Chapter 2107

Mo Lingwei lowered her head, looked at the papers scattered on the ground, and found that all of them were her own appearance, and there were still a few faces whose outlines were not outlined, just a figure without a face.

Surprised, Mo Lingwei put the notepad back to its original place and picked up the drawing papers on the ground one by one.

These portraits were probably painted by Feng Shaojin, but she clearly remembered that he didn't seem to be very good at painting, and occasionally painted one under her guidance, and his painting skills were really not flattering.

Such a lifelike, exquisite depiction does not seem to be from Feng Shaojin's handwriting at all.

But apart from Feng Shaojin, Mo Lingwei couldn't think of anyone else.

When she finished folding all the portraits, footsteps came from downstairs.

Feng Shaojin is back.

Mo Lingwei hurriedly stuffed the drawing paper into the notepad and walked out.

After leaving the study room, he happened to meet Feng Shaojin head-on. Seeing that her hands were empty, Feng Shaojin fixed his eyes on her feet: "Okay?"

"Yes." Mo Lingwei nodded.

"Okay, that's good." Feng Shaojin kept walking, came to her side, hugged her horizontally, and went to the study.

"What are you doing?" Mo Lingwei panicked.

"Don't move, just give her a hug." Feng Shaojin hugged her, and the two of them lay on the recliner. Feng Shaojin put the tip of his nose on her cheek and sniffed vigorously.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei pushed him away angrily, and turned her head away.

Feng Shaojin wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and asked, "How are you doing here these few days?"

The tip of his nose rubbed against her cheek, and the warm breath sprayed on her face, slightly itchy.

Mo Lingwei felt uncomfortable, "You treat me like a bird in a cage, and ask me how I am doing? Don't you have any points in your heart?"

Feng Shaojin smiled softly: "Let you go out, and you tried every means to get in touch with the Mo family. I don't want to take the risk."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei asked keenly: "Is there anyone from the Mo family in Yuncheng?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin didn't intend to hide it anymore: "Your brother knew you were missing, so of course he would let someone stay here..."

"However." Feng Shaojin paused, "This Wenjing Garden is much more hidden than the last Wenjing Garden, and they won't find it easily.

Not only will I not let the Mo family find this place, I will not even let the Feng family and He family find it here.

Ling Wei, you can stay with me in peace of mind.

Give me some more time, and wait for me to completely control the Feng family..."

His brows and eyes were full of hostility, and his expression revealed the confidence that he must win. The whole person lost his previous warm and cheerful, and became gloomy and gloomy.

Mo Lingwei looked at him, feeling a little sad suddenly.

How did such a good boy before become like this, like a vampire who has been hiding in the dark for too long and cannot see the sun, his heart has been swallowed up by the darkness, without light.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes, and said softly: "Shaojin, why are you so persistent?

Have you ever thought that even if you control the Feng family, even if we are together, you can feel at ease? "

The marriage of a big family is originally a marriage between families.

If Feng Shaojin is not the heir, he can still be willful.

But now that he has become the well-known young commander of the Feng family, he has snatched most of the power from Feng Muyun, and he still can't help himself.

Without the Feng family, there is still the restraint of the He family, and the He family is settled, and there are still Dongyang people watching at the border...

How many catastrophes will he suffer if he insists on going his own way?

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the bright young man she once knew to have disappeared in just over a year, and turned into a gloomy and violent Young Marshal Feng...