Chapter 2210

The sun is setting, and the setting sun is long and round.

The servant came over and asked Mo Lingwei in a low voice, "It's getting late, when is dinner?"

Feng Shaojin was too cold and serious, and the servants didn't dare to disturb her. Only after Mo Lingwei came, the servants came to ask Mo Lingwei directly no matter what happened in the other courtyard.

Mo Lingwei looked up at the sky: "Let's set the meal."

She picked up Xiu'er, who was walking like a horse, and walked into the main building.

Feng Shaojin raised his foot and walked behind her, not far or near.

Mo Lingwei glanced back at him, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything you particularly want to eat?"

"You have been in the Young Marshal's Mansion for a few years, and you know how to cook?" Feng Shaojin asked back.

Of course she wouldn't, so she simply shut up.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Mo Lingwei sat down beside Xiu'er, and the three of them had a quiet dinner.

Feng Shaojin went to the study.

Mo Lingwei took Xiu'er to the backyard for a walk to digest food while telling him about Chu Yunyao's deeds, hoping that one day when Xiu'er gets better in the future, when mother and son recognize each other, they will not be unfamiliar and rejected.

Time is a strange thing, just like feelings that grow silently.

When a child is ignorant, he will use instinct to distinguish who is good to him and who is not good to him around him, instead of forming a relationship with his biological parents out of thin air based on distant longing.

When Xiu'er was tired from walking, Mo Lingwei took him back to the room to freshen up, sat on the edge of the bed and read the historical records to lull him to sleep.

Xiu'er lay flat with her small body, folded her hands on her heart, breathed steadily, and soon fell asleep.

Mo Lingwei put down her book and went to the ear room.

When he came out of the side room, he happened to see Feng Shaojin push open the door of the bedroom, with wet black hair, wearing a thin white shirt, looking around the bedroom, as if he was looking for her.

Mo Lingwei gathered her outer shirt, looked at Feng Shaojin, feeling a little uneasy.

Seeing her, Feng Shaojin leaned lazily on the door frame, folded his arms, and raised his chin at Mo Lingwei, "Come out!"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei stood still.

Feng Shaojin had no choice but to say, "If you're not afraid of waking Xiu'er up, we can talk here."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei picked up the clothes from the chair and put them on her body, followed Feng Shaojin to the hall with her head down.

Mo Lingwei grabbed the dry cotton cloth on the back of the chair, walked behind Feng Shaojin, and wiped his wet black hair.

Feng Shaojin asked: "Have you figured out how to make me happy?"

"What do you want to be happy?" Mo Lingwei was really helpless, she was not good at trying to figure out Feng Shaojin's mind.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin sighed faintly, grabbed her wrist, pulled her hard, and sat her on his lap.

He grabbed the cotton cloth in her hand and wiped it on her head a few times indiscriminately, then threw the cotton cloth aside.

The thin strands of hair hung down, and under the shadow of the candlelight, it added a bit of softness and warmth to the man's stern face.

"Is that why you don't understand my thoughts?" Feng Shaojin said unwillingly, her long fingers with well-articulated knuckles scraped across her soft lips with lingering warmth.

Mo Lingwei clenched her fists, even breathing in panic: "Feng Shaojin, you can't bully me like before, I..."

I will kill you!

The soft laughter spread over her head like ripples on the surface of the lake, Feng Shaojin smiled narrowly and cheerfully, "Where did you think?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Didn't he mean it?

Mo Lingwei raised her head in doubt.

Feng Shaojin raised his hand and tapped his lips with the pad of his index finger, "Huh?"