Feng Yichen said again: "From the time you entered the door to now, what you care most about is whether you can continue to please your father, and secondly, whether you have achieved your goal.
Don't you want to ask my brother how he is?
He soaked in the ice water all night last night, if he hadn't discovered it in time, he would not only have a high fever and be in a coma, maybe even his life would be lost..."
Mrs. Feng: "..."
Mrs. Feng never dreamed that things would develop like this.
Not only did he not count anyone, but he also lost himself.
It's like stealing a chicken without losing money.
Mrs. Feng was still not reconciled: "Even you are helping Mo Lingwei against me now? Have you forgotten how your elder brother died?
If it weren't for this woman, your elder brother would have died?
Your second elder brother won't go against your father and refuse to marry Jingshu for a long time. "
Feng Yichen ground his back teeth: "When it comes to elder brother, you only know that the woman he has been looking for is Mo Lingwei, but you never knew that the woman who saved elder brother's life was also Mo Lingwei.
What did she do wrong again?
The fault is the people who saved our Feng family over and over again?
The fault is being liked by both the elder brother and the second brother at the same time?
Now that she doesn't know what her elder brother is thinking, how innocent is she? "
The more Feng Yichen talked, the more irritable he became, he simply slammed the door and left the bedroom.
What kind of old millet rotten sesame is this?
From everyone's point of view, it seems that no one is wrong, but it seems that everyone is wrong, and it is ridiculously wrong.
The days when brothers and sisters were free and unrestrained were like a dream, and they could never go back.
Why did things develop like this?
After calming down, Feng Yichen suddenly realized that he wanted to hate, but he didn't know who to hate.
He is not Mrs. Feng, so he can't justly vent all his resentment and anger on Mo Lingwei.
He wanted to hate Feng Shaojin, but Feng Shaojin was also a victim.
He wanted to hate Mo Lingwei, but Feng Shaojin clearly made the decision to let him stay in Xiyang Country, and Mo Lingwei didn't know about it at all.
He wanted to hate himself, if he had returned to the country with Feng Shaojin and Feng Shaoqing, there might be room for maneuver in this matter.
But how could there be so many people in the world who knew earlier?
He seemed to be the bond between the Feng family and Mo Lingwei. He helped Feng Shaojin catch up with Mo Lingwei back then, and he had a friendship with Mo Lingwei as both a teacher and a friend. After all, he had more feelings for her. sympathy.
But he happened to belong to the Feng family, and the person who died was his own brother who was like a father and a brother.
Feng Yichen didn't know what would happen in Wenjingyuan, he went to see Mo Jinlan, who was still unconscious, and hurried to Wenjingyuan with his medical bag...
In Wenjing Garden.
Mo Lingwei sat on the edge of the bed like a walking corpse, looking at Xiu'er who had a high fever on the bed and kept raving, but was helpless.
Dosing medicine, giving injections, comforting, she has already done everything that should be done.
But Xiu'er was still in a daze, and the temperature on her body was getting higher and higher, showing no sign of subsiding.
Self-blame and guilt followed her like shadows, entangled her like weeds, and Mo Lingwei felt that her whole body was about to suffocate.
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, but Mo Lingwei didn't seem to notice it.
Feng Shaojin quickly walked into the bedroom with vain steps, and saw this lifeless scene: Mo Lingwei was holding Xiu'er's little hand in both hands, and his whole body seemed to be wooden and lifeless.
The child closed his eyes tightly, talking nonsense, twitching and trembling, his face flushed like a boiled shrimp.
Feng Shaojin stretched out his hand to Xiu'er's forehead, and was shocked. The temperature on Xiu'er's body was actually higher than his.