The Seventh Bride of President

It's getting late, and Mo Lingwei is thinking about Xiu'er. She's tired all the way and doesn't have much rest. She's already tired.

She took a bath for Xiuer, coaxed Xiuer to sleep in the bedroom, and then poured warm water into the wooden basin and brought it to the hall.

Put the wooden basin at Feng Shaojin's feet, take out the handkerchief from the warm water, screw it half dry, and wipe Feng Shaojin's face.

The warm wet towel bit by bit wiped from Feng Shaojin's face, tracing his carved eyebrows.

Feng Shaojin quietly looked at the woman in front of her, as if she were living in a dream.

Mo Lingwei washed her hair, and the bitter fragrance of herbs came from her hair, straight to his nose.

Her long, waterfall like ink hair was half wet and scattered randomly.

He was wearing a white tunic inside and a thin jacket outside.

At this time, it is autumn, the temperature difference between day and night is too big, and the night is a little cool.

After wiping his face, she went to wipe his hand again. She looked like a gentle and virtuous wife.

Feng Shaojin thought, if there is no such heavy barriers, he smoothly married her, every night before going to bed, she will be so gentle and thoughtful to him.

It's a pity... Everything has become a delusion.

Mo Lingwei wiped his hand and squatted down to take off his shoes and socks.

Before she started, Feng Shaojin grasped her wrist. He pulled her hard and held her on his knee with one hand.

"I'll do it myself. You don't have to wait on me." Feng Shaojin kicked off her shoes and soaked her feet in warm water.

Mo Lingwei is a doctor. She's used to taking care of patients. She doesn't think it's a job to serve others. But in Feng Shaojin's eyes, these things shouldn't have been done by her.

She just needs to be his young lady and give all these trifles to the servant.

Feng Shaojin how willing to let her "serve" themselves.

He put his arms around her and asked, "all the way here, was it all right?"

"Not bad."

"Tired or not?"

"Tired."

"Are you not afraid that I will not let you go?"

"I'm afraid." Mo Lingwei answers truthfully.

"Hum." Feng Shaojin sneered. The belly of her thumb and index finger pinched her delicate chin and forced her to look at herself. She said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid I dare to come here. Do you like children so much?"

Mo Lingwei:...

Mo Lingwei pursed her lips: "Jinlan did it for me, Xiuer is innocent."

Feng Shaojin played with her soft ink hair, "how do you know she's aiming at you? Can't it be because of her brother's death that Xiuer is angry? "

Mo Ling Wei lowered her eyes and said nothing.

"Why?" Feng Shaojin's tip of the nose came close to her and rubbed her face intimately: "I'm wrong?"

Feng Shaojin raised her eyes and looked at her, too close to her. Her long thick eyelashes swept over her forehead, some crispy and itchy.

He sighed: "we separated for more than two years before we reunited. You seem to be more and more alienated from me."

In the past, when I was not happy, I would quarrel with him. If I made a big noise, I would dare to fight with him.

Now unhappy, only silence, for fear of saying a wrong sentence in front of him, he could not figure out what she was afraid of.

Mo Ling Wei see feng Shaojin seems not happy, pondering the mouth: "I said, you don't get angry."

"Well, not angry." Feng Shaojin promised.

"Jinlan likes you. She's always by your side. Of course, she knows your mind. "Mo Lingwei said:" if she really annoys my brother and sister-in-law because of my second brother's death, she doesn't need to take Xiuer to you...

she did it for you. "

Feng Shaojin