The Seventh Bride of President

Four months later, when it was hot summer, Mo Lingwei had already graduated. She worked in Dr. Bai's Hospital and wrote to her brother regularly to report her academic progress.

Knowing that Mo Lingyuan has married Miss Wu of the Chu family, Mo Lingwei has prepared some gifts to take back. I don't know if these things have been sent to my sister-in-law.

Although her brother spoke little, he respected her choice. Seeing that she worked in Dr. Bai's Hospital, he didn't object. He wrote back that as long as she was happy, he would write a letter to Jincheng every month.

When Feng Shaojin steps into the garden, Mo Lingwei is standing in the yard to dry the herbs she has picked. The nagging voice of mammy Xu stops suddenly. Mo Lingwei turns around and sees the tall and straight figure standing at the gate of the backyard.

Two faces each other, speechless and choking.

Mo Lingwei looks at the man in front of her. She hasn't seen him for four months. Feng Shaojin is much thinner. Her face is more and more three-dimensional, and her whole body is covered with a layer of gloom. She doesn't have the former clarity and invincibility.

Mo Lingwei grew up in the Mohist school. Although she hasn't experienced those power disputes, she knows more or less what will happen these days. When she sees Feng Shaojin, who seems to be a different person, she can't help but feel pain.

The herbal medicine in her hand falls to the ground. Mo Lingwei, regardless of the woman's reserve, runs towards Feng Shaojin and pours into his arms. Her arms are like vines, holding him tightly.

Feng Shaojin stands in the same place like a woodcarving until his warm and soft body bumps into his arms. His cold and empty heart finally has a trace of temperature and comfort.

He stretched out his hand and slowly hugged Mo Lingwei. His arms became tighter and tighter, as if for fear that she would disappear.

"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin's jaw against the top of her hair, all night long rush to make his voice dry hoarse pain, "I miss you so much."

"Me too." Mo Lingwei buried her head in his chest, with a slight dissatisfaction and grievance in her tone: "if you don't write to me for a long time, I thought you wouldn't come."

"How could I not come." Feng Shaojin closed her eyes and stroked her hair like a waterfall: "I said I would come to meet you, so I won't break my promise."

"Have you taken care of everything?" Mo Lingwei asked.

Feng Shaojin pause, body stiff for a while, low "um" a.

Mo Lingwei raised her head, her eyes were like water waves, rippling into his blood red eyes, "haven't you closed your eyes all these days? There's blood in the eyes. "

She reached out and stroked his thin cheek: "you're thin."

"I miss you in my heart and want to see you soon. I really don't catch my eyes." Feng Shaojin holding her finger, "hungry, accompany me to eat something."

Mammy Xu has already arranged a good meal. She puts it on the table and exits the restaurant.

Feng Shaojin stares at the jade bracelet on her wrist: "I have a jade bracelet handed down from my mother's ancestors in my family. At the beginning, who said to get married first would leave the jade bracelet to the first daughter-in-law who came in the door..."

Feng Shaojin holds her slender wrist, "I think..."

Mo Lingwei smiles and withdraws her hand in embarrassment, "I haven't even entered the door yet. You can keep this jade bracelet for the moment Elder brother has just passed away. It's too early to discuss this. "

"Yes, it's too early." Feng Shaojin took a deep breath: "you seem to like this jade bracelet very much. I often see you wearing it. Who gave it to you?"