Feng Shaojin set up the dishes and chopsticks, added a new bowl of porridge and put it in front of her, pulled out a chair, and sat down beside her, "If you want to go back to Jincheng, you must first eat enough and save some strength." ”

Mo Lingwei endured the grief and indignation in her heart: "Do you still plan to hide me in this disgraceful courtyard and imprison me for the rest of my life, just like before?" ”

Feng Shaojin's voice was indifferent, "No, you give me some time, and wait for me to deal with the affairs of the Feng family......"

He fed a spoonful of porridge to her lips: "Eat a little." ”

Mo Lingwei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again: "I can't eat." ”

Feng Shaojin licked her thin lips and smiled coldly: "Can't eat?" Is it because you can't eat it because you see me? Or are you trying to threaten me with a hunger strike? ”

He slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl: "Ling Wei, I finally brought you back, I won't watch you starve to death, you don't want to eat, I have ten thousand ways to feed this bowl of porridge to your mouth, I just don't know if you are willing to try." ”

He Feng Shaojin has always been a person with methods.

Mo Lingwei couldn't say a word angrily, and the roots of her teeth were trembling.

Feng Shaojin didn't want her hatred of herself to add another layer, so she eased her tone, put the porridge bowl in her hand, and softened her voice to persuade: "It's better to eat a little, and when your body gets better, you will have the strength to escape from here, isn't it?" ”

He tapped his fingers on the table for a while: "As long as Mo Lingyuan's people staying here can find you, I'll let you go, okay?" ”

Mo Lingwei glanced at him coldly and snorted lightly.

If Feng Shaojin could talk so well, she would not have been taken away from the train.

But Feng Shaojin is right, only when you are full can you accumulate strength to escape from here.

She is sick now, even if her brother and sister-in-law find her, they can't take her away.

Feng Shaojin put the porridge bowl with just the right temperature in her hand, sat away from her, picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat.

The corner of her eye stayed on her from time to time.

She eats very gently, as always elegant and calm, even if her face is pale, her little face is thin, and her face is sickly, which does not reduce her upbringing and temperament engraved in her bones.

He was also hungry, and saw her unconscious for several days, staying by his side for days and nights, without any appetite.

Finally, when she woke up, the tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

After Feng Shaojin finished eating, he turned his head to look at Mo Lingwei, and saw that she had only eaten half a bowl of clear porridge and put down the chopsticks.

Feng Shaojin poured a cup of warm water and put it in front of her, Mo Lingwei held the cup and drank most of the cup of warm water, picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips, and sat quietly in a wheelchair, looking at the plum blossoms outside the window.

Feng Shaojin got up, picked up the coat on the back of the chair and draped it over her, squatted down, and buttoned the cloak for her.

The warm fingertips hooked the black hair that hung down her cheeks and pulled them to the heels of her ears, staring at her for a moment.

Mo Lingwei ignored his courtesy, and seemed unwilling to even look at him more.

Feng Shaojin sighed silently, stood up, and pushed the wheelchair out: "You just woke up, I pushed you around, what do you like and don't like, you can tell me, this courtyard will be arranged according to your requirements, how about it?" ”

Mo Lingwei remained silent and let him push herself to the backyard.

The large plum blossoms in the yard are scorching and dazzling, the wind blows, and the white and pink petals flutter down.

Her black hair, her clothes, were full of lingering petals.

She raised her hand, broke off a branch, and stared at the plum petals on it......