Feng Yichen saw that Feng Shaojin moved his mother out, and saw that Feng Muyun was coughing out of breath. He really couldn't stay out of the matter anymore, so he came over and patted Feng Muyun on the back, "Do you dislike me?" The father has lived too long, so you are here to piss him off on purpose?

Can't you just say a few words less? Father Marshal told you this with all his heart, don't you appreciate it at all? "

Feng Shaojin looked at Feng Muyun's cough-colored face, and stood up: "I will find a way to deal with the food and grass, give me some time, and please rest assured, I will never let the Feng family's family property be ruined." Yu once, will not let the eldest brother die in peace."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out of the bedroom quickly.

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Muyun: "..."

Feng Muyun even stopped coughing.

Looking at the swaying wooden door, after the sound of footsteps disappeared downstairs, Feng Yichen fed Feng Muyun a few more mouthfuls of medicine, and asked in puzzlement, "Brother, what do you mean? Could it be that what you just said had an effect? Is he willing to get engaged to the eldest lady of the He family?"

Feng Muyun shook his head, leaned weakly on the pillow, and sighed heavily: "Is this illness going to be cured?"

"Okay, as long as you don't mourn too much." Feng Yichen held the medicine bottle: "With me here, I will keep you alive for a few more years."

Feng Muyun's eyes were red: "As long as Shaoqing is still there, the Feng family will not fall to the current state. It depends on the faces of the He family. If my body is still useful..."

"If you don't want to be like this, get well soon." Feng Yichen's voice was cold: "Brother has always been stubborn and stubborn, and he has always had his own opinions since he was a child. Know what he can do.

The eldest son of our Feng family is indeed gone, but it doesn't mean that all the men of our Feng family are dead.

It's just that now is not the time to turn things around, and the overall development of the situation still needs to be carefully controlled. In a few days, I will go to Miss Mo's residence and visit her. "



Feng Shaojin left the Governor's Mansion, and before getting into the car, she turned her head to look at the brightly lit mansion. Now it was only strange and distant, and she no longer had the kind of intimacy she had when she was a child.

He bears a life on his body, wears heavy shackles, and lives like a sinner. He must bear the responsibility of the Feng family on his shoulders, otherwise he will be disloyal and unfilial.

He couldn't fulfill his promise, he couldn't marry his beloved woman openly, he was not benevolent or righteous.

Only by firmly grasping the power can one not be manipulated by others and marry Mo Lingwei, but now if one wants to seize the power, one can only temporarily abandon her.

Without power, he can't be a satisfactory candidate for the Mo family, and can't compete with the eldest son of the Gong family. With power, he betrayed her, and if he wants to be with her again, it may be too late.

The Mo family is different from a small family, and Mo Lingwei is absolutely not allowed to be a concubine. The elders of the Mo family will only betroth her to the Gong family as soon as possible.



On the second day, Mo Lingwei went downstairs as usual, and Mother Wang handed some newspapers to Mo Lingwei as if offering treasures: "There is also a portrait of the first lady of our He family Shuangshu Yuncheng on it, Mr. Mo Take a look, miss."

Nanny Wang was illiterate, so it was just that the newspaper published photos of the two young ladies of the He family on the cover of the newspaper in order to please the He family.

Mo Lingwei tapped the table, and Wang Momo put the newspaper on Mo Lingwei's left hand knowingly.

Mo Lingwei took a sip of coffee, glanced at the newspaper inadvertently, and landed on the headline in bold bold, she was stunned...