Mo Lingwei's dark water eyes stare at him coldly, and her beautiful little face is as cold as ice.

Feng Shaojin chuckled, went to the window, opened the curtain, regardless of whether she heard it or not, and talked to her selfishly: "I remember you told me before that you liked the time when we were abroad together.

as like as two peas in the foreign yard, "

", "I am trying to get out of bed," and I fell down from bed and fell to the ground.

Only a dull sound of "bang" was heard.

Feng Shaojin turned her head, and the bed and bedding rolled to the floor.

Feng Shaojin was flustered and strode over. He took her back to bed with a quilt and touched her forehead with a big palm: "you lie down, don't move. You haven't eaten for several days. How can you walk around?

I'll go to the kitchen and feed you porridge. "

"Where is this?" Mo Lingwei's voice is dry, and she looks out through the window.

The courtyard is planted with all kinds of plum trees. The white and pink plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the faint fragrance comes in bursts.

Feng Shaojin along her line of sight to see in the past, eyebrows with a smile, warm voice back: "my another other courtyard."

See the expression on her face light of, seal little Jin then went out.

After a while, he brought a bowl of porridge, sat on the edge of the bed, stirred the porridge in the white porcelain bowl with a spoon, scooped a spoonful and fed it to her lips: "this is the porridge that has been soaked for half an hour and boiled for two hours with a low fire. It's melted in the mouth. Let's have some.

The doctor said that you can't eat too greasy on an empty stomach. Clear porridge and nourish your stomach. I'll make your favorite food for you after these days, OK

Mo Lingwei turns her face to one side and ignores him.

Feng Shaojin pursed her lips and chuckled, spoiling her mouth. "Is it too hot?"

He took back the spoon, put the porridge on his lips and blew it, "OK, it's not hot. Let's have some."

Mo Ling Wei tightly pursed her lips, her eyes fell out of the window, empty and mindless.

Feng Shaojin stretched out her hand and put her big palm on her small face. She broke her head back and made it closer. Her voice became more gentle and deep: "at least eat a little. When you're full, you can send out your anger to me, eh?"

Mo Lingwei raised her hand and slapped the porridge in his bowl.

Boiling hot porridge spilled on the bedding, sheets, and the back of Feng Shaojin's hand.

He did not care about the back of his red hand, flurried to open the quilt on her body, anxiously asked: "did it burn you? Don't burn you. "

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Feng Shaojin breathed a sigh of relief and yelled at the door, "come and replace the young lady with new sheets and bedding."

The servant came in in a hurry. When he saw the scene in the bedroom, he didn't dare to let out the atmosphere. He took new sheets and bedding out of the cupboard and came in with brooms and mops to clean up the porridge spilled on the ground.

Feng Shaojin cleans her hands, puts a coat on Mo Lingwei, picks her up and moves her to the wheelchair.

The servant saw that Feng Shaojin's back of hand was red, so he went out and took the scald ointment for him: "young master, apply some medicine. If you are seen by your wife, you will feel sad."

Feng Shaojin lowered her head, looked at the indifferent Mo Lingwei, unscrewed the bottle cap, smeared a little plaster on the back of her hand with her fingertips, and said faintly: "nothing, hurry up."

Feng Shaojin pushes Mo Lingwei out: "I'll take you to the restaurant. I'll ask the cook to do what you want."

Mo Lingwei gathered her cape and put her hands on her knees: "Feng Shaojin, I want to go back to Jincheng!"

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