When the car drove into the courtyard, Mo Lingwei pushed open the door, got out of the car quickly, and walked towards the main building without looking back. Her footsteps were messy and hurried, and she even forgot her cloak on the seat.
Feng Shaojin stared at her slender back, and walked in step by step.
"Where's Xiu'er?" Mo Lingwei broke into the bedroom, didn't see Xiu'er, and was in a panic.
"It's in the guest room." The servant heard the sound and ran out of the guest room: "The young master was brought back by Mr. Gu, and the old slave took care of him to sleep.
The young master refused to sleep last night, probably because he was waiting for you, young lady, seeing that you hadn't come back for so long, he couldn't hold back and fell asleep.
I slept a little late last night, and I haven't woken up yet. "
Mo Lingwei heaved a sigh of relief, nodded, and went to the guest room lightly.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Xiu'er who was sleeping soundly.
The little guy has delicate eyes, thick eyelashes and long eyelashes, lying quietly on the bed, peaceful and beautiful.
"Xiu'er, it's my aunt who is useless. I can't send you back to your father and mother. I can only wrong you to stay here with me." Mo Lingwei held his little hand outside the quilt: "Auntie I will definitely protect you."
Feng Shaojin stood at the door, looking at her steadily.
The side face of the woman is soft, and the love in her eyes seems to overflow from the bottom of her eyes.
Feng Shaojin couldn't hear what she said clearly, but seeing the tenderness and warmth overflowing from her body, Feng Shaojin seemed to be cursed, and his body froze in place.
If she had his child, she would love their child as much as Xiu'er.
It would be great if Xiu'er was his and her child.
Feng Shaojin's gaze shifted to her lower abdomen, his eyes were sad.
At the beginning, she and Feng Yichen teamed up to deceive her, saying that she was pregnant, which made him immersed in joy and relaxed his vigilance, and let her leave.
At one point he thought she had run away with her own child.
Now that I think about it carefully, this kind of thing can't happen at all.
After all, Feng Yichen was also from the Feng family, and he had always taken care of Mo Lingwei's body. If she was really pregnant, even if Feng Yichen wanted to let her go, he would wait for her to give birth to the child first.
After all, he is a descendant of the Feng family, he is Feng Shaojin's flesh and blood, Yichen is not so confused yet.
It was because he was dazed that he didn't accept Yichen's explanation.
Feng Shaojin raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.
Xiu'er had already woken up, the moment she opened her eyes and saw Mo Lingwei, joy flashed in her misty eyes, she quickly sat up from the bed, straightened her small body and reached out to touch Mo Lingwei.
Mo Lingwei smiled: "Xiu'er is awake? Auntie will take you to freshen up. Let's go downstairs and have breakfast."
Xiu'er nodded, slipped off the bed, put on his shoes and clothes, and went to the ear room.
When Mo Lingwei turned her head, she saw Feng Shaojin standing at the door. She wanted to say something, but felt that she had nothing to say, so she simply pursed her lips.
Feng Shaojin stepped into the guest room and stood in front of her: "Tomorrow I will go to the front line again, do you have anything to say to me?"
Mo Lingwei shook her head and then nodded, "Be careful, take care!"
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Well, these few words are better than nothing at all.
After breakfast, Feng Shaojin hurriedly left.
Mo Lingwei was teaching Xiu'er to write in the hall when an unexpected visitor came.
Mo Jinlan was dressed neatly in a riding outfit, with a metal chain around his waist, and came to Wenjing Garden.
Mo Lingwei glanced at her, and continued to teach Xiu'er to write with a calligraphy brush. Without raising her head, she asked, "What wind brought Second Miss Mo here?"