Mo Lingwei was afraid that Feng Shaojin would misunderstand her and He Wenhao again, so she hurriedly defended: "No, I just mentioned that a lot of food in Yuncheng is transported from Jincheng, so I asked my brother about when will be here...
He said that my brother was stopped by some Feng family troops on the way, and the trip was temporarily stopped..."
The tumbling jealousy spread in Feng Shaojin's chest, and the sour taste spread to the whole body along the limbs.
Feng Shaojin became jealous: "Why would you rather ask an outsider than me? Are you afraid that I will deceive you, or do you not believe me at all?"
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei didn't understand which sentence ignited Feng Shaojin's anger, she clearly explained it clearly.
Mo Lingwei said patiently: "I don't believe you, I just talked about something related to Jincheng, and I suddenly remembered this matter and just asked...
Feng Shaojin, don't think too much, okay?
I've said it a long time ago, Mr. He and I are not what you think at all. Both my sister-in-law and I are kind to him, and he is just very grateful to us. "
"So every time you meet, you talk about everything, right? You dressed so nicely to meet him, and when you came back, you resisted my touch.
I want to talk to you every night, but you just ignore me and fall asleep, I..." Feng Shaojin's words were filled with grievances that were about to overflow.
Mo Lingwei was also angry: "Don't make trouble for no reason, okay? Feng Shaojin, every time I meet He Wenhao, you won't let me go. How do you want me to explain it before you believe me?
You keep saying that I don't believe you, but why do you believe me?
These few nights...I have been tossed so hard by you these few nights, my bones are about to fall apart, I don't even have the strength to open my eyelids, I wish I could pass out, how can I have the energy to talk to you? "
Mo Lingwei patted his hand away from his side, moved his body to the side, and said in a low voice: "If you want me to chat with you, as long as you don't move your hands and feet, we can have a good chat."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Seeing that Feng Shaojin was silent, Mo Lingwei tugged at the hem of the clothes, "This clothes was changed by Yun Liu out of the box for me. She thinks I look bad, and I wear plain clothes all day long. See The clothes were a bit irritating, and I said that wearing a fresher colored dress would make my complexion look better, so I changed into it."
Feng Shaojin moved her lips, and a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes.
What time is it, why does he still eat these irrelevant flying vinegar?
He didn't spend much time with her.
Even though He Wenhao was ambitious and coveted her, he looked at her with the obsession and admiration that a man would see a woman.
But even if he doesn't trust He Wenhao, he should trust Mo Lingwei.
She has always been a well-behaved person, she said that she has nothing to do with He Wenhao, so it is impossible to have anything.
Feng Shaojin pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "This dress looks good on you."
After a pause, he said again: "No matter what clothes you wear, you look good."
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Feng Shaojin kicked off his shoes, leaned on the head of the bed, stretched out his long arms, and held her in his arms, "Tired these days?"
"Um."
"Then tonight..." Feng Shaojin turned her slender fingers towards her face, rubbing the tip of his nose affectionately against her cheek: "I'll let you rest earlier."
Mo Lingwei raised her hand and pushed him: "Don't make trouble, I'm going to the Second Young Master He's other courtyard early tomorrow morning to help register the goods delivered, I can't get up late."
Hearing this, Feng Shaojin pulled back the quilt regardless: "Then we must hurry up."
"Feng Shaojin, you..." The second half of Mo Lingwei's words, full of depression, were stuck in her throat.