Chapter 2387

After the quarrel, Mo Lingwei never thought that Feng Shaojin would take Xiu'er away when he left.

Mo Lingwei blocked the door: "Feng Shaojin, what are you going to do? Where are you taking Xiu'er?"

"You have been in a bad mood for the past few days, which will affect the child. I will take him to the camp, and I will send him back when your mood is stable." Feng Shaojin turned to look at Xiu'er, who had already been carried into the car, and to the guards He ordered: "Let's go."

The carriage rolled, and Mo Lingwei wanted to chase the carriage, but after running a few steps, Feng Shaojin hugged her in his arms: "The conditions in the camp are not good, you should take good care of your body here."

Mo Lingwei was so angry that she slapped Feng Shaojin's face again: "Feng Shaojin, don't go too far."

Feng Shaojin took a few deep breaths and looked at her fixedly.

The servant hid in the corner and watched from a distance. Seeing the scene of Mo Lingwei beating someone, he was terrified.

The young lady usually speaks gently and softly, but she didn't expect to be unequivocal when she hit the young commander, and her strikes were quick, precise and ruthless, and extremely neat.

A clear slap print soon appeared on the young commander's handsome face.

Mo Lingwei seemed still angry, raised her hand, and slapped Feng Shaojin's face again.

This time, the wrist was held by Feng Shaojin.

He cut her arms behind her back, stood on the doorstep, hugged her tightly, and pressed his nose against the tip of her nose, breathing clearly.

"If you fight again, I will ignore the occasion."

As soon as the words fell, the man's thin lips fell on her cherry-colored lips.

Mo Lingwei's eyes widened, and there was a "boom" in her mind, and she was stunned.

After a while, she realized that she was ashamed and angry, wishing to run away, struggling desperately in his arms, wishing to stab the knife into his heart.

The cold wind blew through the hall, and there were three rows of guards standing outside the gate of the courtyard.

The servants were cleaning up not far from the yard.

People come and go, so many pairs of eyes.

Feng Shaojin, you bastard!

The harder she struggled, the tighter Feng Shaojin hugged her. In the end, his arms were like iron chains, and she couldn't move.

Seeing that she was not moving, Feng Shaojin finally let her go, resting his forehead on her forehead, his breathing was a little messy and hurried, and his tone was lingering, "Be good, you will be in the other courtyard." When I come back, in a few days, when the weather improves and you feel better, I will bring Xiu'er back to see you, huh?"

The ending of the last word rose, and his tone was full of helplessness, as if coaxing an unreasonable little girl.

Mo Lingwei's eyes were moist with anger, and she did not back down: "Give me back Xiu'er, keep Xiu'er here, and don't take him away."

Feng Shaojin stroked her little face: "Eat and sleep obediently every day, and when your health improves, Xiu'er will naturally come back to you."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei took his hand back, "Then I will go to the camp too, you take me to the camp together."

"The environment in the camp is harsh and the conditions are too simple."

"I am not afraid of hardship or simplicity."

"It's better for you to stay here." Feng Shaojin couldn't help saying, pushing her fingers away one by one: "That's the decision, if you are so reluctant, maybe Xiu'er will cry endlessly when she goes to the camp. "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

The man was so determined to take Xiu'er away from her that he was ruthless.

Feng Shaojin gathered her clothes, stepped forward with long legs, turned on the horse without looking back, and chased after the carriage shaking the reins...