Chapter 2269

Once Mo Lingyuan and Chu Yunyao attacked, the Feng family would not even be able to fight back.

Anyway, he has no ability to resist, but his brother Feng Shaojin has always given in unprincipledly in front of Mo Lingwei, as long as Mo Lingwei objects, how could Feng Shaojin turn against the Mo family?

Besides, adopting someone else's son is already at a disadvantage, if you have the ability to give birth to yourself!

"This handsome remembers that you once said that Ling Wei's body is cold, and the chance of conceiving is very small." Feng Shaojin ignored Feng Yichen's dumbfounded expression, and said softly: "If she can't give birth, this handsome will not be able to in this life Have their own flesh and blood.

You have been reluctant to get married for a long time, if our Feng family is destined to be an extinct successor in this generation, there is nothing wrong with cultivating Xiu'er as the heir of the Feng family! "

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Yichen only felt a row of crows flying over his head, and the thunder was rolling in, exploding in his ears, and his mind was stunned.

Feng Yichen was in a trance, he was sure and sure, Feng Shaojin was already in a daze.

What does it mean that you don't even want your own flesh and blood?

Why did he work so hard to hold on to the Feng family's foundation?

Before he could snarl and ask these things clearly, Feng Shaojin had already pushed him away, walked out in a hurry, and threw a sentence along the way: "Xiu'er is less than three years old, you are a big man, why should you be so small-minded? Do you care about older children?"

Feng Yichen: "..."

When did he care about it?

After he knew that the child was born by Chu Yunyao, he didn't even have the heart to scold him. Why did he suddenly become a small-bellied person?

Feng Yichen was full of complaints and grievances, and had nowhere to vent.

After Feng Shaojin threw the matter of the Qinglong Gang to Gu Wei, he hurried back to the other courtyard.

…

After Mo Lingwei coaxed Xiu'er, the servant heard the movement upstairs and came in with a prepared meal: "Young Madam, you have been sleeping for a long time, eat some bird's nest porridge."

Mo Lingwei put on her coat and asked, "How did I get back?"

"The young master brought you back." The servant was a little scared: "I almost frightened the old slave. When you and the young master came back, there was blood all over your head and body."

Mo Lingwei was silent, and said softly: "Thank you for cleaning up for me."

"Young madam is wrong, I didn't clean it up for you." The servant replied, "The old slave was just ordered to put two more quilts on the bed, it didn't help much."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei's small face gradually became serious: "Then I..."

"Young Marshal helped you wash and clean yourself." The servant's brows and eyes were full of smiles: "You were already unconscious at that time, and it was the Young Marshal who personally carried you to the ear room.

The young marshal also personally changed this clothes for you. The young marshal said that you were seriously injured, so he refused to give it to others.

Later, I invited Master Yichen to help you feel your pulse..."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei couldn't imagine the scene at that time. Fortunately, she passed out and knew nothing, otherwise...

…

Feng Shaojin took off the fox fur cloak, threw it at the entrance, and walked straight upstairs.

No one was in the bedroom.

Feng Shaojin searched, and there was the sound of Lang Lang reading in the study, and the woman's voice was ethereal and clear, "The beginning of etiquette lies in proper appearance, uniform appearance, and obedient speech;

A gentleman straightens his clothes, respects his gaze, as if people look at him and fear him, isn't this also majestic but not fierce?

A gentleman straightens his clothes, respects his vision, why should he be unkempt and then become a virtuous person?

..."

Xiu'er was sitting beside her, staring intently at the writing on the book.

Mo Lingwei's long hair hangs down and is loosely scattered behind her back. She is wearing a plain white long jacket embroidered with dark flowers. Between the corners of her brows and eyes, there is no trace of bloody fighting spirit, and she is full of peace and gentleness. …