The Seventh Bride of President

Mo Lingwei looks up at the man in the wheelchair, but she doesn't have the slightest impression.

Feng Yichen said coldly, "Mo Lingwei, Mo Shao's sister, is not here. Where should she be?"

He Wenhao's dark eyes were full of disbelief and murmured: "how could you be the first lady of Mohism?"

Mo Lingwei is ignorant, and her voice is gentle and guilty: "do you know me? Sorry, I can't remember where I met you

He Wenhao's eyes twinkled slightly and felt his long hair uneasily: "it doesn't matter. We haven't spoken before, but... It's a long time ago. Don't mention it."

He stared at her face for a moment and reached for the blanket on his lap.

Feng Yichen's eyes went back and forth between he Wenhao and Mo Lingwei. His eyebrows twisted. A moment later, he began to relax again. "It's so busy. There are more and more people living in this house, and there are fewer servants. Let's take care of each other."

Then he ran to Chu Yunyao and said, "for no reason, what do you want from Ben Shao? Can these things grow feet?

What else can I do for you?

Just open your mouth. "

Chu Yunyao disliked Feng Yichen for being too noisy, and was afraid that he would disturb everyone's peace by staying here. She said, "come with me. I have a medical book for you. You can copy it for me."

Feng Yichen asked: "is it your usual medical essay?"

Chu Yunyao nodded: "yes, I usually learn the essence of all in it."

Feng Yichen hears speech, a pair of fox eyes immediately glitter.

Chu Yunyao dug out the thick medical book from her bedroom and drove him to the secluded side hall: "just stay here and copy it. I'll ask bao'er to get some charcoal and ink for you, so that you won't be frozen."

Feng Yichen, holding a thick medical book, opens it and looks at the beautiful and neat little characters inside. He can't wait to hear what Chu Yunyao said. Sitting on the old wooden chair, he turns page by page...

seeing his infatuated appearance, Chu Yunyao quietly exits the door.

Seeing he Wenhao's face with a ragged beard, Chu Yunyao tells bao'er, "bao'er, help him shave his beard and get a haircut. Except for Li Bo, this mansion is full of beautiful men and women. You can't let he alone lower the whole face of our mansion."

Her tone with a bit of casual joke, Mo Lingwei can't help laughing, busy to he Wenhao explanation: "my sister-in-law always like this, you can't blame."

When he Wenhao saw Mo Lingwei smiling at him, his anger suddenly disappeared. He raised his hand and touched his face: "young lady is right, I really should clean myself up."

Bao'er was carrying the washed dishes and was very happy: "Miss, I only serve you on weekdays. What do you think I do? Shaving and hairdressing are serious skills. I'm used to doing rough work. If I have a strong hand, it won't be good if the knife cuts second young master he's face. "

Bear just want to speak, listen to Mo Ling Wei way: "I come, if he two childe don't dislike words."

He wenhaojun's face was a little shy. He was very happy. "Thank you very much, Miss mo. I'm so clumsy. I don't know how to do these things. That's why the young master is so slovenly.

I'm very grateful to Miss Mo for repairing our young master's face. "

Patiently, he pushed the wheelchair into the bedroom: "if you're small, go and find out the scissors and blades...

I'll go and find out the scissors and blades..."