The weather is getting colder and colder day by day, but Mo Lingwei is getting thinner and thinner day by day. Every day she fills in big bowls of soup, but her body doesn't get any better.

Every meal is made for her by Chu Yunyao and bao'er.

Mo Lingwei has no appetite at all. She forces herself to eat more. As soon as she swallows it, her stomach turns. She throws her chopsticks, rushes to her ear room and spits them out.

The evil happiness is so serious that even Xiuer, who occasionally comes to eat with her, sees the clue.

In the twinkling of an eye, at the end of the new year, Mo Lingyuan finally takes time to go back to the young mansion, but hears the news that Mo Lingwei is pregnant.

He was shocked for a moment, and his expression soon returned to normal. He raised his foot to the bamboo garden.

Although she was wearing a thick long coat, Mo Lingwei's belly had become obvious. Her once thin waist had become bulging and round.

Compared with sending her back to Jincheng, Mo Lingwei is more and more skinny at this time. She seems to take off like a general. Her eyes are big and empty.

His lips were pale and bloodless, his chin became more and more thin, his eyes were dark blue, and his face was sallow, as if he was terminally ill.

Fortunately, the bone is not too ugly.

When he came in, Mo Lingwei was sitting in front of the dressing mirror combing her hair. On the wooden teeth of the peach comb, there were falling strands of hair.

The hair is yellow and dull.

Hearing the footsteps, Mo Lingwei didn't look back. She just took the hair off the wooden teeth, kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the paper basket.

Mo Lingyuan glanced into the paper basket. There were several groups of hair lying under it.

He took Mo Lingwei's comb and said in a low voice: "I heard that you can't eat well and sleep well recently. You have nightmares all night, haven't you?"

Mo Ling Wei raised her eyes and saw the person standing behind her in the bright Western mirror. A surprise flashed across her face, "brother, are you back?"

"Well." Mo Ling Yuan droops Mou, looking at her belly place, "the child is noisy?"

"Everyone's constitution is different, and the state of evil and happiness is also different. This child is not noisy." She stood up, one hand supporting the waist, one hand stroking slightly raised belly, "after this period of time, probably good."

Mo Ling Yuan is noncommittal, just Mou se deeply stares at her, secretly sighed one breath.

What a sin!

Feng Shaojin, if you want to die, why don't you die early.

Now that guy disappeared with Feng Yichen for such a long time, and there was no news. If he was really alive, there would be no movement.

I think that guy can't survive.

It doesn't matter that he died, but he just left such a mess and let Mo Lingwei face it all alone.

If Feng Shaojin stands in front of Mo Lingyuan at the moment, Mo Lingyuan must tear Feng Shaojin.

Mo Lingyuan didn't know how to comfort his sister, but said: "you can keep your body. Don't think too much about it. This child will be a member of my Mohist family in the future. Yunyao and I won't treat her badly.

Xiuer and Siyu will also protect her. "

As soon as the words fell, Mo Lingwei's tears rolled down from her eyes, "brother, don't you blame me?"

"Why blame you, it's not your fault?" Mo Lingyuan stretched out his hand and wiped away her tears with his rough finger: "even if it's strange, it's my brother who didn't protect you well, so that you fell to the present situation.

We Mohists are now powerful and powerful. We can afford to raise one more child. It's just that you are suffering.

In the future, the child will have what others have, and she will also have what others don't have. What kind of identity Xiuer and Siyu are, what kind of identity she is! "

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