in the bedroom.

Chu Yunyao looked at the little bed where Xiang Yi had slept, and that feeling of reluctance spread in her heart, the more she thought about it, the more sad she became.

Although Xiang Yi was not her own, she delivered the baby with her own hands, and, since birth, she has been brought up by her own hands.

Compared with Siyu, she spent much more thought and energy on Xiangyi before she was three years old.

After Siyu was born, for a long time, Chi Yebai helped to raise her. At that time, she was a little overwhelmed by internal and external troubles.

Fortunately, although Siyu has been mischievous, she has always been heartless and never holds grudges. Although she often gets angry at Siyu and beats Siyu, the relationship between mother and daughter is still strong. very good.

Originally thinking that Feng Shaojin had passed away, she thought that she had an extra daughter.

But he didn't expect that Feng Shaojin was not only not dead, but also alive and well. Judging from his tone, he would definitely not hand over Xiang Yi to her to raise him.

What's more, since Feng Shaojin didn't die, Ling Wei couldn't be kept in the pain and torment of the past. Sooner or later, her memory would have to be restored.

But he couldn't let Feng Shaojin get Mo Lingwei's forgiveness so easily.

Thinking that Xiang Yi would leave her in the future, Chu Yunyao's heart ached like cutting flesh, she covered her face and sobbed, which was rare.

Knowing that she was feeling uncomfortable, Mo Lingyuan said, "If you don't want to hand over Xiang Yi to Feng Shaojin, I have plenty of ways to keep him from knowing the truth.

Xiang Yi's surname is Mo, so he should belong to our Mo family. "

Chu Yunyao wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said angrily, "What stupid things are you talking about? That's Ling Wei's child, and we just help her raise her.

Although I am also very reluctant to remember each other, it is always good to have one more person who loves each other.

Although I don't like Feng Shaojin, he is Xiang Yi's biological father after all, and Xiang Yi will know the truth sooner or later.

Back then, Feng Shaojin helped us raise Xiu'er, and he never saw anyone wanting to monopolize your son. "

It's okay not to mention this, but Mo Lingyuan became more angry when he mentioned this: "If it weren't for him, those things would not have happened, and Ling Wei would not have become like this."

"The thing has already happened, I can only accept it, and it's too late to resent it." Chu Yunyao sighed: "I knew that the person pursuing Ling Wei in the fourth wife's letter was Feng Shaojin, so I didn't bring memories. .

It would be fine if Feng Shaojin lived in Huaxia Country, but now the Feng family has taken root in Western Country.

If I leave Xiang Yi here, it will be difficult to see her once in the future due to the distance between mountains and rivers, I don't know if I can see her once a year..."

The more Chu Yunyao thought about it, the more sad she became, lying in Mo Lingyuan's arms and crying again.

Mo Lingyuan: "..."

Mo Lingyuan didn't know how to persuade her, "Xiangyi's temperament is still suitable for growing up with Siyu, our family. Why don't you discuss it with Ling Wei and persuade her to go back to China with us, and by the way, Xiangyi Take it back to China to raise it?"

Chu Yunyao: "..."

Chu Yunyao thought about it, this seemed to be the best way to get the best of both worlds, but Feng Shaojin would definitely not agree easily.

Chu Yunyao shook her head: "Let it be, don't force it."

With Mo Lingwei's tortured and dilapidated body, being able to conceive and survive until Mo Xiangyi was born is already an eye-opener from the heavens.

Chu Yunyao wiped away her tears and asked, "If Ling Wei can't remember the past, when will I restore her memory?"

Just as he was talking, Xiang Yi walked in with short legs carrying a stack of pastries: "Mother, father, we finished breakfast, and I didn't see mother and father going to the kitchen.

This is what my brother and sister left for you to eat. "

Xiang Yi held the plate in front of Chu Yunyao, raised her face and said, "Mother, why are you crying?"