When Gu Wei knocked on the door and came in, he saw Feng Shaojin pressing the rolled up document to his forehead, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Shaojin raised his eyes and stared at Gu Wei's slightly red eyes, "I heard from Yichen that you were the person I trusted the most in the past and always took you by my side?"

Gu Wei nodded, "It's an honor to be humble, and indeed won the trust of the young commander."

Feng Shaojin lowered his eyes: "Then you must know how Ling Wei and I met, how we got together, and how we separated in the end?

I forgot, tell me about it. "

Apart from himself, he couldn't think of anyone else who could snatch Mo Lingwei away from Mo Lingyuan's grasp without anyone noticing it.

To be able to hide a person without revealing any information to the outside world, perhaps only Young Marshal Feng, who was in power at the time, could do it.

Gu Wei sat down in front of Feng Shaojin, and slowly said, "The first time you two met was on a snowy night, I assassinated Yamamoto with you and was seriously injured..."

The past is like flowing water, day and night.

For seven days in a row, Mo Lingwei stayed in the other courtyard, reading books, planting flowers, living peacefully and comfortably.

Feng Shaojin didn't come to bother her anymore, but William ran to other courtyards more frequently, and the fourth aunt was too busy to keep her feet on the ground.

Mo Lingwei looked at Hu Suya, who was in a hurry, and asked, "Auntie, are you still going out today?"

Hu Suya is writing a letter to Chu Yunyao: "I won't go out, I've been very tired these days, I will rest for half a day today, anyway, the business is almost done.

That Feng Shaojin, why hasn't he come these days?

You burned his hand, don't you plan to go to Fengjiabao to see him? "

Mo Lingwei remained silent.

Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.

The siren sounded at the gate of the courtyard.

The guards brought Feng Shaojin in, Hu Suya seemed to have seen the future uncle, she quickly stood up from the chair, and grabbed Mo Lingwei's arm to go out to greet her.

"Master Feng's hands are better. We Lingwei were still feeling guilty just now, and we planned to go to Fengjiabao to see you." Hu Suya winked desperately at Mo Lingwei, but it's a pity that Mo Lingwei is a piece of wood.

"It's okay, I'll be fine soon." Feng Shaojin's gaze fell on Mo Lingwei, and his voice was almost tender: "How are you doing these past few days?"

The bottom of the man's eyes is like the deep sea, he seems to be thinner, and the surging emotions are somewhat unclear.

Still as handsome as ever.

"Very good." Mo Lingwei avoided his gaze and stared at his slender fingers, "Is Young Master Feng here to pick me up to the racetrack?"

"Well, it's hard for you to remember this." Feng Shaojin smiled, and looked up at Hu Suya: "I'll take Ling Wei to the racetrack and send her back later."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Hu Suya warned: "Our Ling Wei is timid, so don't be scared."

Feng Shaojin replied with a good temper: "With me here, nothing will happen to her, just don't worry, aunt."

When she called aunt, Hu Suya's whole body became erratic.

The future uncle is really good-tempered, well-educated, and well-cultivated...

In short, all aspects are good.

Mo Lingwei looked at the cheongsam on her body, "Please wait for a while, I will go back to the room to get my clothes."

Feng Shaojin nodded slightly: "No rush."

Mo Lingwei quickly came out with her hat and neatly folded riding clothes.

Feng Shaojin naturally took what was in her hand, put it back in the car, opened the co-pilot's door, and helped her into the car.

He went around to the driver's seat, stretched his long arms to the rear seat, and took out a bunch of candied haws from the paper bag and handed it to her: "I heard you like this, so I asked the kitchen staff to make it."