Mo Lingwei scoffed coldly, with disgust all over her face.

Feng Shaojin couldn't wait for an answer for a long time, so he stood up, bent down and hugged her up: "It's windy here, I'll take you back to your room and lie down, you're not fully recovered yet."

Hearing the word "return to the room", Mo Lingwei's hairs stood on end, thinking of what Feng Shaojin did in that bedroom, she struggled crazily: "Let me go, I won't go back to the room, I won't Go to the room, let me go!"

Seeing this, Feng Yichen quickly stopped Feng Shaojin: "Let her go, she won't go back to her room if she doesn't want to."

Feng Shaojin was pushed away by Feng Yichen, her fists creaked, and the anger in her heart could no longer be suppressed: "I know I was wrong, but I don't regret it, you are already mine, us......"

Mo Lingwei was trembling with anger, grabbed the medical book that Feng Yichen put on the round table, aimed at Feng Shaojin's head and smashed it, his voice was so high that he broke his voice: "Get out, get out, I will I never want to see you again in this life."

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen jumped up, grabbed the precious book of medical skills into his arms, and pushed Feng Shaojin out angrily: "I have something to tell you."

Feng Shaojin remained motionless.

Feng Yichen leaned closer to his ear: "Are you still displeased with her enough? Is it because she doesn't even plan to have the child in her womb?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's whole body was petrified, and his eyes slowly turned to Feng Yichen: "What did you say? Say it again?"

Feng Yichen lifted his foot and walked into the study.

Feng Shaojin's gaze was scorching hot, and fell on Mo Lingwei's body for an instant, staring at her firmly, with a cheerful and surprised expression, as well as sudden panic and bewilderment.

Those eyes were extremely complicated.

Mo Lingwei was horrified by his stare.

Feng Shaojin turned around, followed Feng Yichen to the study, and locked the door behind him.

"You said it, but it's true?" Feng Shaojin grabbed Feng Yichen's collar: "If you dare to lie to me, even if you are my younger brother, I will never let you go."

Feng Yichen put on an appearance of being resigned to his ravages: "Young master has been studying medicine for more than ten years, so you can't even get a happy pulse wrong."

Feng Shaojin let go of his hands and fell down on the chair, feeling numbness in his hands and feet, and tightness in his heart, "Is she pregnant?"

In just over half a month, she was pregnant.

Feng Shaojin felt uneasy again: "How long have you been pregnant? Are you sure the child in her belly is mine?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen touched his nose guilty: "In less than a month, you should know better than me whether the child is yours or not."

Feng Shaojin clenched her fists, stood up, and walked back and forth in the study, "The child is mine, and this child must be born. What should I do to keep the child in her belly?"

"You don't need to appear in front of her to affect her mood." Seeing that Feng Shaojin's complexion was not looking good again, Feng Yichen quickly made amends: "Even if you want to come and see her, you can't stay too long.

When her child is three months old and the fetus is more stable, it doesn't matter if you stay a little longer.

But in the first three months, you must not be angry with her anymore, so as not to move the fetal gas. "

Feng Shaojin rolled his Adam's apple, and said reluctantly: "Okay."

Feng Yichen continued: "For the sake of the child in her womb being my nephew, from today onwards, I will live here and take good care of her. Do you have any objection?"

Feng Shaojin stared at him vigilantly, took out a folded portrait from his body pocket, and threw it in front of Feng Yichen: "Do you like Chu Yunyao?"

Feng Yichen: "..."