Feng Shaojin's heart ached, he wished to beat Feng Yichen half to death, he was warned not to care about these things, this thing that failed to accomplish anything, yet he actually told this to a child who was less than three years old .

Feng Shaojin repeatedly denied: "Uncle Yichen is wrong, Xiangyi was born by your father and mother, Xiangyi don't listen to outsiders' nonsense."

"Uncle Yichen didn't say it, I heard it from my aunt." Xiang Yi burst into tears with a "wow": "Mother didn't deny it either."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's mind was in a mess, not knowing what happened during the time he was looking at the photo album.

In the guest room is the unconscious wife, and outside the guest room is the crying heartbroken daughter.

Feng Shaojin wished he could split himself in half, he leaned over and hugged Xiang Yi: "Xiang Yi don't cry, wait until aunt wakes up, okay?

No matter who gave birth to Xiangyi, your father and mother love Xiangyi very much, just like you love your brother Xiu'er and sister Siyu..."

Xiu'er and Siyu stood at the door, looking at each other.

Siyu asked Xiu'er in a low voice: "Brother, who gave birth to Xiangyi? Is Xiangyi the sister my mother gave birth to for me?"

The little girl was also very sad: "I only have such a younger sister. If Xiangyi was born by my aunt and uncle, my younger sister would not live and play with us all the time in the future, and she would not go back to Jincheng with us."

After finally coming here, I don’t even have a sister when I go back, so I might as well not come to this place.

Xiu'er hugged Siyu and patted her on the back lightly: "Don't be sad, Siyu, wait until Auntie wakes up, maybe Auntie will go back to Jincheng with us."

Xiang Yi's eyes were red, and she looked helplessly at the mother who was giving Mo Lingwei the injection in the guest room, the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became.

Chu Yunyao took the needle away, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and tucked up the corners of the quilt for Mo Lingwei: "Go out, let her sleep peacefully for a while, and when she wakes up, she will remember the past."

Feng Shaojin was a little worried: "It's better to let her forget, in case she wakes up and can't bear it..."

Chu Yunyao looked at Feng Shaojin in surprise, she thought Feng Shaojin wished that Mo Lingwei could remember the past, but she didn't expect this guy to say such a thing.

In this way, Feng Yichen made up his own mind, and was not instigated by Feng Shaojin.

Chu Yunyao reached out, hugged Xiang Yi from his arms, and handed Xiang Yi to Mo Lingyuan: "You are still alive, she should be able to bear it.

Anyway, sooner or later she will have to accept the reality.

The fourth wife said that when she first came here and lived in a nursing home with her, she had nightmares every night, crying and wet the pillow towel, calling you and Xiangyi's names, and waking up without knowing what she dreamed about.

Some things that are deeply remembered, even if they are forgotten when they are awake, they have long been engraved in their hearts and cannot be erased. "

"However." Chu Yunyao changed the subject: "Before Xiang Yi doesn't fully accept you, I must bring Xiang Yi with me."

Xiang Yi tightly hugged Mo Lingyuan's neck: "I want to be with my father and mother, and I also want to be with my brothers and sisters."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin nodded hoarsely: "Okay, as long as Xiangyi is happy, no matter what."

Chu Yunyao raised her eyebrows in surprise: This guy died once, and now he seems to have learned to love others. In the past, if he knew that Xiang Yi was his own child, he would definitely grab him and never let him go.

Mo Lingyuan hugged Xiangyi and softly comforted him: "Xiangyi is good, of course Xiangyi wants to be with father and mother, father and mother will take you to play."

Chu Yunyao got up and walked out.

Feng Shaojin closed the door: "I want to be quiet and stay here with Ling Wei."