Feng Shaojin grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it towards the door, roaring: "Get out!"
Feng Yichen didn't even have time to pick up the medicine box, he slammed the door with a "bang", and fled back to his room.
He patted his beating heart, and his mind was in chaos: Isn't the person my brother likes is Miss Hu?
If it was Miss Hu, why did she get out with Miss Hu's niece?
Feng Shaojin has always been a very defensive person, and human nature will not change easily. After waking up, even the medical team that usually guards him has been removed, and even Gu Wei is not as trusting as before. And the only one who treats his younger brother better.
With his brother's disposition, it is impossible to take Ms. Hu's niece to his bedroom to rest for no reason, and even Ms. Hu didn't even stand aside for the operation, but left it to him to handle it?
Feng Yichen paced in the bedroom, Miss Hu looked so young, how old was the niece? Are you eighteen?
Feng Yichen patted himself on the head vigorously, he shouldn't question his brother's character, his brother has always been a clean man with a bottom line, he would never and would never mess with men and women.
Otherwise, as early as when Yuncheng was powerful and powerful, when the forces in various places carefully selected all kinds of charming beauties and sent them to him, he would not directly use Mo Jinlan as a shield in order to avoid trouble Already, I rejected all the women who came to my door neatly and resolutely.
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Feng Shaojin was interrupted by Feng Yichen's sudden intrusion, and his mind quickly calmed down.
He let go of the person in his arms, propped his hands on her sides, and slid his fingertips across her cheeks, wiping away her tears.
His pride did not allow himself to be a substitute for other men, Feng Shaojin straightened up and put the quilt on her body again.
Mo Lingwei didn't know if she was tired from crying, or she was drunk again, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again in a daze, as if nothing happened just now.
It's just that his fingers are tightly tugging at his cuff, for fear that he will leave.
Feng Shaojin sat on the edge of the bed for a while. He straightened his clothes, gently pushed her fingers away, and touched her neck and back with his slender fingers. Seeing that she was sweating, he got up. After opening half the window, warm water was brought over to wipe away the tears on her face.
After finishing all this, Feng Shaojin silently picked up the medicine box on the ground, walked out of the bedroom, closed the door gently, and went to Feng Yichen's room.
Feng Yichen wasn't asleep yet, and was pacing frantically in the bedroom.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, he turned his head and saw Feng Shaojin, who was neatly dressed, coming in, and by the way put the medicine box he had left behind on the table.
Feng Shaojin's complexion seemed to be very bad, his sword eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and his starry eyes were condensed. He took the glass by himself, took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, poured himself a glass, held it in his palm and drank it with his head up. Take a big gulp.
Feng Yichen: "..."
Feng Yichen felt uneasy in his heart: Why is brother so angry? Blame me for interrupting his good work?
In front of outsiders, Feng Yichen can be regarded as the young master of the Feng family who calls the wind and rain, but in front of Feng Shaojin, he seems to be the little boy who habitually seeks his brother's protection when something happens.
To Feng Shaojin, he not only has brotherly affection, but also respect for his elder brother.
Feng Shaojin didn't speak, and poured red wine down his throat glass after glass like water...
After finishing one bottle, when he was about to open the second bottle, Feng Yichen stopped him: "Brother, enough is enough, even if you go to Xiehuo, you don't need to waste the wine in my collection."