Mo Lingwei's ink-black eyes stared at him coldly, and her beautiful little face was as cold as ice.

Feng Shaojin chuckled, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and talked to her without caring whether she listened or not: "I remember you told me before that you liked the time when the two of us were abroad together.

The furnishings in this annex are exactly the same as where you live abroad......"

Mo Lingwei lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but she was so weak that she accidentally rolled off the bed and fell to the ground.

I only heard a muffled sound of "bang".

As soon as Feng Shaojin turned his head, the people on the bed and the futon rolled to the floor.

Feng Shaojin panicked, strode over, and even carried her back to the bed with a quilt, and touched her forehead with a big palm: "You lie down well, don't move, you haven't eaten for a few days, how can you have the strength to walk?"

I'll go to the kitchen and bring some porridge and feed it to you. ”

"Where is this?" Mo Lingwei's throat was dry, and she looked through the window and looked outside.

There are various plum trees planted in the garden, and the white and pink plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the dark fragrance is coming.

Feng Shaojin followed her line of sight, smiled with her eyebrows, and replied gently: "My other courtyard." ”

Seeing the faint expression on her face, Feng Shaojin went out.

After a while, he brought a bowl of porridge over, sat on the edge of the bed, stirred the porridge in the white porcelain bowl with a spoon, scooped a spoonful, and fed it to her lips: "This is fragrant rice that has been soaked for half an hour, and it takes two hours to boil the porridge over low heat.

The doctor said that you can't eat too greasy on an empty stomach, clear the porridge to nourish the stomach, and wait for a few days to make what you like to eat for you, okay? ”

Mo Lingwei turned her face to the side and ignored him.

Feng Shaojin pursed her lips and chuckled, and said dotingly, "Isn't it too hot?" ”

He withdrew the spoon, put the porridge to his lips and blew, "Okay, it's not hot, let's eat some." ”

Mo Lingwei pursed her lips tightly, her gaze fell on the window, empty and unfocused.

Feng Shaojin stretched out his hand, his big palm fell on her little face, broke her head back, and got closer, her voice became more and more gentle and low: "It's better to eat a little, if you are full, you can send out any anger in your heart to me, huh?" ”

Mo Lingwei raised her hand violently and slapped the porridge in his bowl.

The hot porridge spilled on the futon, the sheets, and the back of Feng Shaojin's hand.

He didn't care about the back of his hot hand, so he hurriedly pulled open the futon covering her, and asked anxiously, "Did it burn you?" Don't burn you. ”

Seeing that she was safe and sound, Feng Shaojin breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the door: "Come on, change the sheets and bedding for the young lady." ”

The servant hurriedly ran in, and when he saw the scene in the bedroom, he didn't dare to come out, so he took out the new sheets and bedding from the cupboard, and came in with a broom and a mop to clean up the porridge that had been spilled on the ground.

Feng Shaojin wiped her hands clean, put on a coat for Mo Lingwei, picked her up and moved her to the wheelchair.

The maid saw that the back of Feng Shaojin's hand was red, and went out to get the scalding ointment for him: "Young master, apply some medicine, in case the lady sees it, it will be distressing." ”

Feng Shaojin lowered his head, glanced at the indifferent Mo Lingwei, unscrewed the cap, dipped a little plaster on the back of his hand with his fingertips, and said lightly: "It's okay, hurry up and clean up." ”

Feng Shaojin pushed Mo Lingwei out: "I'll take you to the restaurant, I'll ask the cook to cook it for you again if you want to eat." ”

Mo Lingwei pulled her cloak and put her hands on her knees: "Feng Shaojin, I want to go back to Jincheng!" ”