Chapter 2287

"It wasn't put in the food." He Jingshu hesitated and said, "Mo Jinlan watched closely, there were servants coming and going in the kitchen, so I only had time to sprinkle all the medicine into the soup.

But I hid outside the restaurant and watched. Shaojin drank the soup, and Master Yichen only ate a few mouthfuls of West Lake Beef Soup with a few chopsticks in it. "

Mrs. Feng felt a little regretful, if Yichen also drank the soup, it would be good to choose an upright girl from the mansion to serve her.

At this moment, Mrs. Feng's whole heart was on Feng Shaojin, so she couldn't care about Feng Yichen.

in the bedroom.

Feng Shaojin stared closely at the woman in front of him with his scarlet and narrow phoenix eyes. Mo Lingwei's figure was shaking in front of him. He could only feel "buzzing" in his ears, and couldn't hear what the woman said clearly.

Feng Shaojin rubbed his drowsy temples, and looked up again, only to see that the face of the woman standing in front of him turned out to be Mo Jinlan.

He narrowed his eyes, suppressed the discomfort in his body, and called out: "Ling Wei."

In a trance, he remembered again that Ling Wei seemed to be sent back to Wenjing Garden by him, and it was impossible to stay in the Governor's Mansion.

Feng Shaojin tugged at the neckline again, feeling his mouth dry, "Water."

Mo Jinlan was crying, with crystal tears overflowing from her eyes, she choked up and said, "There is no water, the door was locked from the outside."

She walked up to Feng Shaojin, knelt on the edge of the bed, and took his hand: "Shaojin, are you feeling bad, what should we do?"

Feng Shaojin stared at her face strenuously, trying to distinguish who this face was.

After looking for a long time, it seemed to be Mo Lingwei. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, but suddenly he couldn't say what he was full of reprimands. He just asked her in a low voice: "Didn't I ask Yichen to send you back to another hospital?" Right? Why did you stay here?"

Mo Jinlan stared at the man's affectionate eyes in horror, withdrew her hands in fright, sat down on the ground, and explained repeatedly: "I'm not Mo Lingwei, Shaojin, I'm Mo Jinlan, you misidentified me .”

There was a faint sobbing sound in Feng Shaojin's ears, and the smell of makeup and powder came from his nostrils one after another.

Feng Shaojin's eyebrows were slightly drawn together, Ling Wei's body had always had a faint and bitter medicinal scent, and occasionally there was the scent of osmanthus or jasmine scented hair oil, when did it smell like more powder?

When the abnormality in his body was about to be uncontrollable with reason, Feng Shaojin finally realized something.

He threw off the quilt abruptly and stood up, "You are not Ling Wei."

Mo Jinlan nodded desperately: "I am Jinlan, I am Mo Jinlan."

Feng Shaojin turned around and staggered to the ear room.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow is flying outside the window, and the dripping water turns into ice.

Feng Shaojin opened the window of the ear room, and let the howling cold wind sweep in the rain and snow. He looked at the bucket placed in the corner, smashed the thin ice formed by the water surface with his fist, grabbed the ladle, scooped it up, and took it with him. The cold water with crushed ice flakes poured down the head.

The icy cold feeling woke up his hot and swollen brain.

"You're going to get sick." Seeing this scene, Mo Jinlan raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, tears streaming more and more violently.

Feng Shaojin turned her head and saw the woman standing at the door, this time she finally saw her real face clearly.

It really is Mo Jinlan!

Feng Shaojin's voice was cold and cold, and a word escaped from his throat: "Get lost!"

The tone is solemn, with killing intent.

Cold water dripped down the man's black hair, flowed over the honey-colored skin with clear texture, and wet his white shirt.

In Mo Jinlan's eyes, the embarrassing appearance of this handsome and shady man who once lived and killed, forcibly added a trace of desolation to the point of distress.