The Seventh Bride of President

"Fortunately, Ben Shao came in time and saved his life." Feng Yichen steps into the guest room, drags a chair and sits down opposite Mo Lingwei. He looks at her up and down. "Lingwei, I didn't expect that you would kill my brother if you didn't do it!"

His voice was thin and cool, and there was complaint in his gloomy voice.

Mo Lingwei:....

Mo Lingwei clenched the blanket on her body, and her eyes were in a panic: "he was seriously injured?"

Although she resented Feng Shaojin, she didn't want to kill him. She just wanted him to calm down and let her go.

Mo Lingwei stammered: "my mind was blank at that time, and I didn't think about it at all..."

she couldn't remember how much force she used.

Mo Lingwei holds the valuable dagger like a hot potato.

Feng Yichen takes the dagger, pulls out the scabbard and shakes the cold shining blade. The cold sharp edge is close to Mo Lingwei's eyes.

"You should have seen the sharpness of this dagger. It cuts the iron like mud without any bloodstain." Feng Yichen closed the scabbard. "The only good thing is that this dagger is not long enough. If it grows a little longer, my brother will be rotten."

Mo Lingwei: "I'll teach you another move." Feng Yichen pauses and returns the dagger to Mo Lingwei: "since my brother gives this dagger to you for self-defense, you should give full play to its function.

If it is not long enough, it will become its shortcoming. If you want to kill people with this dagger in the future, you might as well stir it with the handle after the blade is stabbed in. That person will surely die. "

Feng Yi Chen chuckles, "next time my elder brother dares to bully you, you treat him like this, remember!"

Mo Lingwei:....

Mo Lingwei looks at Feng Yichen's back and doesn't understand why he says this to himself for no reason, but her anger is almost gone...

after Feng Yichen has been in Wenjing garden for three days, Feng Shaojin's wound has begun to heal. It's OK. Mo Lingwei is almost OK.

Just when Feng Yichen has packed up his medicine bag and is ready to go back to the governor's mansion, the Feng Fu who can't wait for Feng Yichen to go back is coming.

"If I don't come, how long are you going to keep it from me?" Mrs. Feng was furious. "Why are you hurt? What about Miss Mok

Feng Shaojin plans to make things big and small. "I lost my hand in training. It's almost good."

Feng Yichen said: "Niang, I'm fine. Who did you listen to about this?"

Mrs. Feng raised her eyelids: "who did you listen to? If it were not for the last resort, would you stay in Wenjing garden for several days? Miss Mo can even take out the bullet. Why can't she get a little hurt? "

Feng Yichen said: "Niang, Ling Wei is also sick, so Gu Wei ordered someone to invite me to come here. Besides, the art industry has a specialty. Ling Wei learns western medicine and can do surgery, but it doesn't mean that she can see all the diseases."

He rubbed in front of Mrs. Feng and said, "Niang, I know you are the brother who loves you, but you can't blame Ling Wei for everything. In terms of medical skills, who can match me?

Ling Wei's clinical skills are mostly taught by me. This time, I really made a mistake in training and suffered a little injury. "

When Mrs. Feng sees Feng Yichen saying this, she doesn't know whether she believes it or not. But she doesn't say anything when she sees Feng Shaojin sitting in front of her. After a while, she doesn't seem to welcome herself and has to leave with someone.

Feng Shaojin said: "my wife is gone. Go back to Gu Wei and draw another 200000 liang from my personal account for your research and development of new drugs...

Feng Yichen:...

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