Feng Shaojin was so angry that he became a beauty, and the news that he shot and killed five people quickly spread in the Feng family's army, even Mo Jinlan knew about it.
Only Mo Lingwei, who washed off the smell of blood, knew nothing about what happened in the camp.
Her long hair was loose, and she was only wearing a white jacket. Her black hair fell down and covered her entire back like a waterfall.
She wears a white pearl hairpin on her head. The crystal clear and round pearls are plump and shiny, and her black hair is like ink, and her skin is white and snowy.
She waited for quite a while, but no one brought over the coat, so she had to pick up the cheongsam that was draped over the back of the chair and wanted to put it on again.
The plain white cheongsam was stained with a few drops of blood, like bright red plum blossoms blooming in the cold snow.
Mo Lingwei suddenly remembered that the cheongsam that Feng Shaojin had given her seemed to be embroidered with various flowers.
Plum blossoms, peach blossoms, magnolias, peonies, lilies, and even green bamboos.
The dense mist in the ear room was dissipating, and the chill swept over.
Before Mo Lingwei could put on her clothes, they were ripped off from behind. Before she could turn around, a long pink embroidered jacket was draped over her body.
Mo Lingwei turned her head, and met Feng Shaojin's eyes as deep as cold pools.
The man's brows and eyes were full of anger, sharp as a knife, and he looked at her fixedly.
Mo Lingwei was taken aback, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Why did you bring me clothes?"
"I'm your man, shouldn't I be the one to deliver it?" Feng Shaojin moved her thin body over, supported her willow waist with big palms, and his mind was full of what those bastards said those words.
This waist is indeed too thin, he can hold it with one hand.
These people are really impatient for blatantly coveting his woman in front of his face.
He held her fingers with the other hand, and stared at the light-white fingertips carefully. The nails were like shells, smooth and shiny with a touch of powder, and there was a curved spot at the root of each nail. little crescent.
In the hand, it is soft and soft, as if it is made of white flour.
Seeing Feng Shaojin's strange expression, Mo Lingwei stared at her fingers for no reason, clenched her fists uneasily, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Who made you angry?"
After the operation, she was fine when she was sent here. She just washed and washed in the ear room for a while. Feng Shaojin's mood changed so much, and she didn't know what happened in this short period of time. What is it.
In the entire camp, does anyone dare to offend Feng Shaojin?
Mo Lingwei twitched her hand that was held in the palm of his hand, but she didn't pull it out. Instead, it was held even tighter by Feng Shaojin.
Feng Shaojin suddenly hugged her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair, and said in a low voice, "Ling Wei, I shouldn't have brought you here."
From the first day he knew her, he should have hidden her and not allowed anyone to peek at her beauty.
Mo Lingwei didn't know why the well-behaved Feng Shaojin said these words, and asked, "Then you want to send Xiu'er and me back to another hospital?"
"No." Feng Shaojin couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at this moment, "I brought you here because I want to celebrate the New Year with you and Xiu'er here."
I didn't expect that some ignorant bastard here would have his idea on her.
He just wanted to keep some more good times in each other's lives, just like before, with a little more sense of ritual, and these sense of ritual would turn into tiny touches and permeate into her heart bit by bit.
Subtly, it invaded her life, gradually became a habit, and finally became an inseparable part.