Since she can't remember, let him figure it out.
If Xiang Yi was really born by Ling Wei, if that child really was his...
Just thinking about it, Feng Shaojin's heart trembled uncontrollably...
Back in the garden, Feng Yichen and Fourth Aunt had already taken the three children to play in the stream, Mo Lingwei changed into dry clothes and sat opposite Chu Yunyao and Mo Lingyuan.
Feng Shaojin helped brush honey on the chicken wings, and put the baked food in front of Mo Lingwei: "Don't do it, I'll do it, so as not to burn it."
Chu Yunyao raised her eyes and stared at Feng Shaojin, lowered her eyes and continued to add charcoal to the stove, slandering in her heart: This guy has regained his memory, he was still acting frivolous a few days ago, but today he suddenly became humble?
Feng Shaojin asked Chu Yunyao: "I brought Ling Wei back to Zhuyuan, and she said that she was seriously ill at that time, and you even performed the operation for her by yourself."
Chu Yunyao gave a lazy "hmm".
Feng Shaojin said again: "Ling Wei also said that Xiang Yi will give birth prematurely because of the operation on her, which caused you to have a fetal gas, Young Madam, isn't it?"
Chu Yunyao raised her eyes, her sharp eyes met Feng Shaojin's gaze, and she didn't say a word.
Mo Lingyuan snorted coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Feng Shaojin put the baked food on a plate and handed it to Mo Lingwei: "Take it for the children to taste, be careful, don't fall into the water again."
Mo Lingwei took the plate and said, "Don't argue with my brother and sister-in-law."
"No." Feng Shaojin whispered softly, raised his hand to rub her head, and smiled softly.
Only then did Mo Lingwei pick up the plate, and went far away to the side of the laughing stream.
Seeing her back going away, Feng Shaojin raised his eyes to look at Mo Lingyuan, and made a final decision: "Xiangyi is my child, right?"
Chu Yunyao: "..."
Mo Lingyuan: "..."
Mo Lingyuan sneered: "Is it just because of reminiscence that he looks like Ling Wei? I remember when Xiu'er was hugged to you, you said that your nephew looks like an uncle."
Facing Mo Lingyuan's domineering attitude, Feng Shaojin clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said calmly: "It's not just because Xiang Yi looks like Ling Wei.
I heard that Xiang Yi was born at seven months, which was premature. I calculated the time, and it was very close to the time when Ling Wei had surgery.
Also, in the entire Jincheng, the only one who can reach such a superb level of Western medicine is Ling Wei, except Mrs. Mo.
Since Ling Wei's operation was performed by Mrs. Mo herself, when Mrs. Mo remembered each other, could it be that she cut open her stomach and gave birth to the child? "
Chu Yunyao: "..."
Ling Wei of their family is really a simple-minded child, no wonder he was imprisoned to death by Feng Shaojin.
If it wasn't for Ling Wei's bottom line, if Feng Shaojin didn't love her enough, I don't know what would have happened.
It's impossible for this guy to figure out the strangeness of Xiang Yi's birth with just a few words, right?
There was a sneer on the corner of Mo Lingyuan's lips, with a look of indifference, and his words were full of provocation: "You said so much, don't you just want us to admit that Xiang Yi is your child?
Even if Xiang Yi is your child, what can you do?
What can you do if it's not your child? "
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Feng Shaojin ground his back teeth: "If Xiangyi is my child, I should naturally raise him..."
"Are you here to raise?" Mo Lingyuan's face suddenly darkened: "Where were you when Xiang Yi was born? My sister was in pain because of your death. She was so thin that only a handful of bones were left. When she was about to die, Where are you again?
It's fine if you're dead, but now you're alive and well, I won't write off the old debt with you so easily. "