Gong Su looked at the woman who turned around, his face was also full of shock, his pupils were filled with joy and sadness, his eyes were sour, and his throat was astringent.

He was so excited that he didn't know what to do. He rolled the wheelchair forward, got closer to her, and asked hoarsely, "Ling Wei, why are you here? Who brought you here?"

Mo Lingwei was a little at a loss. She raised her eyes and searched around the empty racecourse. Seeing that Feng Shaojin had already walked towards her, her flustered heart calmed down slightly.

These two people can accurately call their own names, they must know themselves, and the two seem to have no malicious intentions.

Mo Lingwei was about to answer, when Gong Su followed her gaze and recognized the familiar figure at a glance.

It turned out to be Feng Shaojin.

It seems unexpected, but also seems reasonable.

Gong Su asked again: "Ling Wei, is he treating you well?"

Mo Lingwei didn't know why, "Who?"

Gong Su raised his chin slightly, glanced at the man who was striding towards this side, and said, "Feng Shaojin."

"Okay." Mo Lingwei thought for a while, and added: "It's pretty good."

Knowing that she was married, he didn't dislike her, and he didn't force her when she rejected him. He treated her with a normal heart as always, and regarded her as a good friend.

There was a trace of lonely joy in Gong Su's eyes: "It's fine, as long as you live happily."

An Haoyu looked down at Gong Su, pursed his lips, and asked, "Miss Mo, is Miss Bao'er okay?"

This person even knows Bao'er, it seems that he has a very close relationship with the Mo family.

Mo Lingwei said: "Very well, when I came here, she and Mr. Duan seemed to be getting married soon."

An Haoyu: "..."

An Haoyu showed exactly the same expression as Gong Su, "Miss Baoer is such a good girl, she finally has a good home."

Mo Lingwei was about to ask who they were, when Feng Shaojin came to her like a gust of wind.

He looked down at the man in the wheelchair, what Gu Wei said last night flashed through his mind, excluded He Wenhao who had appeared in the newspaper, and locked on Gong Su.

Feng Shaojin tentatively said, "Long time no see, Mr. Gong?"

"Young Marshal Feng, I didn't expect that we would meet here again. The world is so small." Gong Su looked indifferently, and turned to look at Nuo Da's racetrack, "I can live to this day, and I want to say thank you to you , thank you for forcing me to live."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

I don't remember everything that happened in the past, but it doesn't mean that Feng Shaojin no longer has the sharpness he once had.

Too many words and too many mistakes, Feng Shaojin simply changed the past: "Everything in the past has passed, Mr. Gong doesn't need to mention it again."

He lowered his eyes and stared at Gong Su's feet: "Didn't you send Mr. Gong a pair of artificial limbs when I sent you out of Yuncheng?

Is Mr. Gong still unable to stand? "

"No." Gong Su looked down at his feet: "Miss Mo specially designed the blueprints for my prosthetics. Sit up for a few days, remind me of everything that has happened to me, and cherish the days to come."

Feng Shaojin: "So that's how it is!"

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei was surprised: "I even designed a prosthetic for you?"

Gong Su: "..."

An Haoyu: "..."

Gong Su finally noticed that something was wrong with Mo Lingwei. She looked at them with unfamiliar eyes, and she didn't have the emotions that should be felt when reuniting after a long absence, whether it is grief, joy, intimacy or rejection.

There seemed to be only calm and alienation in her eyes, and when she looked at them, it was as if she was looking at someone she had never known before.