Chapter 2751

Feng Shaojin said again: "Even if it's not a newlywed, there will be a lot of inconvenience when we become old husbands and wives in the future."

Mo Lingwei thought about it, and felt that Feng Shaojin's words made sense. After all, sons avoid their mothers and daughters avoid their fathers. Although Xiang Yi is less than three years old, Kaihui is early, smart, and has learned to read words and expressions.

Mo Lingwei said: "That's right, I should move to Xiangyi's room to live with her for a few days."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Lingwei's body was lightened, and Mo Lingwei was hugged by Feng Shaojin and walked to the bedside.

The man put her on the soft Simmons bed, "Ling Wei, don't think about such thoughts in the future, I have no other requirements for you, but from now on, I hope that you will be the last person I see before falling asleep, You are the first person you see when you wake up and open your eyes. No matter when you wake up in the middle of the night, the person in your arms will always be you.

Xiang Yi is my daughter, so I love her naturally, but in my heart, we are one and you are mine. When Xiang Yi grows up, no matter whether we like it or not, she will leave us sooner or later. "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei stared at Feng Shaojin's dark eyes, her heart jumped up suddenly: "Shaojin, you..."

"You should make it up to me." Feng Shaojin leaned forward, his tone full of resentment and dissatisfaction: "It has been eight years since we met, and the sum of my happy days is not enough. Eight days without..."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

The candlelight flickered, and the overlapping figures of the two were elongated and printed on the wall.

Mo Lingwei pushed him hard and urged: "Go and turn off the lights."

"Not off."

"Turn off the lights." Mo Lingwei wanted to get up and blow out the candles by herself, but was held down by Feng Shaojin.

Feng Shaojin took off his white shirt: "Look at me, and I will look at you too.

I used to have scars all over my body, I was afraid to scare you, but now they are gone, just for you to take a good look at them. "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

What kind of addiction is this?

Mo Lingwei's fingertips caressed his smooth and jade-like chest and arms. These places used to be layers of scars and blood scabs, but now there is nothing, as if those wounds in the past never existed.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said softly, "Shaojin, thinking of those days when you were buried underground, my heart aches..."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin narrowed his eyes: "You love me?"

"Um."

"What kind of distressed method?"

"How do you want me to love you?"

"You are acting like a spoiled child to me..." Feng Shaojin leaned over and bit her earlobe, "I wish I could give my life to you...

When I thought about it, if I was gone, you would become another man's woman, and the man lying on the same bed with you at this moment would not be me, so I couldn't bear to die...

It was probably because of this idea that I insisted on keeping me alive. "

Mo Lingwei's breathing was rapid: "Shaojin, I'm not in good health, you..."

"I know..." The man pulled the quilt and covered the two of them...

On the second day, Mo Lingwei was woken up by Xiangyi and Siyu's knocking on the door.

"Auntie, get up and have breakfast soon, I'll wait for you to kiss your mother." The soft voices of Xiang Yi and Si Yu floated in through the crack of the door.

Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, hugged the quilt quickly and sat up from the bed, blushed and stammered: "Gungu will be going downstairs soon, soon, aunt has already got up."

Wrapped in the quilt, she hurriedly searched for clothes, but the bedroom door was pushed open...