Chapter 2382

When Feng Shaojin received the news and rushed back to the other courtyard, it was just the beginning of the clear sky after the snow, a sliver of the setting sun hung in the sky, the trees were bleak, and the wind was cold.

Mo Lingwei was afraid that Xiu'er would be too worried about herself, so she put on her clothes and got up, sat by the window, silently in a daze.

Feng Shaojin was shrouded in a chill, and when he opened the door and came in, he saw the woman's thin and slender body sitting on the recliner, wrapped in a thin blanket, staring out the window.

Even the sound he made when he pushed the door didn't seem to disturb her.

She sat in the shadow of the light curtain, with half of her small face hidden in the dark.

Feng Shaojin stood behind her, looked at her steadily, and felt that she was like a wisp of green smoke, which could not be grasped or grasped, and might go away with the wind at any time.

Feng Shaojin's heart panicked for no reason.

He walked to her side, bent down, put his palm on her forehead, and said softly: "I heard that you are sick and can't eat. Are you feeling better?"

Mo Lingwei turned her body slowly, turned her head to look, and met the man with eyes full of concern.

Mo Lingwei turned her head out of the window again, her tone was indifferent, "It's much better."

There was an aura of indifference around her.

Feng Shaojin keenly sensed that something was wrong with her.

He lived in the camp for a few days, and before leaving, he left chilblain ointment and horse oil for him, and in just two days, he didn't even want to look at him anymore.

What happened?

Feng Shaojin quickly searched in his mind, and ruled out those possibilities one by one.

Feng Shaojin moved closer again, with his thin lips almost touching her ears, and asked warmly, "Have you eaten yet?"

Mo Lingwei seemed to be frightened, and turned her head to the other side suddenly. In order to stay away from him, she bumped into the wall and made a muffled "boom".

Feng Shaojin quickly stretched out his hand, straightened up, protecting the spot where she was hit with his palm, and said in a pitiful tone, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Lingwei pushed away his hand, propped up the recliner with the palm of his hand, and stood up wrapped in a blanket.

She was already thin, and she hadn't eaten for two days, and she was trembling.

Feng Shaojin wanted to reach out to help her, but was blocked by her fingers.

Holding the wall, Mo Lingwei walked out step by step, out of the bedroom, and went downstairs to the dining room while holding on to the railing.

Feng Shaojin's cheeks bulged, and he followed her silently, a step away from her.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Mo Lingwei told the servant: "Go and ask the young master to come back for dinner."

The servant immediately went to the backyard to look for Xiu'er.

Feng Shaojin pulled up a chair, sat down beside Mo Lingwei, looked at the relatively rich soup on the table, brought the stewed herbal porridge in front of her, and asked unwillingly: "What's wrong with you?" ? Did I do something wrong that made you angry?"

He racked his brains: "Is it because Gu Wei was attacked on the way to send you back to the other hospital? Or is it because I didn't personally send you and Xiu'er back?"

Mo Lingwei ignored him, lowered her head, picked up a spoon and stuffed food into her mouth, swallowing it like chewing wax.

She was afraid that as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn't help but burst out the anger that had been pent up in her heart for a long time.

She was afraid of scaring Xiu'er.

The servant took Xiu'er back to the dining room, and Mo Lingwei scooped up soup for him, put vegetables in front of Xiu'er: "Look at you sweating profusely from practice, finish your meal quickly, and go upstairs for a soak." Take a bath, lest you get caught in the wind and cough."

Xiu'er saw that Mo Lingwei was getting better, and the melancholy of the past few days was swept away. She nodded at Mo Lingwei with a smile, and then buried her head and started to eat.

As soon as Xiu'er put down the bowl, Feng Shaojin couldn't wait to stand up, "I'll go and adjust the water temperature for Xiu'er."