Chapter 2093

Feng Shaojin stood in front of Mo Lingwei's carriage like this, holding the door of the carriage with one hand, and lifting the curtain with the other hand, his eyes seemed to be burning with fire, staring at her calmly and hotly.

Mo Lingwei was holding the small piece of sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake, wondering if it was because he was holding the cake in his arms, it was still slightly hot.

She remembered that he obviously didn't like snacks and sweets, and she didn't know why he brought these things with him.

Being stared at by Feng Shaojin like this, Mo Lingwei is like an ant on a hot pot, neither eating nor not eating.

Mo Lingwei bit her lip: "I'm not hungry now."

"In another hour, it will be noon, and the steamed buns you brought have already been distributed." Feng Shaojin stayed where he was, motionless as a mountain, like a wall.

Mo Lingwei became angry from embarrassment, "Don't bother Feng Shaoshuai Chaoxin."

Feng Shaojin snorted softly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was a faint smile in his voice, as if he had heard something funny, "I don't care about you, I miss you."

He looked around, stuck his head into the car, and lowered his voice: "Whether you're hungry or not, or if you don't finish eating, I won't let you go.

I heard that the second son of the palace will come to see you from time to time, so I'm afraid he won't be able to come today. "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei's face darkened.

"Chu Yunyao and Yun Baoer are still waiting for you in a nearby shelter." Feng Shaojin ignored her indifference, and said to himself: "If you want them to wait forever... "

Before she finished speaking, Mo Lingwei opened her mouth and took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake in her hand.

She lowered her head, holding the old washed veil in both hands, stuffing her mouth full, swallowing desperately.

Feng Shaojin stared at her soft profile, and his Adam's apple twitched.

She was wearing a plain cheongsam. For the convenience of doing things, her black hair was pulled up and fixed with a hosta. Her bangs hung on her forehead, and a few strands of hair fluttered around her thin cheeks.

If it weren't for that cold temperament, this unpainted dress would not look like the eldest lady of the Mo family in the eyes of outsiders.

Weak but not delicate, low-key and restrained.

There is no ostentatious attitude, exactly the same as when I lived in the old man's simple wooden house in order to collect medicine when I was in Laoshan.

Time and space traveled back and forth in Feng Shaojin's mind, and no one knew what the cold and gloomy young marshal was thinking of at this time.

His whole body seemed to be suddenly enveloped by a sad atmosphere, even the light pouring out from the corners of his eyes was gentle and gloomy.

Mo Lingwei finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake in a hurry, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and looked up at Feng Shaojin: "You can let me go."

Feng Shaojin stretched out his hand to her: "Give it to me."

"What?" Mo Lingwei didn't know what to give him.

"Handkerchief." Feng Shaojin's eyes fell on the worn white handkerchief in her hand: "This handkerchief is mine."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

People like Feng Shaojin are extremely particular, and their food, clothing, housing and transportation are extremely luxurious.

Although after returning to Yuncheng and becoming the heir of the Feng family, this extravagant behavior has changed a lot, but at least it has not been to the point of being harsh on himself.

A worn-out torn handkerchief that had been wrapped with sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes was worth taking back.

Mo Lingwei handed the crumpled handkerchief into his palm: "Here you are."

Feng Shaojin suddenly grabbed her wrist with his backhand, "If I don't want to come back, will you just throw it away?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei was taken aback for a moment, she did have this idea...