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Feng Yichen has always thought that Feng Shaojin, a man who never liked to be bound and restricted, is now willing to work hard as the young commander of Feng's family, because his sense of mission has awakened in his body.
Now, it seems, that's not the case.
He just made himself Feng Shaoqing, and demanded himself with Feng Shaoqing's behavior.
Maybe only in the face of Mo Lingwei, he is really himself.
Feng Yichen doesn't know whether his mood at the moment is more sad or more distressed.
There was a sudden panic and emptiness in his heart. He didn't know what to do, so he went to the pharmacy.
After Gu Wei came out of the study, he went straight to Feng Yichen: "young master Yichen, the young commander is in poor condition. His handwriting is shaking. I'll read those important documents. You can think of a way to let him have a rest."
Feng Yi Chen coagulates eyebrow, ordered to nod, wrung medicine to go upstairs.
After the bedroom, see feng Shaojin is holding a bowl, is persuading Mo Lingwei to eat, but Mo Lingwei is like a puppet, just mechanical with wine wipe the child's palm and chest, no reaction.
Feng Yichen is very clear that if Feng Shaojin continues to persuade her, with Mo Lingwei's hatred for Feng Shaojin, she will definitely jump up, grab the bowl of hot porridge and buckle it on Feng Shaojin's forehead.
Before the tragedy, Feng Yichen simply cuts Feng Shaojin's back with a knife and knocks people unconscious.
He holds Feng Shaojin down with one hand, catches the bowl with the other hand, puts it on the table, and carries Feng Shaojin to the guest room next door.
The bedroom finally subsides. Feng Yichen gives the child two injections and dispenses the medicine. He and Mo Lingwei pour the medicine into Xiuer's mouth for fear that the child will choke and vomit.
After a good toss, Feng Yichen's tired back was sweating.
Thinking of another patient in the governor's mansion, Feng Yichen rushed back to the governor's mansion again...
two days later.
Xiuer is still no sign of improvement, the child from the beginning of twitch somniloquy occasionally waving cry to later gradually quiet.
The high fever in recent days made the child's body completely weak. Xiuer lay quietly in bed. If she didn't convulse once in a while because of the high fever, there would be no difference between convulsion and dying.
Mo Lingwei's only hope has been dashed.
She looked at the half open window. The cold wind and snow came in from the outside. The windowsill was covered with a thick layer of snow.
she rose and went to the window to see the servant in the yard shoveling the thick sand like snow with a spade.
It suddenly occurred to her that this was the first time that Xiuer had seen such a heavy snow since she arrived at Yuncheng. If nothing had happened, she would have been making a snowman with Xiuer in the backyard these days, instead of watching Xiuer lie here quietly, breathing faintly and unconscious.
Mo Lingwei looks up and looks at the gloomy sky. She doesn't know how long she has been standing in front of the window. She only knows that the sky is a little bit dark, and the day has passed.
The servant in the yard lit the lantern early.
Finally clean up the ground, and was goose feather like snow spread a thick layer.
Mo Lingwei's black-and-white eyes are covered with red. She suddenly turns around, but she can't care about her cold body. She lifts the thin quilt, picks up her thin clothes, and rushes out with a hot Xiuer....
she doesn't wear a cape, hasn't changed her clothes for several days, and is so messy that it's full of wrinkles, and the shoelaces on her feet are loose, and she doesn't notice it....
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Feng Yichen has always thought that Feng Shaojin, a man who never liked to be bound and restricted, is now willing to work hard as the young commander of Feng's family, because his sense of mission has awakened in his body.
Now, it seems, that's not the case.
He just made himself Feng Shaoqing, and demanded himself with Feng Shaoqing's behavior.
Maybe only in the face of Mo Lingwei, he is really himself.
Feng Yichen doesn't know whether his mood at the moment is more sad or more distressed.
There was a sudden panic and emptiness in his heart. He didn't know what to do, so he went to the pharmacy.
After Gu Wei came out of the study, he went straight to Feng Yichen: "young master Yichen, the young commander is in poor condition. His handwriting is shaking. I'll read those important documents. You can think of a way to let him have a rest."
Feng Yi Chen coagulates eyebrow, ordered to nod, wrung medicine to go upstairs.
After the bedroom, see feng Shaojin is holding a bowl, is persuading Mo Lingwei to eat, but Mo Lingwei is like a puppet, just mechanical with wine wipe the child's palm and chest, no reaction.
Feng Yichen is very clear that if Feng Shaojin continues to persuade her, with Mo Lingwei's hatred for Feng Shaojin, she will definitely jump up, grab the bowl of hot porridge and buckle it on Feng Shaojin's forehead.
Before the tragedy, Feng Yichen simply cuts Feng Shaojin's back with a knife and knocks people unconscious.
He holds Feng Shaojin down with one hand, catches the bowl with the other hand, puts it on the table, and carries Feng Shaojin to the guest room next door.
The bedroom finally subsides. Feng Yichen gives the child two injections and dispenses the medicine. He and Mo Lingwei pour the medicine into Xiuer's mouth for fear that the child will choke and vomit.
After a good toss, Feng Yichen's tired back was sweating.
Thinking of another patient in the governor's mansion, Feng Yichen rushed back to the governor's mansion again...
two days later.
Xiuer is still no sign of improvement, the child from the beginning of twitch somniloquy occasionally waving cry to later gradually quiet.
The high fever in recent days made the child's body completely weak. Xiuer lay quietly in bed. If she didn't convulse once in a while because of the high fever, there would be no difference between convulsion and dying.
Mo Lingwei's only hope has been dashed.
She looked at the half open window. The cold wind and snow came in from the outside. The windowsill was covered with a thick layer of snow.
she rose and went to the window to see the servant in the yard shoveling the thick sand like snow with a spade.
It suddenly occurred to her that this was the first time that Xiuer had seen such a heavy snow since she arrived at Yuncheng. If nothing had happened, she would have been making a snowman with Xiuer in the backyard these days, instead of watching Xiuer lie here quietly, breathing faintly and unconscious.
Mo Lingwei looks up and looks at the gloomy sky. She doesn't know how long she has been standing in front of the window. She only knows that the sky is a little bit dark, and the day has passed.
The servant in the yard lit the lantern early.
Finally clean up the ground, and was goose feather like snow spread a thick layer.
Mo Lingwei's black-and-white eyes are covered with red. She suddenly turns around, but she can't care about her cold body. She lifts the thin quilt, picks up her thin clothes, and rushes out with a hot Xiuer....
she doesn't wear a cape, hasn't changed her clothes for several days, and is so messy that it's full of wrinkles, and the shoelaces on her feet are loose, and she doesn't notice it....
Mo Lingwei's black and white eyes are covered with red www.m ylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Feng Yichen has always thought that Feng Shaojin, a man who never liked to be bound and restricted, is now willing to work hard as the young commander of Feng's family, because his sense of mission has awakened in his body. Now, it seems, that's not the case. He just made himself Feng Shaoqing, and demanded himself with Feng Shaoqing's behavior. Maybe only in the face of Mo Lingwei, he is really himself. Feng Yichen doesn't know whether his mood at the moment is more sad or more distressed. There was a sudden panic and emptiness in his heart. He didn't know what to do, so he went to the pharmacy. After Gu Wei came out of the study, he went straight to Feng Yichen: "young master Yichen, the young commander is in poor condition. His handwriting is shaking. I'll read those important documents. You can think of a way to let him have a rest." Feng Yi Chen coagulates eyebrow, ordered to nod, wrung medicine to go upstairs. After the bedroom, see feng Shaojin is holding a bowl, is persuading Mo Lingwei to eat, but Mo Lingwei is like a puppet, just mechanical with wine wipe the child's palm and chest, no reaction. Feng Yichen is very clear that if Feng Shaojin continues to persuade her, with Mo Lingwei's hatred for Feng Shaojin, she will definitely jump up, grab the bowl of hot porridge and buckle it on Feng Shaojin's forehead. Before the tragedy, Feng Yichen simply cuts Feng Shaojin's back with a knife and knocks people unconscious. He holds Feng Shaojin down with one hand, catches the bowl with the other hand, puts it on the table, and carries Feng Shaojin to the guest room next door. The bedroom finally subsides. Feng Yichen gives the child two injections and dispenses the medicine. He and Mo Lingwei pour the medicine into Xiuer's mouth for fear that the child will choke and vomit. After a good toss, Feng Yichen's tired back was sweating. Thinking of another patient in the governor's mansion, Feng Yichen rushed back to the governor's mansion again... two days later. Xiuer is still no sign of improvement, the child from the beginning of twitch somniloquy occasionally waving cry to later gradually quiet. The high fever in recent days made the child's body completely weak. Xiuer lay quietly in bed. If she didn't convulse once in a while because of the high fever, there would be no difference between convulsion and dying. Mo Lingwei's only hope has been dashed. She looked at the half open window. The cold wind and snow came in from the outside. The windowsill was covered with a thick layer of snow. she rose and went to the window to see the servant in the yard shoveling the thick sand like snow with a spade. It suddenly occurred to her that this was the first time that Xiuer had seen such a heavy snow since she arrived at Yuncheng. If nothing had happened, she would have been making a snowman with Xiuer in the backyard these days, instead of watching Xiuer lie here quietly, breathing faintly and unconscious. Mo Lingwei looks up and looks at the gloomy sky. She doesn't know how long she has been standing in front of the window. She only knows that the sky is a little bit dark, and the day has passed. The servant in the yard lit the lantern early. Finally clean up the ground, and was goose feather like snow spread a thick layer. Mo Lingwei's black-and-white eyes are covered with red. She suddenly turns around, but she can't care about her cold body. She lifts the thin quilt, picks up her thin clothes, and rushes out with a hot Xiuer.... she doesn't wear a cape, hasn't changed her clothes for several days, and is so messy that it's full of wrinkles, and the shoelaces on her feet are loose, and she doesn't notice it.... Mo Lingwei's black and white eyes are covered with red www.m ylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
