Chapter 1937

Having said that, his feet seemed to be on the ground, without moving an inch, and Feng Shaojin's figure cast a shadow under the light of the candle, which was printed on the quilt.

Seeing that he was motionless, Mo Lingwei lowered his head: "You, is there anything else?"

"If I want to stay, will you hate me?" Feng Shaojin asked unwillingly.

Knowing that her temperament has always been well-behaved, it is a huge concession to follow him to Yuncheng in violation of the world, but he greedily thinks that everything he has is not enough.

Looking at her is like looking at flowers in the mirror and moon in the water. These short-term tenderness and warmth are all illusory.

It's all not his, it's all stolen, it's all unreal.

But even though these things are based on deceit and concealment, Feng Shaojin still yearns for that little bit of warmth.

Only in this way will he tell himself that everything he insists on is valuable.

The eldest brother exchanged his life for his own, and before he died, told him not to let her down. He shouldered the burden that Feng Shaoqing had left for him, and he had to shoulder the responsibility of safeguarding the peace of the south.

He resisted the persecution of the Feng family and even the entire Yuncheng forces, as if he was walking on thin ice, and if he made a wrong move, he would lose everything.

He can't afford to lose, and he doesn't want to lose.

Mo Lingwei raised her eyes and looked at him puzzled.

Feng Shaojin clenched her back teeth, avoiding her clear eyes, and leaned over to tuck the corner of the quilt for her: "I'm sorry, I was rude to you, you have a good rest, I'm going back to the guest room."

He walked away quickly, and his figure left the bedroom like the wind, and disappeared at the door.

Mo Lingwei was stunned, always felt that he seemed to have something on his mind, his mood was too low, he didn't look like a man who was about to get engaged at all, and there was no joy in his whole body.

But after thinking about it, it was probably because of the lack of food and grass in the south that he was preoccupied.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, Mo Lingwei fell asleep lightly.

Compared with the past, the downstairs is very quiet, and the cries of night insects can be heard occasionally in the whole courtyard...

On the second day, when Mo Lingwei opened the door, she saw Feng Shaojin was already waiting at the door at some point, with his hands supporting the railing, his back was facing the door of her bedroom.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Feng Shaojin turned around, smiled, and his indifferent eyes softened instantly: "Are you up?"

He took her hand and walked downstairs: "Recently, I may be busy for a long time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for a long time.

I have already made arrangements for you to go to a nearby church to heal the people. After a few days, Gu Wei will come over and accompany you there. "

But he will satisfy all the requests she makes.

"Okay." Mo Lingwei said considerately: "Just do your own thing."

After breakfast, Mo Lingwei sent him to the car and left, then returned to the bedroom, flipped through the thick stack of newspapers that Feng Shaojin had brought over, and checked the latest news from Southern Cloud City...

A few days later, Gu Wei came over and personally drove her to the church to help treat patients in the clinic.

When Mo Lingwei rushed over, it happened that someone was seriously injured and needed stitches, so she hurriedly took the toolbox and began to treat the wounds of the injured.

The injured patient was tall and tall, and he didn't look like an ordinary person at first glance. His body bones were also very strong, and the wound spread from his shoulder to his waist and abdomen.

Mo Lingwei cut open the man's clothes, scrubbed the wound with red medicine, and asked in a low voice, "Was it chopped with a knife?"

The man looked nervously at Gu Wei who was standing by the door, and nodded: "Yes."

Cherish words like gold.

Mo Lingwei sprinkled anesthesia powder around his wound, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any other injury?"