The Seventh Bride of President

Feng Yichen stays in the camp for the time being, waiting for Mo Lingwei to get better, helping to heal the injured, and by the way handling some daily affairs for Feng Shaojin.

He Wenhao sent a secret letter to find out he Changqing's whereabouts.

He Jingyu and his two sisters have already left Yuncheng and fled abroad. He Changqing is reluctant to give up the rest of his family's assets in Yuncheng. He has changed his identity and is secretly selling off the rest of his property.

If it wasn't for he Wenhao, when he was checking the remaining assets of the he family, he carefully reviewed them again and couldn't find any clues.

Feng Yichen is infuriated. With these documents and materials, he goes back to the governor's office.

Happen to meet Mrs. Feng's first seven, Feng Shaojin see Mo Lingwei body better, then together with her also back to the governor's house.

Mo Lingwei doesn't want to pay homage to Feng's wife. Feng Shaojin doesn't force her either. She just lets her stay in the hall quietly.

Feng Muyun came down from the upstairs and looked at the woman sitting upright in a chair reading in a wash colored cheongsam. She was in a trance for a moment.

"Ling Wei." Feng Muyun, leaning on a crutch, slowly walks to Mo Lingwei and sits down. He looks at her up and down: "I never know that you are similar to Jing Yi."

All over the body, there is a cold and clear momentum. When you sit there, your back is straight, and you have your own scenery. You also like reading books very much. You are still an independent person.

Feng Muyun thinks that he must have been dazed before to stop Shaojin from marrying her.

These days, I close my eyes, and I am haunted by dreams all night. One is Jing Yi, the other is Jing Yu. I don't know whether he is completely old or has a heart demon.

Mo Ling Wei raises Mou, to the line of sight that sealed evening cloud.

The once invincible governor now looks a little old, his back slightly bent, his hair as white as snow, his eyes tired and muddy.

Mo Lingwei closed the book and opened her mouth politely and respectfully: "governor."

"You call me governor?" Feng Muyun sighed and gave a wry smile: "listen to Shaojin, you two have already married, you should change your words."

Mo Ling Wei didn't say a word, just dropped her eyes.

As soon as I saw this, I knew that this marriage must not be of her own free will.

No matchmaker, no employment, for any girl's home, the heart is a mustard, not to mention the Jincheng top dignitaries home miss.

Feng Muyun waved to the housekeeper, and let the housekeeper take a big and exquisite jewelry box and put it on the table.

Feng Muyun pushes the jewelry box in front of Mo Lingwei: "now the situation is turbulent. Feng family has no time to look after themselves. He can't go to Jincheng Mohist family to propose marriage. I'm sorry for you.

These are the jewels handed down from the family's ancestors. They are left by the housewife to her daughter-in-law. You can keep them. They are also the family's affection for you. "

Mo Lingwei still didn't say a word, and didn't pick up the jewelry box in front of her.

Feng Muyun said kindly and helplessly: "Ling Wei, since you have married Shaojin, we will be a family from now on. Don't pursue what your wife has done to you.

Death is like a lamp out, coming and going without trace.

In the future, if you want to hold up the position of the housewife, you can choose to forgive her. "

Mo Lingwei pushes back the jewelry box in front of Feng Muyun: "if you can persuade others to put it down in a few words, there is no need for rules and laws.

You're right. People die like lights go out.

I don't want to pursue my wife's death. I just can't pursue her.

But I'm still alive, I just want to comply with the heart, I will not forgive her, but I will choose to forget.

I don't need these things. Thank you, commander! "

Feng Muyun