The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingwei is a doctor. Although she is not afraid of ghosts and gods, she still feels that the whole bedroom is cold and gloomy. Her hand is held in the palm of her hand by Mrs. Gu's five fingers, which is like a layer of ice.

The old man's time has come.

Mo Lingwei held Mrs. Gu's hand in her backhand. "Grandma, we'll be here with you for a few more days. You're OK. You'll get better soon."

Mrs. Gu leaned back on the bed, half closed her eyes, sighed, and said weakly, "your mother-in-law is a muddle headed woman. She can't understand a lot of things

The mother-in-law here, of course, refers to Mrs. Feng.

Mo Lingwei listens silently, noncommittal.

Mrs. Gu said, "it's a pity that Jingyi left early. Otherwise, Fengjia would not be in such a situation."

Mo Lingwei doesn't understand what old lady Gu means by saying these words, and she doesn't intend to understand that the matter of sealing the house has nothing to do with her, and she can't get involved.

It was Feng Shaojin, who seemed to be touched and interrupted Mrs. Gu's words: "grandma, one day with me, Feng's family will stand still. Don't worry.

It's getting late. Have a good rest. "

Feng Shaojin tucks in the quilt for Mr. Gu, blows out the candle in the bedroom, and pushes Mo Lingwei back to the room.

Mo Lingwei sits in the clean guest room, waiting for Feng Shaojin to leave, but unexpectedly Feng Shaojin goes straight to the ear room.

Mo Lingwei:...

when she looked at the bed with two quilts, she felt a bad premonition.

After a while, Feng Shaojin came out and put warm water in front of her.

Mo Lingwei wring the handkerchief and scrubbed her hands and face.

Feng Shaojin has squatted down and poured warm water into the basin again to take off her shoes and socks for Mo Lingwei.

Mo Lingwei's feet shrank back: "I can do it myself. Go back to your room."

Feng Shaojin looked up at her with a smile: "my room? Isn't this my room? "

"Well, what about me?" Mo Lingwei breathes a little tight: "where do I live tonight?"

"Living with me, of course." Feng Shaojin can't help saying that she has taken off her shoes and socks and pressed her ankle in the warm water.

Mo Lingwei: ---

Feng Shaojin said in a light voice: "you are not convenient on your legs, and you don't have a crutch. Half of the night, you have to go to the ear room or drink water. What do you do in dark?

If the leg injury is more serious, I don't know when I can get better

Mo Lingwei instinctively wants to refuse, but thinks of Feng Shaojin's indisputable disposition, so she is too lazy to refute.

After washing her feet, Feng Shaojin wiped her clean and took her to bed.

Mo Lingwei turns her back to him.

On the wide bed, the distance between them is very long.

Feng Shaojin got into her bedding, put her long arm around her waist, buried her head in her neck socket, and said: "sleep."

Mo Lingwei:....

Mo Lingwei was stiff and didn't dare to move. She was all over tight to guard against something.

Half ring, ear breathing gradually even up, orderly, Feng Shaojin's arm on her waist, palm close to her abdomen, without any excessive action.

Mo Lingwei gradually relaxed and fell asleep.

Feng Shaojin is really sleepy. Since the beginning of the war, he didn't have a good rest.

Then there was a plague, too busy to touch the ground.

When the plague is under control, he secretly plans to leave Mo Lingwei behind.

Last night, I dealt with all the internal affairs documents, and I didn't sleep for several nights.

At this time, I held her, smelled the familiar fragrance on her body, felt heavy in my heart, and then I closed my eyes and fell asleep....

at the same time, I fell asleep