Mo Lingwei looked at the empty hall, and her eyes fell on Feng Shaojin who was sitting in a wheelchair, full of helplessness: "Master Feng, my aunt just said it casually, you don't have to take it seriously."

Feng Shaojin said in a good-tempered voice: "Miss Mo is new here, and she doesn't have any relatives. It's better to go out and make more friends."

Mo Lingwei fiddled with the brightly colored flower arrangements in the bottle, "Most men in Western countries are too enthusiastic, and I don't know how to drink, so it would be too disappointing to always refuse, so I don't like that kind of occasion very much.

As for dancing, it's not my thing either. "

Between men and women, if they are too close, there is always a feeling of being offended, and if they accidentally step on someone's foot, they will be even more embarrassed.

Feng Shaojin suddenly laughed when he heard the words: "In this country, men have always been straightforward when it comes to women they like and like. Compared with the men in Huaxia Kingdom, they really don't know much about concealment.

If you don't like it, you can directly refuse. "

After a pause, he said again: "If you really can't refuse, then say you have a boyfriend."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

It was a good idea, but she had already used it.

Feng Shaojin seemed to have thought of something, and said again: "If those people are still entangled, they are as enthusiastic as ever, and they insist on no boundaries...

If you don't dislike it, you can use me as a shield and say that I am your boyfriend. "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

What kind of bad idea is this?

Mo Lingwei shook her head: "No, it would be bad if it caused you trouble, Young Master Feng."

Feng Shaojin was gentle and indifferent: "I'm a man, what's the trouble?"

Mo Lingwei still refused: "It will be bad if it affects Young Master Feng's future marriage."

He joked again: "Besides, Young Master Feng's condition is so good, every time he comes to our nursing home, he can fascinate the girls in it to death. If I get involved with Young Master Feng, I don't know that I will be regarded as a thorn in the side It's still a thorn in the flesh."

Feng Shaojin's expression suddenly became a little lonely: "It turns out that Miss Mo is not afraid of causing trouble to me, but she is afraid of causing trouble to herself.

If I'm really as attractive as Miss Mo said, why is Miss Mo unmoved at all? "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

She didn't expect Feng Shaojin to pick her up like this, so she could only cough lightly, "Carrots and vegetables have their own loves, so let's have their own eyes."

Feng Shaojin suddenly asked, "What kind of flowers does Miss Mo like?"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei froze for a moment, her thoughts fluttered like duckweed, "I like all kinds of flowers, especially plum blossoms, but they don't exist here."

In her bamboo garden, many plum trees were transplanted. It snows in winter, and the dark fragrance hits. Sitting in the yard, cooking snow and making tea, is considered an elegant thing in the world.

Feng Shaojin stared at her confused eyes, thoughtfully.

What exactly was she thinking, why did she have such an expression from time to time, as if she was reminiscing about the long past, and she seemed to be so empty that she couldn't remember anything at all.

Mysterious woman!

Feng Shaojin changed the records again, and changed to a more melodious and slow song. Sitting in a wheelchair, she reached out to Mo Lingwei: "Let me teach Miss Mo to dance. Although I have inconvenient legs and feet, sitting in a wheelchair is fine." You can avoid being stepped on by Miss Mo, Miss Mo doesn't have to worry about it, she can step on it with confidence."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

When Feng Shaojin said this, Mo Lingwei couldn't help laughing.

Those thoughts hidden in her heart seemed to have been seen through, and she didn't feel ashamed anymore, and stretched out her hand to Feng Shaojin...