Chapter 2245

Mo Lingwei was having dinner with Xiu'er in the dining room, and the servants were busy back and forth in the kitchen. The whole courtyard was still as quiet and peaceful as before, and it seemed that it had not been disturbed at all.

Mo Jinlan stood in the middle of the empty hall and asked, "Where are Mo Lingwei and the young master?"

The servant replied respectfully: "I'm having dinner in the restaurant."

Mo Jinlan seemed to have found an outlet for the anger held in her chest, and she rushed into the restaurant.

There were four delicate side dishes and a West Lake beef soup on the golden nanmu dining table. Xiu'er straightened up obediently and was drinking the soup with a spoon.

Holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, Mo Lingwei was patiently teaching Xiu'er the etiquette that should be paid attention to when drinking soup.

Mo Jinlan looked at this scene annoyed: the woman was dressed extremely exquisitely, her black hair was coiled up high, and was fixed with an exquisite hairpin. The woman who usually doesn't like to wear jewelry even wore an exquisite hairpin on her wrist. The silver-white bracelet, except for the bruises around the eye sockets that seem to have not slept well, Mo Lingwei's whole person is the same as before.

She spoke softly, with a gentle voice, patiently instructing the two-year-old child over and over again: "Hold the bowl with your left hand, like aunt, and hold the spoon with your right hand. After scooping up the soup, your neck should move forward slightly." Pour the soup from the spoon into your mouth.

Yes, that's it, but it can't make a sound.

Eat without talking, sleep without talking, when chewing food and swallowing soup, keep your mouth shut..."

Xiu'er imitated Mo Lingwei, and quickly drank less than half of the bowl of West Lake Beef Soup.

Mo Jinlan silently stared at Mo Lingwei, biting her lip firmly, for Xiu'er's sake, she tried her best to restrain the burning anger in her heart.

After Xiu'er finished eating, Mo Lingwei knew that Mo Jinlan had something to say to herself, so she asked the servant to take Xiu'er to the backyard to eat.

When there were only two people left in the restaurant, Mo Jinlan finally gritted his teeth and opened his mouth: "You are so calm, don't you want to know any news about Shaojin?"

"Have you found him?" Mo Lingwei swallowed the soup in her mouth with difficulty, and looked at Mo Jinlan eagerly and expectantly.

I sent people out this morning to inquire about the news, and the guards came back to report before dinner. All I knew was that Governor Feng dragged his sick body to catch the thieves, and dealt with them on the spot, as a warning to others.

Feng Yichen also rushed back to Yuncheng, running between the Governor's Mansion and the front line...

For the rest, nothing was gained.

"No." Mo Jinlan's eyes were red and swollen like ripe peaches.

Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes in disappointment, and comforted herself: "Perhaps no news is the best news."

She scooped up another spoonful of soup on her own, forcing herself to drink it like chewing wax.

Mo Jinlan couldn't bear it anymore, strode over, grabbed the celadon bowl in front of her that still contained half a bowl of soup, and smashed it to the ground.

The porcelain bowl was torn apart, and the fragments flew, scattered to every corner of the restaurant.

"Mo Lingwei, Shaojin has never seen anyone alive or dead, yet you can still eat?!" Mo Jinlan roared uncontrollably in his accusation.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei threw the spoon in her hand on the table, her eyes were as calm as water, fixedly looking at the furious Mo Jinlan.

Mo Jinlan's eyes were blood red, his expression was desperate and his face was ferocious: "I have been looking for him for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, and you, not only are you not worried about him, you also dress up so that you can eat, sleep and sleep.

Does it mean that even if he died outside, it wouldn't affect your mood at all?

No, it can still affect your mood. You already hate him and want to run away from him time and time again. If he dies, you will be free and happy, right? ! "