Chapter 2311

I don't know how long it took before Feng Shaojin pushed the door open and stood in front of Mo Lingwei. The man dragged a chair and sat down beside her. His tall body leaned forward slightly, getting closer to her a little.

Mo Lingwei raised her eyes and met Feng Shaojin's deep eyes.

Feng Shaojin suddenly became a little nervous, and reached out to hold her clasped hands on her knees, not knowing how to speak to her.

Mo Lingwei spoke: "Where's Xiu'er?"

"After reading for a while, taking medicine, he was a little tired, so I sent him to the guest room to rest." Feng Shaojin added: "He is asleep now."

"En." Mo Lingwei lowered her eyes.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Feng Shaojin endured it, seeing that she had no intention of bringing up the past, but couldn't help it.

"what you mean?"

"For example, what Mrs. Feng said when she came here..." Feng Shaojin stared at her expression without blinking.

When Mrs. Feng was mentioned, Mo Lingwei's eyebrows finally fluctuated. She frowned, a look of impatience flashed in her eyes, and she remained silent.

Feng Shaojin had no choice but to explain bluntly: "I planned to go back to Wenjing Garden that night, but I was a little bored, Yichen asked me to drink, so I drank a few more glasses.

The servant served the food, and my stomach was burned by the wine, so I drank a few mouthfuls of the soup. I didn't know that the soup was tampered with...

Later, Mo Jinlan sent me back to my room, but I didn't expect her and I to be locked in the bedroom.

In order to keep her innocence, she jumped out of the window, and I..."

Feng Shaojin thought for a while, afraid that Mo Lingwei would be worried about Mo Jinlan's injury, so he simply didn't confess what happened afterwards, and only said: "I and her have always been innocent..."

Mo Lingwei gave a faint "hmm".

It's like listening to a story that has nothing to do with me, with no eyebrows, a dull expression, and no interest at all.

No anger, no questioning, no doubt, no noise, and no touch!

Feng Shaojin looked at her with a nonchalant expression, and closed her spread fingers together, tightening them little by little.

At this moment, he understood.

She didn't care what he did at all, and she didn't care whether he and Mo Jinlan were innocent or not. She didn't even take him seriously, so why should she care?

The relationship between him and Mo Jinlan, whether it's innocent or unclear, has nothing to do with her, and has nothing to do with her.

Feng Shaojin's grip on her hand intensified: "You just...don't care at all?"

Mo Lingwei's fingers hurt from being pinched by him, she turned her eyes to look at him, her eyes were calm, like a lake without any ripples.

Her voice was extremely dull, "Is it useful to care? Since it's useless, why should you care?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's throat choked, "Ling Wei, what happened to Xiu'er was just an accident, no one thought of it..."

Mo Lingwei broke free from his fingers, stood up, walked to the window and stood, looking at the white snow in the backyard that had not completely melted.

Her back was as thin as a gust of wind, and it was like a painting engraved in front of the window. It was so beautiful that it was unreal.

A low voice came from between her lips, and poured into Feng Shaojin's ears: "I was wrong."

Feng Shaojin's eyes moved, not knowing why.

"If I would have stayed by your side willingly from the very beginning, so many things would not have happened in the future, and so many innocent people would not have been involved." Mo Lingwei's voice was hollow and ethereal: "You help me! Send Xiu'er back to Jincheng, okay?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Xiu'er has recovered, but she still insists on this decision...