Renzhi suddenly remembered: "Master, when Miss Mo rescued me and gave me back the money at the alley, there was indeed a man by her side.
It's just that the situation was urgent and I was afraid, so I didn't see their faces clearly.
Could it be that the man that day was..."
If the man with Mo Lingwei holding an oiled paper umbrella and strolling at the entrance of the ancient Qingshiban alley is really Feng Shaojin, then what is the He family?
The existence of He Jingshu is nothing more than a product driven by the interests of the Feng and He families.
"As long as Feng Shaojin is more despicable, He Jingshu will not be unable to enter the gate of the He family now." He Wenhao sneered: "If it was another man, he might have agreed to the marriage of the He family long ago, and when he monopolizes the power , and then kick the He family away."
…
Gong Su only felt that the bones of his fingers were about to be broken by Feng Shaojin's pinch. He pulled hard several times before pulling his hand out of Feng Shaojin's palm.
Standing in front of the confronting two people, Mo Lingwei felt like she was standing on pins and needles. She politely blessed Feng Shaojin, turned around and walked towards the guest room.
"Miss Mo." Feng Shaojin called to stop her: "Ten days later, the Feng family will have a charity dinner, and Miss Mo will be honored."
Gong Su's oath of sovereignty was general: "Young Commander Feng can rest assured, I will take Ling Wei there with me."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
The curvature of Feng Shaojin's lips became wider and wider, evoking a bloodthirsty smile.
His eyes stared at Mo Lingwei's back like sharp blades, until the door of the guest room was closed, blocking his gaze, Feng Shaojin turned around, and under the leadership of Mu Qing, went to find Mo Lingyuan...
In Wenjing Garden.
Feng Yichen finally took the time to come over: "Brother, tomorrow is the last day of this year, and my father is still waiting for you to go back for the reunion dinner."
Feng Shaojin leaned against the window, looking at the dark sky, "Yichen, tell me, will it snow tonight?"
"Yes." Feng Yichen's head was full of newly formulated prescriptions, and he said casually: "Brother, the little doctor is indeed a little doctor, and his medical skills are really far above me."
"These days, you have been living with people from the Mo family, right?"
"Yes, help the little doctor to transcribe medical books."
"So, you probably have seen Ling Wei a long time ago."
Feng Yichen: "..."
Feng Shaojin returned to the table, picked up the invitation written on the table, and handed it to Feng Yichen: "Give this invitation to Ling Wei. On the day of the charity dinner, be sure to invite her over."
Feng Yichen: "..."
Feng Yichen instinctively wanted to refuse.
"This commander ordered you to raise money for charity. If the amount is less than half a million taels, you will make up for it personally." Feng Shaojin's voice was cold: "Do you have any objections?"
If there is an objection, Feng Yichen certainly has an objection.
Let alone 500,000 taels, even if it was to raise 200,000 taels of silver, he would not be able to raise it.
People from these big families usually eat delicacies from mountains and seas, pamper them in a good position, and specialize in making money from the country. When it comes time for these people to spit out the money they have earned, one by one will cry miserably and poorly.
What is the difference between asking these people to actively donate money and asking these people to take the initiative to cut off their flesh?
In case only a few tens of thousands of taels were raised by then, and the remaining hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, even if he sold it, he would not be able to raise it.
Feng Yichen scratched his ears and said, "Brother, isn't the amount of this donation too high?"
"That's why I asked you to invite Miss Mo to come over and let her help you." Feng Shaojin stared at Feng Yichen coldly: "You can also say that she can't come as usual, as long as you can afford it." The consequences of her not being able to come."
Feng Yichen: "..."