Chapter 2355

Feng Shaojin hugged her like this for a long time, until Mo Lingwei's arms were sore, he pushed him away forcefully, Feng Shaojin fastened her clothes one by one, and suddenly said: "Ling Wei, in this life, I will definitely give you an explanation."

Mo Lingwei felt a little bit resistant to his inexplicable words, and didn't bother to ask the bottom line, but kept silent.

Mo Jinlan stood at the door, listening to the movement inside, turned around silently and went back to the hall to sit.

After Xiu'er finished writing, she practiced darts in the hall.

Mo Jinlan saw that although Xiu'er was young, but he practiced well, he couldn't help but walked over, wanting to teach him: "Xiu'er, looking at little aunt's movements, the dart is caught between the index finger and middle finger In the meantime, use strength on the wrist and aim at the target..."

Mo Jinlan raised his finger, and the dart hit the red heart.

Xiu'er's eyes brightened, her small body pushed Mo Jinlan away, stood in her position, imitated her appearance, and was about to shoot the dart, when the door of the hall was pushed open from the outside.

Feng Shaojin and Mo Lingwei walked in side by side.

Seeing that Xiu'er was practicing darts again, Feng Shaojin strode over, held Xiu'er's hand with his fingers, and corrected Xiu'er's subtle movements...

The man's voice was rare and gentle, his brows and eyes were narrowed sharply, more like a young and handsome loving father.

Mo Jinlan was stunned, she had expected that Feng Shaojin would love this child, but she didn't expect that Feng Shaojin would have so much patience with this child.

If there is not a lot of love, how can there be so much tenderness?

Mo Jinlan couldn't help but think, it was because of Mo Lingwei that Feng Shaojin loved the house and black, and regarded Xiu'er, who was not his own child, as his own.

Or is it because he regards himself as Xiu'er's real uncle that he loves Xiu'er so much?

But among the men in this world, how many of them can achieve Feng Shaojin's level when facing a child who has no blood relationship with him?

Seeing that Feng Shaojin and Xiu'er were having fun, Mo Lingwei picked up the cloak Feng Shaojin threw on the chair, turned around and left the hall.

Mo Jinlan followed behind Mo Lingwei, saw her enter the bedroom, and after a while, she came out with a tub filled with clothes.

Mo Jinlan stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, you have never done these things."

Mo Lingwei simply picked in the tub, picked out Feng Shaojin's clothes and handed them to Mo Jinlan: "I'll just wash Xiu'er and my clothes."

Mo Jinlan stared at Mo Lingwei with some resentment, and wanted to say something, but she glanced in the direction of the hall from the corner of her eye, but hesitated to speak.

She turned around and walked angrily towards the pool.

Mo Lingwei followed behind her to the pool.

She poured out all the clothes, put Xiu'er's ink-stained padded jacket aside, then wet her own clothes in the water, piled them up in a pile, sat on the bluestone slab, and patted the clothes with a mallet.

Mo Jinlan: "..."

Seeing that her snow-white fingers were turning red from the cold water, Mo Jinlan ran to the acacia tree on the bank and shook it. After shaking off a few saponins, she walked to the pool and grabbed Mo Lingwei's hand. With the mallet in the camp, he said angrily: "You are a person who is born to be the eldest lady. You can't do these things. This kind of rough work, let me do it. You still keep these hands and don't hurt the wounded people in the camp." Let the sick patients undergo surgery."

Mo Lingwei saw Mo Jinlan sprinkle soap horns on her wet clothes, and beat them vigorously with a mallet. After a while, white bubbles gushed out.

Looking at Mo Jinlan's skillful movements, Mo Lingwei felt mixed emotions in her heart...