Mo Lingwei stood on the steps blankly, staring blankly at the disappearing figure, her whole body was numb.

The servant couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward to pull her: "Young Madam, you are still sick, so you can't stand under the eaves to blow the cold wind, what should you do if you get sick again, go back to your room quickly."

With that said, he helped her into the conservatory.

A fire was lit in the fireplace, and hot air radiated from it continuously, making the conservatory as warm as spring.

There was a copybook on the table that Xiu'er hadn't cleaned up in time, and a potted plant transplanted by the flower farmer on the window sill. The lush green plant unexpectedly grew a flower bud at some point.

Mo Lingwei turned a blind eye to all this, she only had regrets in her heart, why couldn't she restrain herself, why did she anger Feng Shaojin.

Anyway, she has been imprisoned here, what if it is a tool? What if it's not a tool?

Is there anything more important than Xiu'er staying by her side well?

Mo Lingwei leaned on the recliner, with a thin blanket on her body.

The back of her hand was covering her eye sockets, and her mind was in a mess.

Man is a knife and she is fish.

When Feng Shaojin showed that he liked her, it seemed that she was the most important thing in everything, but once the illusory truth was exposed like a Haishi Chenlou, the man tore off his mask and stopped making up these unnecessary things dreamy.

When Feng Shaojin was willing to treat her well, he kept her in captivity like a pet, and he could get her whatever she wanted.

When she saw through his thoughts and wanted to resist when he was disobedient, Feng Shaojin took away the person she cared about the most.

This man knows exactly where her seven inches are.

She tried hard to get Xiu'er to stay, and Mo Lingwei almost forgot that this man has always been hard-hearted and never said anything, so he never cared about her feelings.

It's just that he treated her better, she almost forgot his true nature.

Mo Lingwei regretted it.

The servant came over with the stewed tonic, put it on the corner of the table beside the recliner, and whispered: "Young Madam, drink some tonic, the young commander said that as long as you take good care of your body, eat and sleep carefully, you will be able to eat and sleep in a few days." Send the young master back."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

After the servant finished speaking, seeing that Mo Lingwei didn't respond, he had to quietly back out.

The sound of the door being closed sounded, and Mo Lingwei took away the arm that rested on the eye socket, opened her eyes, sat up, and had to swallow the bowl of supplements whole.

When the servant came in again, there was not even a drop of soup left in the bowl.

Mo Lingwei lay in the conservatory for a day, finished dinner, and went to the study.

The booklet was put back in its original place, and Mo Lingwei only felt it was an eyesore, as there was no normal person in the Feng family.

It took her eight lifetimes of bad luck to meet the three brothers of the Feng family, which the entire Yuncheng is proud of...

in the compartment.

Xiu'er was hugged by Feng Shaojin who was chasing up.

Xiu'er sat on Feng Shaojin's lap, her small body straightened, she stretched her neck to look out, and asked softly, "Where's Auntie?"

"My aunt has been ill recently. I asked my aunt to stay in another courtyard to rest. These days, you go to the camp with my uncle. Will my uncle take care of you?" Feng Shaojin's face was full of love, like a young old father.

"I miss my aunt." Xiu'er wrinkled her small face: "There is only one aunt."

This child didn't hurt in vain, but he had a bit of conscience, and he knew how to care for others at a young age.

"My aunt is not alone, there are many people around my aunt who take care of her." Feng Shaojin rubbed Xiu'er's head in comfort, "In two days, when my aunt gets better, my uncle will take time to visit my aunt, Xiu'er do not worry......"