Feng Yichen was about to collapse: "Brother, please stop saying a few words, okay?"
Relying on his amnesia and not remembering the past, can he be so confident?
That's your future brother-in-law!
You can't die if you don't do it!
Feng Shaojin still wanted to speak, but Mo Lingwei couldn't bear it anymore: "Master Feng, if you get angry with my brother again, please leave here, our Mo Family doesn't welcome you."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Feng Shaojin rubbed his back teeth, and really obediently remained silent.
He glanced at Mo Lingwei, his face full of grievances and a pitiful look.
Mo Lingwei saw that Xiangyi was crying with tears all over her face, and her heart ached as if being poked by the tip of a needle. She leaned over, hugged Xiangyi who was lying in Mo Siyu's arms, wiped away her tears, and spoke softly "Xiang Yi is good, don't be afraid, with father, mother and aunt here, no one will bully Xiang Yi."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Feng Shaojin said in a low voice: "I didn't intend to scare him, it's your brother..."
Mo Lingwei's beautiful eyes turned sideways: "If Young Master Feng is not here to ride the horse, nothing will happen."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
After Mo Lingwei finished speaking, she hugged Mo Xiangyi in one hand and Mo Siyu in the other and walked to the other courtyard: "Let's go back to the house and have breakfast."
Fourth Aunt: "..."
So, after doing it for so long, is the young master Shaojin in front of him the one who killed the eldest lady so much that her life would be worse than death?
Is it too late for her to defect now?
The fourth aunt hung her head too low, followed behind Mo Lingwei silently, and followed into the other courtyard.
Chu Yunyao looked at the two brothers of the Feng family with bruised noses and swollen faces, and thought that it was better to be alive than to be dead. Even if Ling Wei recovered her memory, she would not be forced to the point of depression.
Last time on a snowy night in New Year's Eve, listening to what Ling Wei said when she was drunk, she didn't have no feelings for Feng Shaojin.
What's more, the two of them still have a child, and it's always good to have one more person who loves and remembers each other.
As the only sane person at this time, Chu Yunyao sighed: "Since everyone is here, let's go into the room and explain everything clearly.
Beating you to the death will not solve any problems. "
Chu Yunyao dragged Mo Lingyuan into the other courtyard, and the two brothers Feng Yichen and Feng Shaojin followed behind them.
Before reaching the entrance of the hall, he saw Xiu'er running down from the study upstairs. He fixed his eyes on Feng Shaojin, who was walking at the end with a cold expression.
"Uncle!" Xiu'er rushed over and hugged Feng Shaojin's waist.
In the past, the small glutinous rice dumpling was like a green pine seedling, slender and slender, almost reaching Feng Shaojin's chest.
Facing the sudden hug, Feng Shaojin was a little confused.
He does not reject this child from the bottom of his heart, but it seems that he has never been so close to anyone.
Xiu'er's tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, wet Feng Shaojin's clothes, and her voice was full of tears: "Uncle, I thought you were dead, and I will never see you again."
Mo Lingyuan: "..."
Looking at this scene, Mo Lingyuan felt even more unhappy.
It seems that apart from myself hating Feng Shaojin, the rest of the family have a good impression of Feng Shaojin.
Even Xiu'er, who has always been moody and angry, would cry in public with excitement when he saw this fellow.
Back then, Feng Shaojin must have been very kind to Xiu'er. I heard that Feng Shaojin personally taught Xiu'er those skills.
Thinking about it this way, Feng Shaojin doesn't seem to be useless.
But Mo Lingyuan was still upset.
With Feng Shaojin's arms hanging by his sides, he glanced at Feng Yichen, lowered his head and frowned and asked the child who was holding him: "Who are you?"