"Young commander." The Feng family army inside said respectfully.

When Mo Lingwei turned her head, she saw a handsome man standing behind her. He looked her up and down, raised his hand and brushed the sideburns that fell from her face behind her ears, and said softly, "It's only good that you are sick. Don't be too tired, there are still so many injuries waiting for you tomorrow.

It's getting late, it's time to go back and rest. "

Mo Lingwei couldn't hold it anymore, she moved her waist slowly, took off the white coat that was stained with blood, put it on the shelf, and took off her hat.

The braided braids fell loosely and hung down to the waist.

She raised her hand and rubbed her shoulders and neck.

Seeing her tired appearance, Feng Shaojin's eyes were dim and gloomy, and he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

After she washed her hands and explained everything in the operating room, Feng Shaojin took her by the finger and led her back to the bedroom.

Mo Lingwei picked up the clean clothes, went to the anteroom to freshen up briefly, and when she returned to the bedroom, she saw Feng Shaojin coming in with a tray.

He waved at her: "Be hungry, have some supper."

Mo Lingwei had no appetite, she walked over, hugged the quilt, lay down on the bed, rested her chin on the buckwheat-filled pillow, closed her eyes, and said weakly: "I'm not hungry, you can eat, I'll rest for a while .”

In a daze, Mo Lingwei noticed that someone was helping to massage her shoulders, neck and back.

The strength is moderate, neither light nor heavy.

She turned her head, opened her eyes, and saw Feng Shaojin sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands on her back.

"Bending over and lowering your head all day, do you feel severe pain in your shoulders, neck and waist?" Seeing that she woke up, Feng Shaojin asked warmly.

Mo Lingwei closed her eyes again, "Just get used to it."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's palm caressed her bony back, and the exquisite butterfly bones were like spread wings, leaving graceful traces on the white shirt.

Feng Shaojin's palm rested on her shoulder and neck, and suddenly said: "Weiwei, I'll take you back to Jincheng, okay?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei, who was about to fall asleep, woke up suddenly, thinking that she had heard wrong.

Feng Shaojin repeated again: "I'll take you back to Jincheng, Jincheng will soon be under your brother's control."

Mo Lingwei lost all sleepiness, and her mind regained a little clarity. She blinked, and asked in disbelief: "Why did you suddenly remember that you want to send me back to Jincheng? I thought you would never want me to leave your side for the rest of your life." .”

The last sentence was full of mockery and ridicule.

Feng Shaojin's heart was suffocated, and he said in a hoarse voice: "My father is in danger, I'm afraid..."

In his life, he had never been afraid of anything.

If you can't live, you will die. Anyway, in this life, you will always die. It's just a matter of time.

But at this moment, Feng Shaojin suddenly became afraid.

Originally, he thought that no matter what happened, he would do his best to protect her, but now that the situation was so urgent, he was afraid that even if he risked his life, he would not be able to protect her from harm.

She was right, once something happened to him, she would not end well.

Mo Lingwei turned over and sat up, staring at Feng Shaojin's painful eyebrows, "What's wrong with the governor?"

"I found He Changqing's hiding place, fought hard, and now I'm unconscious, Yichen said that I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up." Feng Shaojin took advantage of the situation and lay down beside her, with his fingertips pressed between his eyebrows: " Ling Wei, everyone who was close to me has left me one by one..."