Feng Shaojin has seen this kind of look a lot. The suitors who once surrounded Mo Lingwei were more straightforward and enthusiastic. If he hadn't been ruthless enough, I don't know how many mad bees and butterflies would have... ...

Feng Shaojin leaned over, pinched her chin with his fingertips, carefully looked at her face, and suddenly kissed the corner of her lips.

Mo Lingwei turned her eyes away, and stood up in a panic, "I'm not feeling well, I want to rest for a while."

Feng Shaojin stared at her dodging eyes, sighed secretly, thinking about her injuries all over her body, pushed her long hair behind her ears, "Lie down on the bed for a while, so as not to hurt your feet."

Mo Lingwei got into the quilt, saw that Feng Shaojin not only did not leave, but sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "What else do you want to say?"

"Xiu'er is getting older, I'll have someone clean up the guest room, and let him sleep alone from now on." Feng Shaojin said, "It's better for boys to be independent as soon as possible. As an aunt, you can't stay with me all the time." with him."

Mo Lingwei: "But Xiu'er can't speak yet."

"He is very smart, he can already write at the age of three." Feng Shaojin pondered for a moment, and then said: "If you are willing, I would like to take Xiu'er to the camp for a period of time."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei must be reluctant, Xiu'er finally recovered a little, and left her side, if she fell into autistic state again, what should I do?

Feng Shaojin seemed to have known that she would not agree, and continued: "Yichen said that Xiu'er's symptoms were stimulated, and he couldn't always be locked up in another hospital."

Mo Lingwei hesitated: "Ke Xiu'er..."

"I will take good care of him." Feng Shaojin tucked the corner of the quilt for Mo Lingwei, leaned over to keep her mouth shut, and the delicate touch spread from the corner of her lips to the earlobe.

Mo Lingwei's breathing became heavy, as if countless little claws were grabbing her heart in her chest.

Feng Shaojin's voice was low and deep, resounding in her cochlea: "From the very beginning, I thought that Xiu'er was born to you. It used to be, it is now, and it will still be in the future..."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei's mind went blank: "I said, Xiu'er is my brother-in-law's child, and it is impossible for me to have a child."

"It's okay." Feng Shaojin's voice was extremely gentle: "These are not important, the important thing is that you like him, that's enough."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

She didn't know what Feng Shaojin meant by saying these words, and she didn't dare to ask, so she turned over and pulled up the quilt: "I'm asleep."

Feng Shaojin straightened up, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, then stood up, "When you get better, I'll take you back to the Governor's Mansion."

Mo Lingwei was motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.

There was no response for a while, and Feng Shaojin understood her thoughts to some extent, and did not force her to answer.

He quietly exited the bedroom.

There was a soft door closing sound, and Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, rubbing her forehead with a headache.

She didn't have a good impression of the Governor's Mansion at all. Now that the Governor suddenly changed his mind, he didn't know what medicine Feng's family sold in the gourd.



When Mo Lingwei woke up and opened the window, she happened to see Feng Shaojin holding Jiao Xiu'er shooting darts in the backyard.

Three meters away in front, there was a red heart target. Feng Shaojin held Xiu'er's hand and taught him how to push, aim, and shoot...

Big lanterns hung on the branches and at the gate of the courtyard, turning the night into day...

Feng Shaojin was so busy, Mo Lingwei originally thought that he was going to teach Xiu'er how to play darts, but he was just talking casually, but unexpectedly...