What do you take her for?
Of course she became his woman, if he hadn't been dazed by Gong Su's anger, he wouldn't have done such a thing.
Feng Shaojin's voice was hoarse and feeble: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this."
He forbears, restrains, and tries his best to give her the decency and respect she should have as the young lady of the Mo family. Apart from forcing her to stay here, he tries not to violate her wishes.
Even though the feeling of owning her was ecstatic, he only thought about it. When she was in a good mood, he asked for some benefits, and never dared to take a step beyond the threshold.
He knew her temperament too well.
Feng Yichen sarcastically said: "Hasn't the majestic young commander of the Feng family always counted without omissions? There is even a day when he miscalculated?
Feng Shaojin, when you brought her back halfway, didn't you plan for the worst? "
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Feng Shaojin was silent.
Feng Yichen continued to sneer: "The second son of the Gong family is generous and gentle, the moment you found out that he has a crush on Ling Wei, you already regarded him as an enemy.
Brother, what are you afraid of?
Do you even have a day of fear? "
Feng Shaojin clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white.
Enduring the pain in his body, Feng Yichen got up from the ground and walked into the bedroom.
Feng Shaojin followed closely behind and entered the room.
Feng Yichen pulled out the golden needle from Mo Lingwei's head, and gave her some medicine.
The eyes fell on the bruises on her fair neck, and the mood that had just calmed down was filled with irritability.
Although he didn't like to see Mo Lingwei as before, but at least she can be regarded as the junior sister he taught by himself, and she has a friendship as a teacher and a friend.
In any case, he was unwilling to see Mo Lingwei destroyed in Feng Shaojin's hands.
Feng Shaojin couldn't wait to ask: "When will she wake up?"
"About two hours." Feng Yichen raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Shaojin: "Go and do your work, I'll just stay here."
Feng Shaojin remained motionless.
Feng Yichen sneered coldly: "Do you think you are not annoying enough and want to piss her off?"
Feng Shaojin: "..."
"I'll go to the kitchen and make some porridge for her." Feng Shaojin turned and walked out.
Feng Yichen rubbed his stomach: "Do more, I'm hungry too."
His answer was a merciless slam on the door.
Feng Yichen: "..."
Don't be angry, it's not a day or two since Feng Shaojin has the opposite sex and no humanity, he should be used to it long ago, not to mention, he was beaten up just now.
Feng Yichen looked around at the windows upstairs, the backyard was much larger than the last Wenjing Garden, this residence should have been carefully selected by Feng Shaojin.
There is a large pasture, and there is a horse. The long stream shines like a jade belt in the sun, passing through the backyard, and there is an exquisite stone arch bridge on the stream.
Downstairs is the flower garden, where various flowers and plants are planted, which are bright and eye-catching.
Feng Shaojin is a person who knows how to enjoy himself very much. If he hadn't been forced to come back to take over the Feng family, he would have become the most successful businessman, owning his own castle-like residence and manor, and living a life like a fairy.
Feng Yichen suddenly hated this era a little bit.
All of them have become victims of being carried by the times, and they can't help themselves.
The greater the ability, the more constraints, and the heavier the high expectations placed.
When Feng Yichen returned to the bedroom again, he saw that Mo Lingwei had woken up, her eyes were empty, she looked up at the sky, her eyes were dull.
The whole person is as dead ashes, lifeless, and has no desire to survive.
Feng Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, touched her forehead with his hand, and slowed down his voice: "Are you awake?"