Feng Yichen saw the back of his bloody hand, and led him back into the guest room, "I'll bandage it for you."

Feng Shaojin stretched out the back of his hand, staring at Feng Yichen for a moment.

Feng Yichen lowered his eyebrows and eyes: "She can't be stimulated, do you want her to die in pain to remember the past, or do you want her to maintain the current state?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin was not reconciled: "I didn't provoke her."

Feng Yichen wrapped white gauze layer by layer around his wound: "Then don't force her."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin breathed heavily, if she was not forced, there would always be that person in her heart who would never accept herself, if she was forced, she would recall the past, and maybe her life would be worse than death.

The feeling of having a splitting headache and wanting to die is really too painful.

Feng Yichen sighed: "Brother, I've already told you that you are the one in sister-in-law's heart, why don't you believe it?

Aren't you the same as the you before and the you now? what differences are there?

You can't forget the past you, so you have to deny the past you, right?

If I were sister-in-law, I would not want to stay in the past, nor would I want to recall the past..."

Feng Shaojin was puzzled: "Didn't you say that I love her to the death and my feelings for her are far more than her feelings for me?

Did I ever do something wrong for her? "

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly remembered his fiancée who was well-matched by the newspapers, and Mo Jinlan, the second young lady of the Mo family who would always be pampered by his side no matter what dinner he attended.

Is it because of these two people?

He suddenly felt that the former self was indeed nothing.

Feng Yichen didn't want to mention the past anymore, the past was too cruel to look back on.

He just said: "You should think about it carefully, I don't want to mention the past."

Feng Shaojin was silent.

Hu Suya stayed in the bedroom to take care of Mo Lingwei, and after Mo Lingwei fell asleep, she helped clean up, only to realize later that this bedroom was luxuriously decorated, and even a small decoration everywhere All are valuable antiques and works of art.

Hu Suya was stunned inwardly: How rich is this Feng family, that a random ornament can be so valuable?

Continuing to look around, Hu Suya realized that this room seemed to be the owner's bedroom, no need to ask, it must be Feng Shaojin's room.

Hu Suya was a little confused, she thought that when Mo Lingwei came here drunk, Feng Shaojin would definitely vacate a guest room to accommodate Mo Lingwei, but she didn't expect to put him in the master bedroom directly.

What about Feng Shaojin?

Hu Suya wanted to ask more clearly, so she stood up and opened the door, only to see Feng Yichen standing at the door holding soup.

"When Ling Wei wakes up, feed her this bowl of medicine." Feng Yichen smiled, "Get rid of the bloody taste in her mouth."

Hu Suya took the medicine bowl, and asked carefully, "Where did Master Shaojin sleep last night?"

Feng Yichen understood the meaning of Hu Suya's words in an instant, and said with a smile: "Of course it's the guest room next door. Although my brother is a little bit stronger, he still has a sense of propriety. Don't worry, Ms. Hu."

The fourth aunt was completely relieved after hearing the words: "Our Ling Wei was also unconscious just now, I don't know what happened to the back of Master Shaojin's hand?"

"It's just a small injury, it's fine." Feng Yichen didn't take it to heart at all.

After all, compared to the knife and gun that used to fall in love and kill each other, this little injury is simply a negligible drizzle.

Fourth Aunt: "..."

This family is so nice, the flesh from the bites is bloody, one doesn't feel the pain, and the other doesn't take it seriously, they are very tolerant...