Chapter 2384

If it wasn't for the one time when Xiu'er came to the study to look for things, he happened to see this booklet and portrait, so he would have been a little more wary.

It's not safe to put it in the camp, it's even less safe to take it with you, and it's not safe to put it in the study of the Governor's Mansion.

After thinking about it, Feng Shaojin put the brochure and the drawing paper together on the highest shelf, surrounded by reference books that he hadn't read all year round.

This booklet was also ordinary enough, it wasn't anything particularly eye-catching, and at a glance, it was submerged in the sea of ​​books.

Besides, this other courtyard will not live permanently, and the books that Mo Lingwei likes to read are all in the bookcase in the middle, and the probability of being discovered is very small.

People really can't have a fluke mentality in this life.

Feng Shaojin put the stack of drawing papers back on the desk, calmed down his tumbling mood for a while, and then went to Mo Lingwei.

He pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Mo Lingwei sitting in front of the dressing table, taking the pearl hairpin off her head.

The ink hair like a waterfall fell down and spread out on her thin back, making her porcelain-white face even smaller and more delicate.

Feng Shaojin closed the door casually, walked behind her, took the horn comb, looked at her in the mirror, and gently combed her long hair.

"Hair quality is really good." Feng Shaojin held her black and glossy black hair with her fingertips, the masseter muscles on the side of her face tensed, and asked: "Ling Wei, there is a booklet in the study, I can't find it, is it right?" Did you take it?"

Mo Lingwei opened the drawer, took out the booklet wrapped in yellow leather, and threw it on the dressing table, "I'll return it to you."

Her voice was indifferent and cold, and her face was even more indifferent.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin was suffocating for breath.

Mo Lingwei stood up, tucked her long hair behind her back, turned and walked to the edge of the bed: "Young commander has a lot of work to do every day, so you don't need to take the time to come here."

Feng Shaojin turned around and looked at her with long and narrow eyes: "Look."

"What do you say?"

"This is my brother's private record during his lifetime."

"Are you blaming me for taking his belongings without your consent?"

"That was not what I meant."

"Fortunately, I read it. If I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have figured out why I suddenly became a sinner of your Feng family."

Mo Lingwei's face was obviously smiling, and the smile was light and faint, but it looked like it made Feng Shaojin feel more distressed and powerless than crying.

Feng Shaojin clenched and loosened the hand that was tucked into the cuffs by his side, and then clenched it again.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Ling Wei, I know they blamed you for my brother's death, which is very unfair to you..."

He wanted to explain, but looking at Shang Mo Lingwei's black and white eyes, he didn't know where to start.

Mo Lingwei waited for a long time, only to wait for silence.

She gathered the shawl around her body, "I never thought that the person I accidentally saved for the first time would be Feng Shaoqing."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

"So, the person he has been looking for all these years has been me?"

"yes."

"The last time you went to Xiyang Country, is it because I was there?"

"yes."

"You already knew that the person he was looking for was me?"

"yes."

"So, your whole family thinks that if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be in danger on the way home?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin: "It's not your fault."

"Of course it's not my fault." Mo Lingwei couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the porcelain bottle on the low cabinet by the bed and threw it at Feng Shaojin: "If I hadn't saved him, he would have died long ago."

Feng Shaojin didn't dodge, the porcelain bottle hit his chest, making a dull sound.

Feng Shaojin snorted in pain, a bit of fishy sweetness welled up in his throat...