Feng Shaojin stared at that little face and froze in place!

When I first looked at the photos, I thought this child was very similar to Mo Lingwei. Now that I saw the real person, I felt even more like it. It was simply a miniature version carved out of a mold.

Even the curvature of the eyebrows and the corners of the lips when she smiled slightly was exactly the same.

Afterwards, Feng Yichen, who was chasing after him on horseback, also reined in his horse, and jumped off the horse: "Brother, don't be impulsive, let's go back for now, after all, Young Marshal Mo just arrived here..."

He stretched out his hand to pull Feng Shaojin: "Brother, why do you..."

His eyes fell on the little girl's face that was so familiar and unforgettable, he was also shocked!

He has never seen a photo of Xiang Yi, but he just heard his brother accidentally mention that among Chu Yunyao's three children, the youngest child looks very much like Ling Wei.

He just listened to it, Xiu'er didn't look like Mo Lingyuan back then, what's so strange about it?

But being able to look almost exactly the same was far beyond his expectations.

The same shocked expression as Feng Shaojin's appeared on his face.

Mo Siyu had already rushed in front of the two of them, hugged Xiang Yi, and hugged her into his arms. He stared at the two handsome men in front of him fiercely and hostilely: "How do you ride horses? When you arrived at someone's courtyard How dare you ride so fast at the door?

Who gave you the guts? What if I hurt my sister? Even if you take your life, I can't afford to pay for my sister! "

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Yichen: "..."

Feng Shaojin didn't have any impression of Mo Siyu's face, but Feng Yichen couldn't forget it.

This child, no matter what he said or did or how arrogant he was, was very much like Chu Yunyao. He hadn't forgotten the ruthlessness that Chu Yunyao radiated from his body when he beat him.

Feng Yichen raised his hand and covered his forehead: "Your name is Siyu, what's your sister's name?"

Mo Siyu stared at Feng Yichen vigilantly: "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"I'm your Uncle Yichen. Although we met for the first time, I recognized you immediately. Where's your Brother Xiu'er? Did you come with me?"

Mo Siyu: "..."

Mo Siyu raised his eyes and looked behind him, his eyebrows stretched: "Father handsome."

Feng Shaojin, who was standing behind and staring at Xiang Yi's face, turned his head, and landed a heavy punch on his face without warning.

"Bastard, you are still alive, but you deceived everyone with your death." Mo Lingyuan was furious, "I will kill you today and let you report to the underworld."

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Feng Shaojin again.

Ling Wei thought that this guy passed away in order to save herself, and he was unable to get out of the grief and guilt for a long time. He just came to Xiyang Kingdom today, and found that this guy was living well. He almost bumped into Xiang Yi while riding a tall horse. Mo Ling Yuan was so angry that Feng Shaojin's heart was broken.

Feng Shaojin was unprepared, he staggered a few steps from the beating, and almost fell on the lawn, his cheek was bruised a lot with the naked eye.

Just when Mo Lingyuan's fist fell towards Feng Shaojin's face again, Feng Yichen, who had reacted, stood up and stood in front of Feng Shaojin, taking the punch for him.

Feng Yichen spat out blood, and stood firmly in front of Feng Shaojin, bearing Mo Lingyuan's exuberant anger, explained with a trembling voice: "Young Marshal Mo, listen to me, this is just a misunderstanding. Brother never thought of deceiving everyone..."

Seeing that Feng Yichen would rather be beaten to death than let him go, Mo Lingyuan simply took out his gun from his arms and pointed it at Feng Shaojin who was standing there in a daze: "Could it be that he is living well at the moment, this commander will kill you right now!" Leave him, let him give my sister an explanation."