Chapter 2094

Mo Lingwei didn't intend to deny it, and hesitated to speak, "The fabric of this handkerchief is okay, but the stitching is messy and the embroidery is rough, it doesn't look like something you can catch your eyes."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin looked at her coldly, and said in a cold tone, "You also know that this is not something I can catch my eye."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

I don't know why this person suddenly lost his nerve for no reason.

Could it be that she was wrong.

Or did he not intend to let her go at all?

Mo Lingwei was also angry: "Is Young Master Feng planning to mess around here?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin choked on his chest.

"You gave me this handkerchief." Feng Shaojin spread out the wrinkled and shapeless handkerchief that Mo Lingwei had crumpled into his palm, and smoothed it out little by little: "Have you lost the slightest impression? "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

So much time has passed, and so many things have happened, she is busy every day, and she does not allow herself to immerse herself in the grief of the past. As Chu Yunyao wished, she has always looked forward and lived hard.

Where will I recall the bits and pieces that happened.

Even if you want to think back, it's all about Feng Shaojin's kindness to him.

In the dead of night, he carried her, who had sprained her ankle, to the canyon of Laoshan to watch the fireflies all over the sky.

As for what he gave Feng Shaojin, how could he remember it.

Time has passed, and seeing this veil again, Mo Lingwei felt ashamed: "This veil is already torn, Young Master Feng can throw it away and get a new one."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's anger gathered heavily in his chest, did he care about this veil?

He clearly cared about the person who gave the veil.

Mo Lingwei said again: "I'm leaving. If you are still stuck here and my brother finds out, he won't let me out next time."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin had no choice but to back away, and said in a low voice: "Be careful on the road."

The curtain was lowered, covering Mo Lingwei's sight.

The guard jumped into the carriage, lashed the horse's rump with a whip, and the wheels rolled.

Feng Shaojin got on the horse, looked at the figure of the carriage going away, put the handkerchief tightly in his hand into his bosom again, took the rein, turned the horse's head, and left with the people to the other side.

He Jingshu, who was hiding behind the woods, stomped her feet angrily: "No wonder I didn't let Miss Ben follow, I really came to see that bitch Mo Lingwei again."

He Jingxian put down the curtain of the car, looked at the distraught He Jingshu, and said in a low voice, "I asked you to follow Mo Lingwei's example and come over and distribute porridge to these people, but you refused, knowing that he has to go to various detention camps every day Spin around, why do you have to stick it up, just wait for him to pass by in a camp, isn't it good?"

"What is this lady's identity, let me serve this group of dirty refugees? Why? These people have all suffered from the plague. What if I am infected, what should I do?

These lowly guys live like ants, but I am the eldest lady of the He family.

Why do you give me such a bad idea over and over again? "He Jingshu was about to lose her mind from anger.

Since the day of the charity dinner, she couldn't even see Feng Shaojin's face.

He Jingxian's tone was full of annoyance: "Men are all cheap, the more you rush to beg him, the more he treats you like nothing.

Our whole family is planning for you, so can't you be more confident? "

"Are you still my real sister?" He Jingshu's eyes were red: "You keep telling me not to rush to beg Shaojin, what about you?

Haven't you been inquiring about Yun Che's whereabouts?

A person like Yun Che has a low status, and he still doesn't know Chu Yunyao, the young wife of the Mo family? I didn't see you give up either. "

He Jingxian: "..."