Facing Mo Jinlan, she wanted to be friendly with her, but she panicked.
She wanted to hate her, but she couldn't.
The same lady who came from the Mo family, she and Mo Jinlan are now in a master-servant relationship because of a man.
It's really funny.
It is not known how it would be if people in the upper class ridiculed it behind their backs.
Although Mo Lingwei is used to being served by servants, she is not used to being served by Mo Jinlan. She looked at it for a moment and said, "Let me do the laundry. You can take care of Feng Shaojin's clothes."
Mo Jinlan looked up at her, her loose hair stuck to the corner of her lips, she raised her hand to stroke her hair, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her bright red lips: "I'll wash you and Xiu'er by the way." clothes, don’t you think I’m flattering you?”
Mo Lingwei frowned slightly: "I didn't mean that."
"I'm just afraid that a pampered young lady like you will freeze her delicate and tender hands in ice water, and then Shaojin will feel very distressed." Mo Jinlan quickly turned over the clothes, and saw the clothes on the cheongsam. I rubbed the stained blood with my own hands: "A martial arts practitioner like me has thin calluses on his fingers, so it doesn't matter if he soaks in ice water."
After finishing speaking, she seemed a little aggrieved: "For you, Shaojin shot and killed five guards related to the He family. This incident has already spread in the camp. Mo Lingwei, I should say that you are Is it better to be a troublemaker or should I say that you are a beauty?"
Mo Lingwei hugged her knees with her arms, and said casually: "I only know that I performed an operation and saved a general who was suffering from unbearable abdominal pain, and the rest has nothing to do with me."
"You always look like you are indifferent to the world, but these things are all because of you." Mo Jinlan became more and more angry: "You said that my mother ruined everything between you and your mother." , why don't you say that your mother is not open-minded enough?
In this world, as long as he is a powerful man, who doesn't have three wives and four concubines?
My mother has a big belly, and she just wanted to enter the Governor's Mansion as a concubine, but your mother didn't agree... At that time, Mrs. Mo was still alive, and it was impossible for the old man to watch his grandson live outside.
As long as your mother is willing to back down a step, it won't be such a trouble in the end. "
Mo Lingwei's face was as cold as the cold wind blowing.
"When the father-in-law asked to marry my mother, he promised that she would be alone in this life, that she would not take concubines, and would not have a concubine or a concubine.
It was the father who broke the promise first, first the outer room, then the common room, and finally even took your mother home. It stands to reason that all these results were caused by the father.
But your mother shouldn't have never done that, she shouldn't have plotted to frame my mother, and even until my mother passed away, she didn't return her innocence. The entire old man in the Governor's Mansion thought I was my mother's illegitimate daughter... ...."
Some pains will eventually pass, but the marks left behind are deeply engraved in Mo Lingwei's mind: "My mother wants to reconcile, but the father disagrees.
My mother became ill from accumulated worries and wanted to go abroad for medical treatment, but my father still disagreed.
He would rather watch my mother die in the governor's mansion than let my mother leave.
Mo Jinlan, tell me, what is the difference between my current situation and my mother's? "
Mo Jinlan: "..."
Mo Jinlan's veins popped out of the back of her hand holding the mallet, she gritted her teeth, and took a while to fight back: "You are not your mother, and I am not my mother, I will not use any means to harm you.
Shaojin is not his father-in-law either. If a cold and aloof man like him can give up his body for you and stain his hands with blood, he will never let you down in his life. "
"Really?" Mo Lingwei raised her lips, her face full of sarcasm: "But he has already failed me."