Chapter 1872

Feng Shaojin lifted the quilt and was about to get up when the door of the guest room was pushed open. Mo Lingwei stepped into the door, and when she saw this, she frowned delicately: "The wound is not healed, so it's not suitable to get out of bed."

From last night to today, Gu Wei saw Mo Lingwei's appearance clearly for the first time.

The woman was tall, but slender, wearing a plain cheongsam embroidered with magnolia flowers, her black hair was simply tied with a white ribbon and hung behind her head.

No makeup or powder was applied, but the eyes were like the waves of autumn water, the face was like a delicate flower shining on the moon, and the temperament was like an orchid in an empty valley, with a sense of coldness and alienation.

Asking himself, following Feng Shaojin, he has seen many pure or beautiful women, but Gu Wei stared at the person in front of him, but he still couldn't recover.

She stood there slim and graceful, as if she had stepped out of a misty ink painting, she had never been infected by the turbidity of the world, and she was independent of the world.

A flash of surprise flashed in Feng Shaojin's eyes, and his eyes fell on Gu Wei, his slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he coughed lightly.

Gu Wei came to his senses and quickly looked away, "Miss Mo."

"Has the fever gone?" Mo Lingwei stood still in front of the two of them.

"Back, the fever is gone." Gu Wei answered truthfully.

Feng Shaojin rubbed his forehead, and lay back on the bed again: "I still have a little fever."

Mo Lingwei stretched out her hand, put the back of her hand on his forehead, retracted it, and asked straightforwardly: "When are you two planning to leave?"

Gu Wei has a thin skin: "I'm causing trouble for the girl, we..."

Feng Shaojin interrupted Gu Wei: "After three days, our injuries should be almost healed."

Mo Lingwei frowned slightly: "Three days is too long, I can send you to the hospital."

"How about this." Feng Shaojin panted weakly: "I'll ask Gu Wei to go back and check the situation first. If the place is safe, come pick me up again, how about it?"

Mo Lingwei thought about it, but felt that something was wrong, but it seemed a little too unkind to continue to chase people away. After all, the person lying on the bed was really seriously injured.

Gu Wei immediately said: "Miss, please, wait for me to say a few words to my young master before leaving."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lingwei turned and left the guest room.

Gu Wei asked: "Young master, how long will it take me to pick you up?"

"You don't need to come here, this young master will go back by himself." Feng Shaojin's eyes were slightly cold: "This time we eradicated Kazuo Yamamoto, which can be regarded as revenge for my brother. If their people find this place, this young master can give Mo Da Let me tell you, Miss, let's go."

Gu Wei: "..."

Second Young Master, did you make a mistake? Your staying here is the source of causing danger to Miss Mo, so it's not easy to explain to others.

Gu Wei wanted to say something, but stopped talking.

Feng Shaojin seemed to see his thoughts, "Miss Mo is not as simple as she appears on the surface, I want to stay and find out her identity."

Gu Wei has been by Feng Shaojin's side for so many years, he has long since become a roundworm in Feng Shaojin's stomach, so he will not believe Feng Shaojin's insincere nonsense.

However, the second young master was indeed seriously injured, and the third young master followed the young master back to Yuncheng, so it would be more appropriate to stay here.

Although Miss Mo looked young and her appearance was still a bit young, judging from her performance last night, her medical skills were rare and superb. Except for the third young master, probably few people could match her.

Staying here is indeed beneficial and harmless.

Gu Wei had no choice but to say goodbye to Feng Shaojin: "Young Master, take care!"

Feng Shaojin lived in Mo Lingwei's Jingyuan with peace of mind.

But apart from changing his medicine, Mo Lingwei hardly showed up.

Three days later, Mo Lingwei looked at the wound that was still red, swollen and festered, and wondered: "It's strange, why is your wound not only not getting better at all, but getting worse?"