"I know, I know, I'm sorry, Zi'er, I'm sorry-" Mo Zhilan felt sorry for her grief and coaxed her softly, wanting to share all the faults.
"Mo Zhilan, I hate you, I hate you -" Feng Xizi's voice trembled, and the painful tears suddenly poured out of her eyes like broken pearls and rolled down her cheeks one by one.
Her tears made Mo Zhilan look stunned.
In her memory, Zi'er rarely cried - even at the moment when her child was lost, she still gritted her teeth and smiled, her smile so dazzling and so desperate.
But now, she is crying.
The dripping tears stained his clothes, which made him feel sour suddenly, and he unconsciously let go of the hand that held him.
As for Feng Xizi, the moment her arms were free, her backhand was a slap.
Snap!
This slap hit Mo Zhilan's handsome face firmly. The sound was so loud that one can imagine the force of the blow.
Mo Zhilan's side face was swollen from the beating, but Feng Xizi was stunned. She didn't expect that Mo Zhilan didn't dodge, and just stood there and let her hit him.
With his skill, if she wanted to hide, she would try her best to avoid it, not to mention his status as a ninth-level person, how could he let her slap him in the face.
"Zi'er, don't hate me, please, don't hate me." He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her pink cheeks. There were obvious red marks on her fair and elegant handsome face, but he even gave up his inner strength.
.
"Get out - get out -" She pushed the hands away with force and turned her face away, with no excitement in her eyes.
"Zi'er..." Mo Zhilan looked steadily at Feng Xizi's distracted gaze.
"Mo Zhilan, you are not welcome in the Feng family. If you still have any humanity left, leave Jiangnan immediately. You and I..." Taking a deep breath, Feng Xizi raised her tear-filled but still as ice-like eyes.
, said word by word: "We will never see each other until we die, we don't want to recognize Biluo, we will never meet again in hell!"
At that moment, Mo Zhilan seemed to have lost all focus.
Even though the world was falling apart, he remained as calm as ever. In this place where the sky was drizzled and the bamboo leaves fell, he felt the pain at the tip of his heart.
It turns out that this proud woman cannot be exchanged for her wealth.
[I am Liu Er who plans to torture the male protagonist severely]
Qiyu walked into the lotus root garden in the rain, looking worried that she couldn't hide.
"Qiu Yu, you're back." When Ting He saw him coming, he quickly handed over a dry cotton cloth and asked him to wipe off the rain flakes on his body.
He casually wiped the raindrops on his clothes and asked, "How is Miss?"
"I have some fever. I drank some porridge at noon and I'm still asleep now."
It has been raining in the south of the Yangtze River for the past few days. Feng Xizi went out alone and stayed in Zhuxuan for a long time. After coming back, she started coughing. It was obvious that she was infected with the wind and cold. Tinghe wanted to persuade her to take medicine and rest, but she refused to listen and died again.
The guards surrounded the lotus garden, but saw no four young masters or any business manager. They locked themselves up for three days, forcing a man with typhoid fever into a high fever that would not go away.
Qiuyu was originally in charge of Fengyu at Qianfang in Gusu City, but when he heard that Fengxizi was ill, he came back to visit despite the rain.
"How did the young lady get sick?"
"It was because the lady got caught in the rain when she went out a few days ago. I don't know what happened. It's been like this since I came back." Tinghe hesitated to speak, and noticed that Qiyu's face was not caring, so he said uneasily: "Your Majesty
Now in Canglang Villa, maybe...maybe the young lady's illness..."