Chapter 1580

The last sentence was like a needle piercing Feng Shaojin's heart, there was no bloody flesh, no heart-wrenching pain, but it just happened to be that kind of slight dull pain that could kill him, but he saw blood.

Difficult to get along with, she even said he was difficult to get along with.

Feng Shaojin sneered: "Compared to that good-tempered Gong Su, I am indeed a bit more difficult to get along with."

He snorted: "If I wasn't difficult to get along with, I'm afraid I would have already had three wives and four concubines, with children in groups."

Everyone likes to put women around him, as long as he behaves a little bit more condescending and easy to talk a little bit, those people around him have long been lawless, and now it's his turn to defend himself like a jade for the only woman.

Mo Lingwei stroked the ink hair hanging on her chest, "If you want, you can restrain your temper, sit back and enjoy the blessings of everyone, and let Master Feng and Mrs. Feng enjoy the family happiness early... ..”

Feng Shaojin was almost smoked by her anger.

His hand holding her hair tightened unconsciously, his voice trembled, and he said deliberately: "Didn't you not allow me to take a concubine? What? Now you agree that I can enjoy the blessings of everyone.

The eldest lady of the He family wants to be big, are you planning to condescend and submit to me to be small? "

Mo Lingwei was also pissed off: "Feng Shaojin, you should die as soon as possible. If you want to marry a wife and take concubines, as long as it's not me, you can find anyone you want."

Feng Shaojin persisted: "If the person I want to have, must be you?"

Mo Lingwei's palms were clenched into fists: "Feng Shaojin, don't force me."

"So what if I force you?" Feng Shaojin dropped the horn comb in his hand, and was about to slap her in the face.

"Hiss." Mo Lingwei held her hair and gasped in pain.

Feng Shaojin saw that he was actually pulling her hair in his hand, because of his anger, he was so strong that several strands of her hair fell out.

Feng Shaojin quickly let go of her hand, and looked at her long hair, seeing that her scalp was turning red, she immediately felt very distressed.

The arrogance just now disappeared, and he repeatedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it, Ling Wei, I..."

Mo Lingwei raised her hand, rubbed her head, combed her hair with five fingers, looked at the broken hair wrapped around her fingertips, kneaded it into a ball, tied it into a roll, and threw it on the dressing table .

The horn comb was broken in two by him and broke.

The clay figurine also had three parts of anger, and Mo Lingwei was irritated no matter how good-tempered he was.

Her crimson lips were tightly pursed, and her smoky eyes full of autumn water seemed to be frozen, and she looked at Feng Shaojin coldly.

Mo Lingwei picked up the horn comb on the dressing table, and threw it into the wastebasket under the table, "What exactly does Young Master Feng want?"

Feng Shaojin was taken aback.

"Young Master Feng wants to take me as a concubine, is he planning to repeat the old trick and use Xiu'er to force me again?" Mo Lingwei's white teeth bit a row of blood marks on her lower lip: "Well, I promise.

There is no need for Young Master Feng to try again. I might as well tell Young Master Feng my bottom line. Xiu'er's life is hard. From birth to this age, everything experienced by ordinary children is far beyond what ordinary children can bear. As his elder, I have fought hard. This life will protect him well.

No matter what Young Master Feng wants me to do, as long as it can get Xiu'er safe, I will not object. "

Her voice was empty and cold, her tone was calm and decisive, like water seeping out of an empty canyon, crystal clear but icy cold, "But I didn't do it willingly."

She repeated word by word: "Feng Shaojin, listen carefully, you are the one who persecuted me, not what I did willingly."

Feng Shaojin: "..."