Chapter 2130

The buttons of the clothes have been unbuttoned, Feng Shaojin's vigorous muscles are tight, fine and well-textured, and there is still a beige scar on the chest.

Seeing that Mo Lingwei's face suddenly changed, Feng Shaojin grabbed her hand and pressed it to his heart.

The increasingly violent heartbeat was transmitted to Mo Lingwei's palm through vibration, and the warm touch made her feel at a loss as to what to do.

Gu Wei: "..."

Gu Wei felt that it was too embarrassing for him to stay here, so he had to turn his head away and cast his gaze elsewhere.

Mo Lingwei pulled out her hand forcefully, and looked at Feng Shaojin coldly: "If you use too much trickery, it won't work."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Mo Lingwei sneered: "Let Feng Yichen come over and get you the bullet. Good people don't live long, and evils last for thousands of years. You won't die so easily."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Gu Wei: "..."

Gu Wei couldn't help but said: "Young madam, the young master did this to destroy the engagement ceremony, and he didn't want to have anything to do with the He family..."

In the final analysis, it's not for you, young lady.

Gu Wei did not dare to say the last sentence.

Mo Lingwei snorted coldly: "I don't want to have anything to do with the He family. With the methods of Young Marshal Feng, there are plenty of solutions. It's not worth the risk. I'm afraid there are other purposes."

Gu Wei: "..."

There was indeed another purpose, Gu Wei didn't dare to say anything.

Mo Lingwei lifted her feet and went upstairs: "I have already given you the prescription. My medical skills are shallow and I can't cure this sequelae. Please ask another expert."

Feng Shaojin stared at her back: "I just want you to fetch the bullet for me."

Mo Lingwei ignored him.

Feng Shaojin bit her lip: "Is it okay to exchange the life of the Mohist army?"

Mo Lingwei stopped and turned her head suddenly: "What do you want to do?"

"The more you care about them, the more uncomfortable I feel." Feng Shaojin's eyes shone with gloom, and the hostility between his brows lingered like smoke that could not be dispelled: "Stay here and take care of me, I will Don't move them, otherwise..."

Jealousy drives people crazy.

Feng Shaojin was desperate: "Ling Wei, think carefully."

Mo Lingwei has never hated a man she once loved so much before, she dare not bet on Mu Qing and so many Mohist soldiers, and agree to Feng Shaojin's request if she doesn't fight.

Feng Shaojin spread her slender legs and sat upright on the rattan chair. The clothes on her upper body had been taken off, revealing her strong and strong muscles.

Gu Wei threw the blood-stained shirt into the brazier.

He ordered the servant to go upstairs to bring another coat and put it on for Feng Shaojin.

The blood on his body was cleaned up, but a faint smell of blood could still be smelled in his nose.

Mo Lingwei didn't look sideways, swung the scalpel neatly, and quickly took out the bullet from his shoulder, quickly sutured the wound, sprinkled the medicine powder, and wrapped it with white gauze.

"Okay." Mo Lingwei wiped away the blood on the scalpel and fingers.

Just when she stood up straight, Feng Shaojin hugged her slender waist.

He hooked hard, and Mo Lingwei sat on his long bent legs.

"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin leaned closer to her, staring at her calm brows and eyes, "If I shot Mu Qing just now, what would you do?"

Will you be so angry that you will kill me?

Rubbing her face with his fingertips, he asked, "Will you hate me forever, or will you kill me?"

He said: "Is anyone more important than me in your eyes now? No matter what I do, there is a purpose in your eyes? Even if it's just for you?"

Mo Lingwei didn't want to talk to him, she just thought he must be sick again...