When Mo Lingwei woke up, Feng Shaojin was no longer by her side, and a servant came in to help her freshen up.

Mo Lingwei asked: "Is the old lady better?"

The servant was very happy: "It's much better, the young master went to the kitchen to make porridge by himself early in the morning, and brought it to the old lady.

I remember that the young master lived here when he was young, and he was very particular about it. He never did these kinds of work, but he never expected to make porridge himself. "

Mo Lingwei was a little surprised by the servant's evaluation of Feng Shaojin, thought for a while, and replied: "Probably because of being abroad, many things need to be done by myself."

"If it's Master Shaoqing, I wouldn't be surprised, but with Master Shaojin's temperament, once he decides that these trivial matters are not worth wasting time, it's impossible for him to stand in front of the stove and watch the porridge cook patiently." The servant helped Mo Lingwei comb her hair: "Master Shaojin is stubborn, and he will not change anything if he decides.

It's as if he has identified with you, young lady, from the very beginning, and it's impossible to change in this life! "

It turned out that this servant came to be Feng Shaojin's lobbyist.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes and did not answer.

Seeing that Mo Lingwei was like this, the servant poured warm water for Mo Lingwei and put it in front of her, and went to make the bed.

The servant was a bit older, and when he saw the clean bed, he knew that nothing happened last night, so he couldn't help sighing...

When Mo Lingwei packed up and was pushed out by the servant, Feng Shaojin happened to push Mrs. Gu back from the outside.

The servant hurried up to greet her: "Young Master and Madam are here. In just one night, the old lady's complexion has improved so much that she can get up. In a few days, when the weather improves, the old lady will survive."

Mo Lingwei held Mrs. Gu's hand, and her fingertips inadvertently rested on her pulse, her eyes darkened.

After the servant took Mrs. Gu to rest, Feng Shaojin accompanied Mo Lingwei to eat, and asked in a low voice, "How is grandma? How long can you live?"

Mo Lingwei looked up at him.

Feng Shaojin's face was calm and indifferent, as if he had already known the result: "When you held her old man's hand just now, weren't you feeling her pulse?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Feng Shaojin put vegetables in her bowl: "Yichen's diagnosis is almost correct, since he said that grandma is just suffering, there is nothing she can do.

How can someone who is sick and groggy, with no medicine or medicine, suddenly get better? "

Mo Lingwei replied: "Madam Gu will return to her former glory, probably in a few days."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, unable to eat anymore.

As expected.

Mrs. Gu, who was fine the day before, was no longer able to wake up the next day.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't even speak.

Feng Shaojin and Mo Lingwei stood by the bed, accompanying the old man through the last journey of his life.

The servant's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he took a box and handed it to Feng Shaojin: "This is what the old lady ordered me to count yesterday, and let me give it to you, young master."

It is nothing more than some property and title deeds.

Feng Shaojin didn't lack these things. Seeing that Mrs. Gu had only given birth to two daughters in her life, instead of giving the things that Mr. Gu bought back with his life to those unscrupulous members of the Gu family, it would be better to leave them for her own grandchildren.

Feng Shaojin accepted it.

Feng Shaojin sent guards to notify the Feng family.

Feng Muyun arrived quickly with Mrs. Feng and Feng Yichen.

Before the Feng family arrived, Feng Shaojin ordered someone to send Mo Lingwei back to another courtyard to avoid confronting the Feng family...