The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Ling Wei Leng for a moment, "how can it be you? What about the driver? "

Unexpectedly, Feng Yichen will personally send her back to another hospital. At this time, shouldn't he be in the study to ask Feng Muyun a series of questions?

Feng Yichen didn't have a good voice: "if it wasn't for my brother who didn't trust to escort you back alone, do you think I would condescend to be your driver?"

Mo Lingwei:....

Mo Lingwei leaned against the window, rubbed her fingers, and said in a flat tone: "thank you very much."

Feng Yichen:....

Feng Yichen only felt that his chest was choked and his breathing was not smooth. He started the car, turned the steering wheel and looked forward through the windshield in front of him: "Mo Lingwei, since you don't want to marry my brother, why do you follow him to the governor's mansion?"

"I didn't want to come, but Shaojin forced me to come."

Feng Yichen: "now that you are here, why do you have to expose the fact that you are infertile? You have a cold constitution, but it's difficult to conceive. It's not impossible to give birth at all. "

"You and I are both doctors. Why should we say such self deceiving words?" Mo Lingwei sat upright in the back seat, looking at the scene outside.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and a thin layer of white is laid on the ground. The vegetation in the night becomes clear.

"If I can't have my own children in my life, I will become a sinner of your family. I can't bear this responsibility.

It's better to tell governor Feng the truth at the beginning than to be in a state of trepidation all day long. At least, I have a clear conscience. " Mo Ling Wei meaning to point to the opening: "lie said more, one day will show flaws."

Feng Yichen:...

Feng Yichen drives the car silently, and the car suddenly stalls on the way.

Feng Yi Chen is more and more fidgety, kicking open the door, letting the cold wind and snow pour into the car.

He lit a cigarette, sandwiched between his fingertips, leaned on the body of the car, staring coldly at the people in the car.

After smoking a cigarette, Feng Yichen raises his foot to stamp out the cigarette butt, suddenly opens the door and looks at the woman sitting in the car. His fingers in leather gloves point to the empty countryside, and his voice is as cold as ice: "I really want to strangle you here, and then throw your body into the wilderness.

It is said that women are sentimental and like to be sentimental.

Mo Lingwei, why do you live more rationally than men?

All things, we must first weigh the pros and cons, and then find a worry free way to go.

Even if the front is a natural moat and cliff, you can also leave your own way back and retreat.

Why can't you, like other women, be impulsive, emotional, hot headed and muddle headed to live with my brother? "

The cold wind mixed with cold snow particles slapped her face like a sharp blade on her skin, which was very painful.

Mo Lingwei was already cold. At this moment, she felt that her whole blood was about to be frozen. She even shivered: "if I was not rational, if I was confused, I would have died in the hands of your family. Can I live to now?

Young master Yichen, which one of miss he and Mo Jinlan doesn't meet your requirements?

But what happened? What happens?

You can't just see the difficulties of your own family and ignore the difficulties of others.

You can't be too selfish. "

Feng Yichen:...

Feng Yichen was indignant: "it was Miss He and Mo Jinlan who volunteered. What does it have to do with my brother? He should have made it clear to both of them. "