Xiu'er looked at the colorful chicken feathers that were torn off by Feng Shaojin's hands, and suddenly pouted her mouth in grievance, tightly squeezed the broken shuttlecock, and struggled to slide off Feng Shaojin's lap... ..

Seeing this, Mo Lingwei quickly hugged Xiu'er into her arms, and said comfortingly: "When we go to the street tomorrow, aunt will buy some more chicken feather shuttlecocks for Xiu'er that are prettier than this one, okay?"

Xiu'er's mouth was raised high, her small face was buried in Mo Lingwei's arms, her small body twitched, as if she was crying.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei gave Feng Shaojin a hard look, this person clearly did it on purpose.

It is enough to like to think wildly on weekdays, but he even refuses to let go of the gadgets given to Xiu'er by a servant, intending to destroy them.

What's your heart?

Feng Shaojin pinched a few chicken feathers in his hand, and explained insincerely: "Xiu'er, uncle didn't do it on purpose. When we get back to the mansion, uncle will tie it up again for you, okay?"

Mo Lingwei patted Xiu'er on the back: "Xiu'er, uncle didn't do it on purpose, uncle apologized to you."

All the way back to Wenjing Garden, Xiu'er didn't bother with Feng Shaojin anymore.

Feng Shaojin had to send the guards to the street to buy a bunch of various chicken feather shuttlecocks, and then go to the study to glue the chicken feather shuttlecocks back together again.

When he gave Xiu'er the repaired shuttlecock, the little guy's hostility finally disappeared.

Mo Lingwei saw that Xiu'er went to the hall to play with the shuttlecock by himself, and turned to look at Feng Shaojin: "I went to the temple today, Xiu'er had a great time, I want to take him there again tomorrow."

The anger that Feng Shaojin had just subsided surged up again, "Are you taking Xiu'er out to play, or do you want to see He Wenhao again?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei didn't want to bring trouble to He Wenhao, so she could only explain patiently: "I didn't even know that Second Young Master He was also in the temple today. It was just a coincidence. Don't think too much about it."

"Didn't you say that you would go back home after burning the incense?" Feng Shaojin refused to let go: "After meeting him, you seemed to have a very happy chat. Not only did you talk all afternoon, you also had dinner together."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei didn't want to quarrel with Feng Shaojin, so she compromised: "If you are unhappy, I won't go."

Feng Shaojin: "When did I become unhappy?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei raised her feet to go to the hall, but Feng Shaojin blocked the door of the bedroom: "Speak clearly, why am I unhappy?"

Mo Lingwei was very irritable: you have unhappy written all over your body, do you still need me to say it?

Simply vexatious.

Mo Lingwei suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, and asked nicely, "What do you want from me?"

What do you want her for?

Feng Shaojin looked at her resigned appearance, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

He thought that if he continued to quarrel, she would lose her temper with him and reason with him. No matter how bad it was, she might punch him twice.

But she didn't, and she didn't even punch her eyebrows.

Facing him, she quit even the slightest mood swings.

Feng Shaojin reached out and stroked her cheek, "Don't you know what I want from you?"

I want you to get along with me sincerely, as before, lose your temper with me without any scruples, make demands, and even play tricks on me at all costs.

It's not like it is now, even arguing with him is superfluous...

Feng Shaojin choked up, staring at her calm little face, feeling as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle in his heart, extremely frustrated!