Chapter 2341

"Then what do you want?" Mo Lingwei's face became calmer and calmer, "What do you want to hear? I'll tell you everything."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin rubbed her face with his fingertips, afraid to see the indifference from her face, his head gradually recovered his composure: "I still have some important things to deal with now, I'll talk about them tonight."

He didn't want to see her lifeless puppet face, even though it was so delicate and perfect.

He leaned over slightly, bit her lip hard, let her go suddenly, turned around and left the hall, and walked towards the meeting hall.

If he continued to stay, Feng Shaojin didn't know what he would do, he needed something to divert the anger gushing out of his heart.

Mo Lingwei's slender body swayed, her palm rested on the table, and the other hand rubbed her shoulders and slender waist. The strength she had maintained during the verbal battle with Mo Jinlan suddenly collapsed. .

Holding on to the wall, she walked back to the bedroom step by step, and sat on the edge of the bed.

She really didn't know that Mo Jinlan and Feng Shaojin had also suffered such heavy injuries and paid such a heavy price.

If at the beginning she could blame Feng Shaojin for everything that Xiu'er suffered without any burden, but now that she knew the whole picture and the truth of the matter, she didn't know who she should hate without any psychological burden.

Mo Lingwei sat in the bedroom until the sun set and the room gradually darkened.

There was movement in the small room connected to the bedroom, Mo Lingwei hurriedly stood up and walked over, but saw Xiu'er was holding an oil lamp and wanted to light it with charcoal fire.

Mo Lingwei quickly took it, lit the lamp with a match, looked at the thick stack of portraits on the table, couldn't help laughing, pointed to the person on it and asked Xiu'er: "Who is this painting?"

It doesn't look like Chu Yunyao.

"Gu...Gu." Xiu'er stretched out her ink-stained little finger, and tapped Mo Lingwei: "You."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei looked at Xiu'er's cherry blossom-colored lips, and the mist rising from the bottom of her eyes suddenly filled, and she choked up, "It turns out that Xiu'er drew my aunt, and I drew it."

She hugged Xiu'er: "Auntie is so touched, thank you Xiu'er."

The child's world is the purest, and all efforts are rewarded.

Although she often whispered the benefits of brother and sister-in-law in Xiu'er's ear, at this moment, she still held the heaviest weight in Xiu'er's heart.

But Mo Lingwei became sad again. If the child grew up with his parents, maybe it would be a different scene. She deprived her sister-in-law and mother-in-law of the right to be kind and filial.

Mo Lingwei poured warm water, and carefully scrubbed the ink stained on Xiu'er's face and fingers, "Xiu'er, call Auntie to listen to me a few more times.

Only by talking more can you learn to speak slowly, it doesn't matter if you speak slowly, in the future Xiu'er can learn to read the Three Character Classic with her aunt, okay? "

Xiu'er replied slowly, "Okay."

Mo Lingwei seems to have received great comfort. In this foreign land where the war is in turmoil, there is a relative who is related to her by blood, who can bring her infinite surprises and countless touches every moment.

Just like the flowers blooming among the ruins, there is always light and hope.

Mo Lingwei stuffed two Mrs. Tang into Xiu'er's quilt, and did not return to her bedroom until the quilt was warm and Xiu'er had settled down to sleep.

After simply washing and washing, she lifted the quilt and got in.

Compared with the dry north, the winter in the south is damp and cold. The thick bedding seems to be covered with a layer of dampness, and it is cold to the touch in the palm of the hand...