Chapter 2112

After Mrs. Gu passed away, Feng Shaojin seemed unable to feel even the last trace of warmth.

go home?

Back to where?

Of course it was back to Wenjing Garden where Mo Lingwei was.

But Mo Lingwei clearly resisted Feng Shaojin.

Gu Wei looked at the half-smoked cigarette in the ceramic ashtray, and the more he thought about it, the sadder he felt.

It would be great if Master Shaoqing was still in this world.

If the Feng family is willing to abandon the He family and agree to the young master marrying the young lady, it would be great, or if the young lady is willing to stay with the young master and serve her husband together with Miss He.

As soon as the last thought came to him, Gu Wei pinched it away.

Once Miss Mo condescends to marry into the Feng family as a flat wife, she will end up with nothing left.

The He family's network of connections is intricate, even if Miss Mo has great abilities, she can't escape the palm of the He family, not to mention there is a Mrs. Feng who doesn't want to see Miss Mo's.

At that time, the young lady will be in the same room with Miss He and Mrs. Feng, once she leaves the young master's sight, she might not know how she died.

Once something happens to the young lady and the Mo family in Jincheng is alarmed, Young Marshal Mo will definitely send his troops south.

It's not as good as it is now, although the young master hid the young lady from outsiders, but at least he can save the young lady's life.

Misfortunes depend on blessings, and blessings depend on misfortunes.

It's just that Miss Mo has been wronged and the young master has suffered.

Feng Shaojin originally wanted to go to the guest room to take a shower first, to wash off the smell of sweat and cigarettes, but when he stepped into the hall, he found that Mo Lingwei was still reading.

She was wearing a thick fox fur cloak, and she was turning the pages of the book with her head down.

There were three candles burning on the table, and the candles were flickering and flickering, dazzled her eyes, but she didn't seem to notice.

Seeing Feng Shaojin's return, the servant was about to speak out, but was stopped by Feng Shaojin raising his hand.

Feng Shaojin took off his outer shirt, changed his shoes, walked up to her and stood still.

Mo Lingwei thought that the person standing in front of her was a servant, so she picked up the teacup on the table and handed it over, without taking her eyes off the medical book in her hand, and said, "Pour me a cup of hot tea, the tea soup should be thicker."

"Aren't you going to rest tonight?" Feng Shaojin took the teacup she handed over and handed it to the servant behind him, chuckled softly, "You're still drinking strong tea so late, aren't you going to sleep?"

Mo Lingwei looked up, facing Feng Shaojin's thin face.

His temple hair was wet with sweat, but not completely dry, his brows were full of fatigue, but his eyes seemed to be full of starlight, looking at her scorchingly.

"You're here." Mo Lingwei closed the book and stood up.

"En." Feng Shaojin raised his hand and smoothed her slightly frowning eyebrows: "There are so many books that I can't finish reading all at once, so why rush?"

The servant couldn't make up his mind, so he cleverly brought three cups over.

A cup of strong tea, a cup of warm white water, and a cup of warm milk.

Feng Shaojin took warm milk and handed it to Mo Lingwei, and brought warm white water himself, and looked at her: "It's late, drink some milk and go upstairs to rest, it's the same when I read these books tomorrow."

Mo Lingwei took out her pocket watch and looked at it. It was already midnight, so she picked up the milk and drank it.

Feng Shaojin looked at the white stain on her lips, her Adam's apple rolled, and felt that her mouth suddenly became parched. He drank the warm white water in the teacup in one go, but the evil fire in his heart burned more and more vigorously. .

His fingertips stretched out and rested on her lips.

Mo Lingwei took a step back alertly.

Feng Shaojin quickly withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "The milk is on the corner of his mouth."

Mo Lingwei looked at the table, but couldn't find anything to wipe, so she stuck out her tongue and licked it...

Feng Shaojin: "..."