"Why didn't anyone send a report?" Mo Lingyuan threw his chopsticks and asked in a deep voice.

He was already cold, but at the moment he was extremely serious, and he seemed to be suppressing a little bit of anger, which frightened the fourth aunt too much.

The fourth aunt hurriedly explained: "It's not that we deliberately want to hide it, it's that the master doesn't allow us to tell you that during that time, Mo Ershao had just passed away, and you had to track down the murderer, and you also had to deal with the affairs of the Mo family's army.

The lord has issued a death order, and we are not allowed to cause trouble for you.

In the past, the old man's body also had bad times, we thought that the time was longer, the care was more careful, and the old man would get better as before, so we didn't care, who knows......"

The fourth aunt cried again as she spoke: "Who knows that after all, it is getting old, and it is not as good as day by day, the master asked me to come over and invite you over, saying that there are some words that have been pressed in my heart for a long time, and I want to say it......

Otherwise, you will die. ”

With a "click", the chopsticks broke into two in Mo Lingyuan's hand.

Mo Lingyuan threw his chopsticks, raised his feet and walked out.

Chu Yunyao chased after him: "Ling Yuan, you wait for me, I'll go with you." ”

Mo Lingyuan was about to refuse, but Chu Yunyao said: "I have good medical skills, go to check the pulse of his old man, it will be regarded as a piece of filial piety for Xiu'er." ”

Mo Lingyuan thought about it and agreed.

Chu Yunyao hugged Siyu and said to Chi Yebai: "Master Chi Fang will eat by himself and then leave, we don't have time to accompany you." ”

Chi Yebai: "......"

Chi Yebai waved his hand: "Go, go, it's already your own people, and the owner of this workshop is not polite to you." ”

Chu Yunyao pulled the fourth aunt, who was crying sadly, into the carriage and rushed to the Overseer's Mansion......

In the annex courtyard.

Mo Lingwei stood at the door with the box twisted, looking up at the exquisite three-story small western-style building in front of her.

Gu Wei greeted him at the door, as if waiting for the hostess who had gone out of the door, and his words were full of joy: "Young lady, you are back." ”

Mo Lingwei retracted her gaze, looked at Gu Wei, and said coldly, "Xiu'er is in his hands?" ”

"Yes." Gu Wei has all questions.

"I want to see Xiu'er."

"The little master is upstairs." Gu Wei bent down and made a gesture of please: "The young lady can go upstairs directly." ”

Mo Lingwei grabbed the suitcase in her hand tightly, and pinched her nails into her palm: "I want to see Feng Shaojin." ”

"Please go upstairs, Ye is waiting for you upstairs." Gu Wei's tone was light, but there was a warmth.

Mo Lingwei looked at the threshold, knowing what it meant once she stepped in.

She stood still, silent for as long as the night fell, and the lantern hanging on the eaves was already lit.

It was as if only a moment had passed, and time seemed to stand still.

Feng Shaojin stood at the window, opened the corner of the curtain, her heart seemed to be tormented in a boiling oil pot, and she tried her best to restrain her urge to rush downstairs and pick her up.

He was gambling, betting that since Mo Lingwei had come here, he would definitely not ignore Xiu'er's existence.

But he really couldn't wait any longer, and when he saw her standing quietly in the yard, motionless, the soles of her feet seemed to have roots, and she refused to move half a step, and his heart became anxious again.

Although he knew that the guards at the gate of the courtyard would never let her out without his permission, he was still afraid that she would retreat and disappear from his eyes.

Everything was as if it was in a dream, until Mo Lingwei's footsteps finally began to move......