Chapter 2483

Although Mo Lingwei was exhausted after a whole day of surgery, she was still shocked by the sudden presence of another person beside her, and her sleepiness was also reduced by more than half.

Feng Shaojin had been away from the camp for several days, and she left quietly and didn't say anything to her, and when she came back, she was also silent, and it was still in the middle of the night.

Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, and was about to hug the quilt to sit up, but was held down.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, revealing exhaustion and imperceptible pain: "It's me, don't be afraid."

Familiar voice, familiar breath.

Mo Lingwei's heart relaxed instantly, she lay back down again, closed her eyes, turned over, still turned her back to him, and fell asleep again.

Feng Shaojin was not as silent as before. He turned her body over so that Mo Lingwei faced him, and said, "Don't you ask me where I have been these days?"

Mo Lingwei remained silent.

Feng Shaojin put his big palm on her waist, and moved closer, spraying hot breath on her face, intending to wake her up: "You are already married, if I die , and you become a widow."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

What kind of stimulus did this person get in the middle of the night to start talking nonsense?

Mo Lingwei yawned, and said vaguely: "Sleepy, it's late, go to bed early."

Feng Shaojin turned over and pressed on her body, "Ling Wei, talk to me, okay, I feel uncomfortable."

Mo Lingwei was startled and flustered, completely drowsy, and pushed him with both hands: "Speak as you speak, don't do this."

If Feng Shaojin hadn't reminded her, she would have almost forgotten that Feng Shaojin had forced her to marry her.

The two share the same bed and pillow every night, and the well water does not violate the river water.

Feng Shaojin kept his promise and did not force her anymore.

As time went on, Mo Lingwei got used to it, thinking that going on like this would be her daily life in the future.

I almost forgot that this man was originally very dangerous.

Feng Shaojin smiled wryly: "If I didn't do this, wouldn't you be too lazy to talk to me?"

Feng Shaojin was pushed away by her, and lay on her side, with his arms wrapped around her waist, and his forehead pressed against her forehead, his movements were intimate and gentle, "Ling Wei, I feel bad!"

From knowing about Mrs. Feng's accident until now, he has been calm to indifferent, indifferent to ruthless, and has dealt with Mrs. Feng's funeral rationally and methodically throughout the whole process.

He looked at Feng Muyun in grief, and at Feng Yichen weeping like a big boy.

Such a scene only happened several years ago, when the elder brother passed away.

It's just that at that time, he was the only one who was angered and accused.

At that time, he was extremely guilty and blamed himself, wishing he could just go with Feng Shaoqing, but when he thought of Mo Lingwei who was far away in the western country, his will to survive suddenly became stronger.

It was as if in the ruins, a delicate flower bloomed, which was the light of beauty and hope.

He grabbed Mo Lingwei as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw, and that was the only reason he could persist in surviving.

Regarding Mrs. Feng's death, he had mixed feelings. Although he had resentment and hatred, he had also felt gratitude and gratitude.

In this world, not any stepmother can do without her own child for the rest of her life, and treat her younger sister's child as her own child without complaint or regret.

In her whole life, Mrs. Feng was not as smart as her mother, not as transparent as her mother, and she never got what she wanted.

The desire to control is too strong, and she wants to win the favor of her father all her life, but it just backfires again and again. If she can let go and ignore the world, maybe it will be another ending...