Feng Shaojin came out of the conference hall, entered the study room, and personally drafted a plan to deal with the He family...

Feng Yichen rushed in angrily: "Brother, how could you do this?"

Feng Shaojin raised his eyes, stared at him, lowered his eyes again, and wrote quickly, speaking in an unhurried tone: "You rarely come to the camp, what happened to make you so angry?"

"You want to send your father and wife to Western Country together?" Feng Yichen rushed to his desk: "Do you know what this means?

It's fine if you emptied your father's authority, why do you still treat him like this?

Don't you know he's not in good health? "

Feng Shaojin put aside more than half of the written plan, and wrote the rest of the plan on the white paper: "I'm just afraid that when the war breaks out, I won't be able to take care of him. If He If my family begs in front of my father, it will disrupt my plan."

Feng Yichen focused his eyes on that page of paper, "You dealt with the He family, if the commander-in-chief finds out..."

"So, sending him away is the best way." Feng Shaojin stopped writing: "My people have already found out that He Changyu has contacts with the Dongyang people, and many things in the south that determine the lifeline of the people are in the hands of the He family, so we have to Hit them off guard.

Don't worry about these things, when this turmoil is over, the commander-in-chief will come back if he wants to, and it's the same if he doesn't want to come back and stay in the Western Country to live his life. "

Reaching the bottom line, Feng Yichen also knew the seriousness, he took two steps back, and said nonchalantly: "Your words are so high-sounding, it's not because of Mo Lingwei..."

Feng Shaojin raised his eyes, and stared at Feng Yichen coldly: "What about because of her? What if not because of her? Could it be that only after she is burned to ashes, will you all feel sorry for her?

If remorse and repentance were useful, I would have followed Shaoqing long ago, so why live in this world and suffer? "

Feng Yichen: "..., that's not what I meant!"

"Instead of playing tricks on me, it's better to go back to the Governor's Mansion to persuade Father Marshal, so that he can figure it out and leave earlier." Feng Shaojin picked up the pen again.

Feng Yichen thought about Feng Shaojin's words in his mind, thought of Mo Lingwei's tragic situation, wanted Chu Yunyao's grief and indignation, and thought of He Jingshu who was completely kicked out of the Governor's Mansion this time, his mind was in a mess.

If Mrs. Feng hadn't brought He Jingshu into the mansion, so many things would not have happened.

The last time Mrs. Feng took He Jingshu to another hospital and caused such a big disaster, Feng Shaojin's patience had reached its limit. The warlord had obviously found an excuse to send He Jingshu back to He's house.

Only Mrs. Feng was so confused. After the turmoil passed, she didn't discuss it with anyone, and came to the door herself to take He Jingshu back to the Governor's Mansion.

He Jingshu and that Ji Zongyuan have a very close relationship, and it's clearly not like the master-servant relationship on the surface.

Feng Yichen scratched his head with his paws irritably: What kind of shit is this!

All the way to the governor's mansion, Feng Yichen threw the whip and rope to the young man who came forward, and strode into the hall.

"Where's the governor?" Feng Yichen asked, taking off his coat.

"It's in the study." The butler took Feng Yichen's coat, dusted off the non-existent dust, and hung it on the hanger.

Feng Yichen went to the study room, opened the door, and saw Feng Muyun writing with a pen.

"Father, what are you writing?" Feng Yichen pretended to be relaxed, and approached Feng Muyun with a playful smile, "Who are you writing to?"