Mo Lingyuan was suddenly so moved that he didn't know what to do. He took the wooden horse from Xiu'er's hand, and rubbed Xiu'er's head with his big palm: "Thank you Xiu'er, my father likes it very much."

Xiu'er held another little wooden horse in her arms: "This one is for my sister."

Mo Lingyuan said: "Xiu'er really has a heart, and even prepared a meeting gift for his father and sister."

Chu Yunyao said, "Before parting, Xiu'er gave Feng Shaojin a small wooden horse as a gift."

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

The feeling in Mo Lingyuan's heart changed instantly, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

His own son, who stayed by Feng Shaojin's side for too long, actually cared so deeply for others.

Presumably Feng Shaojin's love for Xiu'er must not be inferior to him. Thinking of this, Mo Lingyuan felt relieved.

Now that Feng Shaojin was mentioned, Chu Yunyao asked the doubts in her heart: "How did you know that we were going back to the north? When we reached the junction of the north and the south, Feng Shaojin snatched Ling Wei back, and by the way let Mu Qing brought me a letter saying that our itinerary was deliberately erased?"

Mo Lingyuan's stretched brows were tightened again: "I received the news of Mrs. Feng's accident, but I didn't hear any news about you, so I knew that you might have left the south, and I knew that the news I received was stolen by someone on the way. It was tampered with, it was wrong..."

Chu Yunyao was even more surprised: "What happened to Mrs. Feng? We were fine before we left."

"I heard that someone from the Feng family wanted to send Feng Muyun and Mrs. Feng abroad. They were intercepted by gangsters on the way. Mrs. Feng blocked a shot for Feng Muyun. As for whether Mrs. Feng is still alive, I don't know." Mo Mo After Ling Yuan finished speaking, he pursed his lips tightly, as if he didn't want to say more.

Chu Yunyao observed Mo Lingyuan's expression, and knew that he should have known everything that happened to Mo Lingwei.

It was about his own sister, Mo Lingyuan hated Feng Shaojin's actions more or less.

Chu Yunyao's heart was full of twists and turns, and if he dared to forcefully send Feng Muyun and Mrs. Feng abroad, the Feng family would not be able to find anyone other than Feng Shaojin.

Could it be that Feng Shaojin did this because of Mo Lingwei?

It's just that she doesn't know how the matter will end after Mrs. Feng was shot.

I don't know if Mo Lingwei's situation is worse.

Seeing that Mo Lingyuan didn't seem to want to say more, Chu Yunyao couldn't bring it up at this moment.

After walking for the whole night, at the hour of the hour, I finally returned to Jincheng.

Chu Yunyao and Mo Lingyuan took Xiu'er straight to Lan Kwai Fong.

At this time, Lan Kwai Fong is singing and dancing, as if it is in another world of luxury and money, and the raging war outside has no effect on the people inside.

Mo Siyu's small face is heavily painted with ink, and he is wearing a dashing costume, playing the role of Hua Mulan who is serving in the army for his father.

I saw her holding a long gun in one hand, one knee pressed on the back of a five or six-year-old boy, and the other short leg standing upright, pressing the long gun against the back of the boy's neck, singing proudly: : "Many heroines have contributed their merits and killed enemies for the country. They have produced heroes from generation to generation. How can these women be inferior to men?"

When I sang here, I suddenly got stuck and didn't know what to sing next.

Chi Yebai sat under the stands, picking melon seed shells, eating various snacks, and took the lead in applauding: "Okay, okay, the singing is so good, it is worthy of being the daughter raised by the owner of this workshop."

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, Chi Yebai turned his head to look over, and saw several wives who had been received by Mo Lingyuan and Chu Yunyao all had bitter faces, lowered their heads, and sighed silently.

Chi Yebai was furious: "Old man, why are you sighing? Is my daughter not good at singing?"