The Seventh Bride of President

Feng Shaojin finally came to wenjingyuan, but she only stayed in wenjingyuan for two hours and then left. After a false alarm, Mammy Wang regained her face.

Mo Lingwei looked at the white porridge on the table, took a few mouthfuls of pickles, turned over the newspaper in her hands, and asked, "Mammy, I heard Shaojin say that you are the person sent by my wife?"

Mammy Wang was still wearing the mask of smiling, "not only the old slaves, but also our servants who were assigned by the lady."

"Well." Mo Lingwei's eyes swept through the pages of those newspapers and said carelessly: "so, your attitude to me is that of your wife, right?"

Mammy Wang:...

mammy Wang looked at Mo Lingwei alertly, "this... Is the eldest lady dissatisfied with the old slave's service? Or are you dissatisfied with our wife? "

"No Mo Lingwei closed the newspaper: "I've met with Mrs. Feng, but I don't dare to be dissatisfied with her. I just guessed her attitude towards me."

There was no fear on mammy Wang's face. She still looked at Mo Lingwei with a smile and didn't speak again.

It seems to have acquiesced in what she said.

Mo Lingwei stood up slowly, sorted out the newspaper in her hand, and gave it to the guard outside the hospital: "why is this newspaper short of pages?"

The guard took all the faults to himself: "I'm not good at humble work. I'll finish what my wife told me tomorrow."

Mo Lingwei just feels that a depression is spreading in her chest, and she doesn't know how to vent it.

In the middle of the night, when she was sleepy, there came the sound of stepping and moving things downstairs, which made her unable to sleep.

Mo Lingwei couldn't bear it any better. She got up from the bed and went downstairs in her clothes.

Downstairs, a bean oil lamp was burning. The light was weak. Several mothers gathered around the table. They chatted happily with each other, including sole of shoes, melon seeds and snacks.

Mo Ling Wei's step is very light, there is no sound, hidden in the dark, about to speak, it seems to hear someone mention her name.

Mo Lingwei stops, listens to these dialects with a southern accent, and tries to identify the meaning of these people's words:

"as soon as I got here, I left her to live here alone. It's not easy to come here, but the two incense sticks are gone again. I don't know when the young master will come again."

"The young master is busy preparing for the engagement. How can he have time to go here all day long? There are so many things to do to seal the house. Where can he get away with it?"

"It seems that our wife attaches great importance to the future young lady of Fengjia. I heard that she went to the street in person a few days ago and selected a lot of materials to go back to the governor's office."

"Can you ignore it? Anyway, she is also the future young commander's wife. In the future, the whole family will depend on her. "

...

Mo Lingwei listened to it silently for a while, and the feeling of dryness diffused from the bottom of her heart slowly dispersed like mist. She pursed her lower lip, turned around, went upstairs quietly and went back to her bedroom.

She was a little self reproach, even began to doubt the authenticity of what Feng Shaojin said to her.

Unexpectedly don't know Feng Shaojin and Feng family is in concealing her preparation engagement matters.

But Mo Lingwei is a little puzzled. Since Feng's family has already started to prepare for engagement, why hasn't Feng sent someone to Jincheng Mohist family to propose marriage?

It will take some time for the process of three media, six employment, marriage promotion and lottery winning to come down. Even if everything is simple, the journey from Yuncheng in the south to Jincheng in the north will take a lot of time