The Seventh Bride of President

Feng Shaojin pauses. Seeing that she doesn't seem to have the intention to continue to talk, she wants to dig out her inner impression of Feng Shaoqing. Slowly, she asks, "can't you remember a word that the man said to you? For example, did he say he would go back to you?

Or, he's a good man, you save him, he wants to repay you or something? "

Mo Lingwei thought about it seriously and said firmly: "I don't remember. At that time, I was only afraid. It was so dark in the car. I just wanted to get rid of him. As for what he said, it was probably to keep me quiet and so on.

If he was a good man, it would not be in vain for me to save him.

As for the reward, forget it. I never wanted to see him again. "

Feng Shaojin: "so from the beginning to the end, is it my brother's wishful thinking single Acacia?

Ling Wei didn't pay attention to her brother at all?

Feng Shaojin doesn't know whether she should be happy for herself or sad for her brother.

Emotion is a metaphysics, there is no rules to find.

Pay does not necessarily have a return, do not pay is not necessarily nothing.

All of them are voluntary and have no rules to follow.

Feng Shaojin's head close to her, sniffed her hair, light sweet scented osmanthus oil fragrance into the nose.

The man's voice is low and dumb: "Ling Wei, do you remember my brother?"

"I remember."

Although they lived together for a short time, Feng Shaoqing, such a gentle and modest gentleman, is extremely easy to enter people's hearts and unforgettable.

"What do you think of my brother?"

"You have asked me this question before, and I have answered it."

"I want to hear you say it again."

"He is a very good person, gentle and peaceful. If he was born in a merchant's family, he must be a well-known great philanthropist. If he was born in a scholarly family, he must be a rich Confucian."

"Unfortunately, he was born in Fengjia." Feng Shaojin scoffed and said, "it's not the right time, is it?"

"I don't know." Mo Lingwei said: "it's better to be born in Fengjia than in poor people's home.

In this world, there are so many people who give their lives to strive for beauty, so does he. "

In any era of war, there are always people who pay and people who sacrifice.

If Feng Shaoqing didn't die, she and Feng Shaojin couldn't have come to this point, thought Mo Lingwei.

Feng Shaojin's long finger pushed her ink hair aside. "If the first person you met was my brother, if he also liked you, would you be with him?"

Mo Lingwei turned around and pushed him, "go to sleep. It'll be bright again later. You'll be busy all night without rest. After a long time, you won't be able to hold on.

Why think more about such an impossible thing? "

If we only need to assume that time can be reversed, the last person she wants to see must be Feng Shaojin, followed by other people in Feng's family.

Feng Shaojin didn't give up, but when she thought that the deceased was dead, she couldn't bear to ask.

He opened his eyes and looked at the top of the tent. The scenes of the past reverberated in his mind. Feng Shaoqing blocked the explosive powder with his own body and protected him in his arms...

Feng Shaojin didn't know when he fell asleep. It seemed that he just squinted for a while and the knock on the door rang. Gu Wei called him to the Council hall. He heard that the team of exterminating mountain bandits had come back and suffered heavy casualties.

Feng Shaojin gets up from the bed and goes out with her coat.

Near the door, he looked back at the bed and saw that Mo Lingwei had been woken up by him. "I'll go to the meeting hall first, and you'll go to the clinic later to help treat the wound for the injured..."

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