Chapter 2207

Mo Lingwei rolled up his cuffs, but found that the cuffs were too narrow and could not be rolled up at all.

Feng Shaojin simply unbuttoned his neckline, took off his coat, and opened his clothes to reveal his upper body. His strong chest was covered with criss-crossing scars and bullet scars.

The man's honey-colored muscles are tight, vigorous and full of tension,

Mo Lingwei was stunned for a moment, her eyes flickering.

She only knew about the war in the north, but she didn't know that he had suffered so many injuries.

Feng Shaojin took off his shirt, revealing the arm that Xiu'er had bitten. The child fell into a nightmare and exhausted all his strength, leaving two rows of bloody teeth marks.

Fortunately, it was separated by two layers of clothes, otherwise, I don't know what kind of injury it would be.

Mo Lingwei stood up: "I'll go get the medical kit, just wait a while."

Mo Lingwei went downstairs and went to the pharmacy to get the medical kit. The servant chased after her and asked, "Young madam, is the young master dreaming again?"

Mo Lingwei nodded: "Before I came, did Xiu'er live like this?"

"Yes, the last time was in the middle of the night. None of us could coax him. It was the guards who ran to the camp and called the young master over, and the young master was able to coax him."

The servant said mysteriously: "Young Madam, this kind of thing is actually very common in our hometown. People in our village say that the child is too young, his soul is not yet complete, he has a dream, and there are dirty things to take him away. He refused to leave, that's why..."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei was terrified.

The servant continued: "This is actually easy to handle. There is a temple on the outskirts of the city called Wuyin Temple. The incense is very prosperous. There are so many people praying to God and worshiping Buddha. You can donate some sesame oil and ask for a peace talisman, and the Bodhisattva will bless you." The young master is safe and sound."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei is a doctor and doesn't believe in these things.

Seeing her hesitation, the servant persuaded: "Young Madam, I'd rather believe it than nothing, go and try it, it won't do any harm anyway."

Mo Lingwei nodded: "Okay, I will pick a time tomorrow."

She twisted the medicine bag and went upstairs.

Feng Shaojin changed positions and lay beside Xiu'er, and fell asleep in such a short time.

The man's handsome face was exhausted, there was a faint bruise under his eye sockets, his eyebrows were stretched, his jaw was smooth, and his Adam's apple could be seen slightly protruding.

The clothes were still open, revealing large areas of honey-colored skin, and the scar at the heart where the gunshot wound was shot was still clearly visible.

"I'm not afraid of freezing anymore." Mo Lingwei muttered, pulling the quilt from Xiu'er and putting it on him.

Holding his long arm, she took the medicine and smeared it on the teeth marks that Xiu'er had bitten out, and then leaned over and blew on it.

Feng Shaojin's tightly closed eyes opened a gap, seeing that she was concentrating on cleaning his wound, a gentle and satisfied light flashed in the bottom of her eyes, and then closed them again.

Mo Lingwei treated the wound, put Feng Shaojin's arm into the quilt, stood at the window, stared at the scenery downstairs in a daze.

She didn't know how she felt about Feng Shaojin at this moment.

The person who stole Xiu'er was Mo Jinlan, not Feng Shaojin's idea, but it was also because of him.

But he was good enough to Xiu'er, but he was unwilling to send Xiu'er back to Jincheng.

In terms of gratitude, it seems to be a little owed, and in terms of resentment, it seems that it is not enough.

Heart like dual screen, there Chien knot.

"What are you thinking?" A deep and pleasant voice rang in her ears, and Feng Shaojin put his coat on her.

Mo Lingwei turned around, and saw that Feng Shaojin had gotten up at some point, her clothes were neatly put on, and her collar was buttoned tightly...