The Seventh Bride of President

"Xiuer." Mo Lingwei is afraid of scaring the child and wants to beg for mercy. However, Feng Shaojin seems to be about to lose control. The bones of her wrist are about to be crushed by him.

"Zhi" of a, didn't wait for Mo Ling Wei reaction to come over, see a white figure such as lightning general toward Feng Shaojin pounce, a bite in the back of Feng Shaojin's hand.

Feng Shaojin: "the sharp teeth pierced into the skin and blood.

Feng Shaojin raised her head fiercely and threw away the mink. The blood from the back of her hand spilled into a red arc in the air along with his action.

Feng Shaojin angrily pulls out the gun from his waist, but the back of his hand is held down by Mo Lingwei.

Mo Lingwei prayed: "Shaojin, don't hurt it. Xiaobaitong is human. It sees you... Bullying me... Biting you. It's protecting me and Xiuer."

Feng Shaojin's eyes are cold and fierce, staring at her.

Mo Lingwei said quickly: "show me the back of your hand. Is it serious? Let me bandage your wound

Feng Shaojin:....

seeing that he didn't object, Mo Lingwei snatched the gun from his hand, held it tightly in his hand, and raised his big palm with the other hand. Looking at the bloody wound on the back of Feng Shaojin's hand, she frowned fiercely.

Xiaobai's mouth is too heavy. He wants to bite off the meat on the back of Feng Shaojin's hand. No wonder Feng Shaojin is so angry that he wants to shoot.

She had to appease: "it's necessary to stop bleeding and disinfect quickly. Is there a medicine bag here?"

A look up, on a pair of deep dark narrow eyes.

Feng Shaojin's cold and sharp face melted with ice and snow. His beautiful thin lips gently hooked up and said with a smile: "you still care about me."

Mo Lingwei:....

this person's focus is always different from others. Seeing that Feng Shaojin doesn't seem to be angry, Mo Lingwei squats down and touches Xiuer's head. "Xiuer is good, don't be afraid, uncle and aunt are playing."

Xiuer:....

Xiuer looks at Feng Shaojin with hostility.

Mo Lingwei sighs: it's not in vain for her to love the little guy. Even if Xiuer has been aphasia and closed herself up, she still instinctively protects her aunt.

Feng Shaojin corrects Mo Lingwei's words: "it's not uncle, it's uncle."

Mo Lingwei:....

Mo Lingwei leads Xiuer to the sofa and sits down, then searches for the medicine bag with her memory.

At this moment, I found that the furnishings in the bedroom were the same as before she left Yuncheng.

She quickly found the medicine bag, washed Feng Shaojin's wound with liquid medicine, carefully smeared the ointment and tied it with white gauze.

"Don't get wet." Mo Lingwei warned: "the injury is a little serious, it will take a few days to heal slowly."

Feng Shaojin leans on the back of the chair, stares at her action for a moment, and suddenly says: "Ben Shaojin doesn't like raising these little things at home, which is an eyesore!"

Mo Ling Wei in the heart a flustered, "small white is very good, it will go out to find something to eat, don't raise."

After a pause, he said, "if you don't like it, next time you come, I'll ask Xiaobai not to stay in another courtyard, OK?"

Feng Shaojin noncommittally licked her lips, "it's not impossible to keep this little thing, but it bites my hand, and the wound can't be stained with water. How do I wash it?"

Mo Lingwei: ---

it's impossible for Feng Shaojin to be taken care of by a servant because he's so picky. Maybe he'll annoy him again, which is not worth the loss.

Xiaobai, she must protect her.

Sue, she wants to protect, too.

The only bet is Feng Shaojin's moody mood.

Mo Lingwei bit her lip and said, "I, I'll wait on you..."

Feng Shaojin's eyebrows are slightly raised, her eyes are bright, and she is very satisfied with her answer...

Feng Shaojin's eyes are bright