Chapter 2383

Feng Shaojin stayed in the side room, while serving Xiu'er to wash and wash, while overtly and secretly inquiring about what happened.

"Xiu'er, how did your aunt get sick?"

Xiu'er shook his head.

"Is aunt angry?"

Xiu'er continued to shake her head.

"Did Auntie say anything to you?"

Xiu'er still shook her head.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin wrung out the towel, thought for a moment a little discouraged, and asked, "Then Xiu'er think about it again, what did aunt do before she got sick?"

Xiu'er was soaking in the bathtub, playing with the warm water with her little hands, and lowered her eyes: "Look at the painting."

"Looking at the painting?" Feng Shaojin was a little confused: "What painting?"

"My aunt's painting." Xiu'er gestured with her small hands: "Many aunts."

Xiu'er just started talking again, and a lot of words were spinning on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't know how to say it, she just repeated a few simple words back and forth.

Feng Shaojin frowned: "You mean my aunt drew a lot of paintings?"

Xiu'er shook his head.

Feng Shaojin asked again: "There are many aunts in the painting?"

Xiu'er nodded, and added: "In the carriage..."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin seemed to have thought of something, his handsome brows and eyes instantly became cold and sharp, and the breath around him was about to stagnate.

Feng Shaojin twisted Xiu'er who was almost soaked out of the bathtub, wrapped him in a dry towel, changed him into a shirt, and hugged him and stuffed him directly into the quilt.

He wiped Xiu'er's wet black hair, "Xiu'er said, before my aunt got sick, she saw those paintings in the study?"

Xiu'er nodded again.

Feng Shaojin's heart tightened, and he calmly coaxed Xiu'er: "Xiu'er, be good, go to bed, children can only grow taller when they sleep well."

Xiu'er blinked, stared at Feng Shaojin, and said softly, "Uncle."

"Um?"

"You like my aunt?"

"I like it." Feng Shaojin's thin lips hooked up, his smile was warm and soft, and he tucked his quilt into his corner: "I like it very much. In my uncle's heart, no one can compare to your aunt."

Xiu'er said again: "Be nice to my aunt."

"Yeah." Feng Shaojin couldn't help laughing, like a beautiful moon: "I will treat her very well."

Xiu'er yawned and closed his eyes.

The child's drowsiness came as soon as he said it, Feng Shaojin was sure that Xiu'er had fallen asleep, and slowly stood up, instead of looking for Mo Lingwei, he went straight to the study.

He raised his eyes to the top layer of the bookcase, and saw that the inconspicuous booklet was gone.

Feng Shaojin stepped on the stool, took down the stack of drawing papers, and turned over the pages one by one.

Sure enough, those portraits arranged according to the date were completely disrupted. Feng Shaojin searched the bookshelf again, and the notebook left by Feng Shaoqing was indeed missing.

Thinking of what Xiu'er said, there was still something Feng Shaojin didn't understand.

That booklet was given to him by Feng Yichen when he had a fight with Mrs. Feng, and asked her to be considerate of Mrs. Feng's situation.

Those paintings were also included in this booklet and handed to him together.

He had already read the contents of the booklet, but he didn't expect that his brother would draw so many portraits of Mo Lingwei.

Lifelike, written with spirit.

He remembered that Feng Shaoqing didn't study painting much in the past, but he didn't expect that he could achieve such a vivid state when painting Mo Lingwei.

He had nowhere to put this booklet and portrait, so he simply put it in this courtyard.

During the time when Mo Lingwei left, when he thought of her feeling uncomfortable, he opened it and took a look, spending so many lonely and lonely times with him.

Later, when Mo Lingwei and Xiu'er came over, he also forgot about it...