Chapter 2150

Mo Lingwei's foggy and clear eyes moved, looked at him, turned away without saying a word.

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen said again: "You have been in a coma for three days, I'll bring you some porridge to eat."

Mo Lingwei was indifferent.

Feng Shaojin pushed open the door, came in with fragrant porridge, and stood at the head of the bed.

Mo Lingwei finally had a reaction. She was trembling all over, even her teeth were chattering, her voice was completely hoarse, and her breathing was weak, "Feng Shaojin, I will kill you, I will kill you."

Feng Shaojin stood where he was, holding the porridge bowl in both hands, and his feet seemed to have taken root.

He saw the mad hate in her eyes.

Like a burning flame, I can't wait to burn him up.

Feng Yichen snatched the porridge bowl from Feng Shaojin's hand, and pushed him: "You go out first, I'll feed her something, don't stand here and block your eyes."

Feng Shaojin was pushed back again and again, and was about to go out, but couldn't help but glance at her sideways, seeing bloodstains from the corner of her lips, was startled, strode to the edge of the bed, pinched her chin with her fingers : "Ling Wei, don't bite yourself."

Before Feng Yichen could react, Mo Lingwei had already grabbed Feng Shaojin's outstretched hand, and bit hard on the back of his hand.

Feng Shaojin was like a wooden stake, letting Mo Lingwei bite him, watching the blood slipping from the back of his hand, he didn't even frown.

Feng Yichen looked terrified, and dragged Feng Shaojin out of the bedroom door.

Two rows of deep bloody tooth marks were left on the back of Feng Shaojin's hand. Fortunately, Mo Lingwei was in a coma for three days and three nights, but she was too timid to tear off a piece of flesh from the back of Feng Shaojin's hand. .

After shutting Feng Shaojin out, Feng Yichen walked to the bedside, and saw Mo Lingwei lying on the bedside vomiting.

He hadn't eaten for several days, and what he vomited was acid water mixed with blood.

Feng Yichen was not very good at serving people, so he poured warm water into the basin clumsily, wiped Mo Lingwei's face with a handkerchief, and poured water to rinse her mouth, "Ling Wei, my brother... ..knew I was wrong."

Mo Lingwei raised her head, her eyes glistened with water: "So, should I forgive him?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen was dumbfounded.

Supporting her weak body, Mo Lingwei sat up from the bed, panting hard, shaking her hands tremblingly, opened the wide cuffs of her white jacket little by little, and stretched her arms in front of Feng Yichen: "Feng Yichen Yichen, do you know what he did to me?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

Why didn't he know that he had already beaten Feng Shaojin severely.

All the wounds were concentrated on Feng Shaojin's face, thinking that he could get back Mo Lingwei's sympathy.

Mo Lingwei couldn't even sit still, she leaned against the head of the bed, retracted her arms covered in bruises, and began to unbutton her jacket.

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen panicked: "Ling Wei, what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?" Mo Lingwei tore and tugged at the collar of her shirt: "I want Master Yichen to see the wounds on my body clearly, and let you judge whether I should kill him or not."

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen quickly turned his face away: "Ling Wei, I've already beaten my brother, you...you don't want to be like this."

Feng Shaojin went crazy and he couldn't stand it.

Mo Lingwei was mad with anger, but he still couldn't stand it.

These two people have a viciousness in their bones, especially Mo Lingwei, who usually doesn't look like a mountain, but when he shoots and kills, he is calmer than a man...

Feng Yichen didn't know what to do, Feng Shaojin who had been standing at the door and never left broke in again: "As long as you get better, my life is waiting for you to take it anytime!"