Chapter 2390

Mo Lingwei slapped his fingers off, bit her lips: "Why didn't you bring him back here to meet me?"

"Wait someday when you put a little bit of attention on Xiu'er on me, I'll bring him back to see you." Feng Shaojin picked up some more vegetables for her and piled them on the plate in front of her, " Eat quickly, I have been busy all day today, and I haven't had time to eat yet."

The servant brought a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Feng Shaojin.

Feng Shaojin poured half of the vegetarian soup into Mo Lingwei's bowl, and then soaked the rest of the soup in his own meal: "After the meal is over, I will tell you whatever you want to ask."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei felt that she was about to be angered and hurt internally.

This man used to forget that she talked to other men too much, but now he is so lucky that he even eats Xiu'er's jealousy.

It's just a weird thing.

Mo Lingwei lowered her head, forced herself to finish her meal, dropped her chopsticks, turned around and went upstairs.

Feng Shaojin followed her, entered the hall, leaned half on the wicker chair, and beckoned to Mo Lingwei, "Come here."

Mo Lingwei stood still.

"I don't want to know what Xiu'er has been doing these past few days?" Feng Shaojin looked at her leisurely, his face full of determination.

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to walk in front of him.

Feng Shaojin raised his hand to pick her up, pulled her into his arms, sat on his knees, took out a thick envelope from his arms, and handed it to Mo Lingwei: "Xiu'er wrote to you, it's so thick. Woolen cloth."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei didn't expect Xiu'er to write her a letter, and wrote such a thick letter.

She opened it hastily, and flipped through the pages one by one, only to find that there were only two handwritings on the paper, and the rest were drawings.

Although the child's handwriting is still a little immature, it is neat and tidy, and it has just taken shape. The content is nothing more than food, clothing, housing and transportation in the camp these days.

As for the content of the paintings, they were all things done in the camp, aiming, archery, squatting, writing and reading, but every painting had Feng Shaojin's figure.

Mo Lingwei was silent.

Feng Shaojin rested his chin on her shoulder, and pressed his handsome face against her cheek: "I didn't expect Xiu'er to draw me in."

Seeing that Mo Lingwei remained silent, Feng Shaojin said again: "Boys should look like boys, although Xiu'er is very obedient, the most important thing is to have courage.

Xiu'er is not young anymore, and he can talk again. If he stays by your side all day, reading and practicing calligraphy, aren't you afraid that he will become more and more feminine when he grows up? "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Of course she was afraid, she was afraid that she would ruin Xiu'er, but she was even more afraid that Xiu'er would be taken away again.

In Yuncheng, she has no relatives, and they are all people with ulterior motives.

She couldn't believe anyone anymore, for fear that something might happen to Xiu'er.

Feng Shaojin seemed to see through her mind: "With you by my side, I will treat Xiu'er well. It is much safer for him to be by my side than by your side. You can rest assured."

Mo Lingwei folded the letter paper and stuffed it back into the envelope: "When can I see him?"

"Wait a little longer. After the new year, the temperature is getting warmer day by day. If Xiu'er likes the camp, I will let him stay for a while longer." Feng Shaojin sighed: "Isn't Xiu'er You gave birth to it, so you protect it like your life, if Xiu'er is our child, you still don't know how it will hurt."

His palm fell on her lower abdomen, and his eyes were full of regret.

Every time he sees Xiu'er, he always has an illusion that the child has a predestined fate with him.

If he is destined to have no children in this life, this child will be placed by his side and raised as the successor of the Feng family...