Having not seen each other in just two days, Mo Lingwei only felt that Feng Shaojin today seemed a little different from the past, but he couldn't tell what the difference was.
It seemed that the way she looked at her had changed.
Without the arrogance and arrogance of the past, there is a touch of depth and stability.
He looked into her eyes, as if a flame was burning, but it burned silently, without making her feel the slightest discomfort.
"Ling Wei, long time no see." Feng Shaojin restrained the urge to pull her into his arms, his eyes as dark as the deep sea.
It's been a long time, and it's been so long that the stars have moved, and after going around, they still meet again.
Listening to Feng Shaojin's greeting, Feng Yichen didn't figure out the deep meaning in his brother's words at all, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
It's been a long time since I haven't seen Ling Wei for only two days.
Only Mo Lingyuan, staring at the person in front of him, squinted his eyes.
Two days ago, this guy still had the impulsiveness and arrogance of a young man, why did he seem to be a different person today, suddenly much deeper and more stable?
The heavy sense of steadfastness on the man is a mature temperament that is naturally produced after years of tempering.
In front of Mo Lingyuan's fiery eyes, it is impossible to pretend.
Mo Lingwei looked away from Feng Shaojin quickly, and landed on the three children by the stream, and said in a low voice: "I didn't expect this garden to belong to your Feng family..."
"It doesn't matter who owns it, as long as you have fun." Feng Shaojin paused, picked up the fishing rod on the ground, and put it in the stream: "The crucian carp here are all wild and delicious. Bring a few up and bake them for the children."
Seeing Feng Shaojin approaching, Xiu'er was afraid that his father would drive his uncle away again, so he squeezed to Feng Shaojin's side with winking eyes, "Uncle, the little fish in the water is biting my foot, and my uncle also took off his clothes!" Take off your shoes and soak your feet in the water."
Feng Shaojin naturally hugged Xiu'er who had grown a lot taller, and asked in a friendly tone: "What book are you reading now? Do you continue to practice the skills I taught you?"
Xiu'er turned her head and looked at Feng Shaojin in surprise: "Uncle, do you remember me?"
"You call me uncle, how can I not remember?" Feng Shaojin rubbed his head.
"Then uncle likes to remember each other?" Xiu'er asked tentatively.
Feng Shaojin nodded: "Of course I like it. Xiang Yi is the most beautiful child I've ever seen. He looks exactly like your aunt."
Xiu'er leaned her head on Feng Shaojin's shoulder: "Then uncle should treat Xiang Yi better in the future."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Feng Shaojin was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Uncle liked Xiangyi very much the first time he saw Xiangyi, and she is your younger sister, so of course I will treat her well."
Xiu'er: "..."
Xiu'er still wanted to say something, but when she met Feng Shaojin's deep and sharp gaze, she pursed her lips tightly again.
That hesitant look fell into Feng Shaojin's eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind.
This child is young, and he has been influenced by Mo Lingyuan's ears and eyes, and his mind has long been different from that of an ordinary child of this age. It is impossible to say these words to him for no reason.
Xiangyi is his younger sister, and Siyu is also his younger sister, why does Dudu let himself be nice to Xiangyi, but never mention Siyu?
Feng Shaojin's gaze passed Xiu'er and fell on Mo Xiangyi's small silhouette.
The little man grabbed his skirt with both hands, dipped his feet in the stream, huddled together with Siyu, tried his best to suppress his laughter, and covered his mouth that was about to laugh with his small hands from time to time, the delicate side face Some are bulging with a little baby fat, and they look full of cuteness...