full of sarcasm, he looked around the room, and his tone was full of ridicule: "Who told me that the young lady of the Mo family is not in your hands?" of?

Since the person is not in your hands, what do you want me to do? "