Chapter 2011

Feng Shaojin stared at the pot for a moment, stirring the boiling rice porridge silently.

What on earth is he thinking? He himself does not know.

He always thought that all things were under his control, but he never expected that, mixed with emotion, many things had already gotten out of control.

Reason and action seemed to be off track, which made him very frustrated.

Knowing what happened last night, she shouldn't be impulsive, she just needs to deal with her slowly to dispel her doubts, but when she thought that Mo Lingyuan's people had already had contact with her, she actually covered them up for them, and she felt so sad. Then he became angry.

He trapped her in Yuncheng because he didn't want Mo Lingyuan's people to find her.

She was originally a stubborn and assertive character, and once she had the chance to make her own choice, she would never get entangled with him again.

He lied to her first, and then trapped her, and there were irrelevant people such as the elders of the Feng family and the young lady of the He family. She finally escaped from the Mo family's military governor's mansion and went to Xiyang Kingdom, so what? Maybe let yourself fall into these intrigues again?

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Yichen didn't bother to ask, "Brother, listen to my advice, at least you have a good time, after getting together and breaking up, maybe Ling Wei can still remember your affection for her.

If you continue like this, I'm afraid she will only hate you. "

This time he stabbed him with a knife, but next time, he might hold a gun on his head.

Who would have guessed?

He was just such an older brother, so of course he didn't want this to happen.

Hearing what Feng Yichen said, Feng Shaojin snorted coldly: "What do I want her to remember my past affection for?"

That thing can't be eaten.

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Shaojin is a pragmatic person, instead of having those illusory memories, it is better to lock people by his side, so that he can see when he wants to see, talk when he wants to talk, and kiss when he wants to kiss.

Even being scolded and beaten by her is better than just memories.

Feng Yichen was completely speechless.

Feng Shaojin simply didn't like oil and salt.

Seeing that the porridge was almost done, Feng Shaojin picked up a spoon and filled half a bowl, held it in his hand, and left the kitchen.

When passing by Feng Yichen, he kept walking, "Go back, in case Madam notices something, I don't need you to take care of me here."

Feng Yichen: "..."

The words of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge are very like a scumbag.

Feng Yichen felt upset: "It's still early, I'll leave after I change your medicine."

With his hands behind his back, he followed behind Feng Shaojin, watching Feng Shaojin walk upstairs slowly step by step while holding the porridge bowl and leaning on the handrail, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

The second young master of the Feng family, who was once arrogant and arrogant, was young and frivolous, with eyes above the top. When he first pursued Mo Lingwei, he had the confidence to be arrogant and inevitable, so why did he become like this now.

She tried all means, relying on deceit, relying on concealment, the black-bellied person seemed to be a different person.

Could it be that he is so obsessed because he knows what big brother is thinking?

Feng Shaojin pushed open the door of the guest room and stood at the door for a while, seeing that Mo Lingwei was still asleep with her eyes closed, her long hair scattered on the pillow, her small face was so pale that it was so transparent, it further matched the bruise on her neck The scars are too scary.

Feng Shaojin raised his eyes to look at the western clock on the table, it was getting late, and the time had passed.

She didn't eat at noon yesterday, and only drank two mouthfuls of bird's nest porridge for dinner. She couldn't do it hungry.

Feng Shaojin sat on the edge of the bed, brushed away the black hair on the side of her face with her fingertips, leaned a little closer, bowed her waist, and called in a low voice: "Ling Wei, Ling Wei wake up, get up and have some porridge."

Mo Lingwei's thick, black and slender eyelashes trembled, and her eyebrows were raised...