Feng Shaojin brought over the honey water and rinsed her mouth, "You like children so much?

Both Xiangyi and Siyu can be regarded as our children, and if you think that’s not enough, Xiu’er can also be regarded as your own son. "

Mo Lingwei drank a few sips of honey water, and the bitter taste in her mouth gradually dissipated: "Brother and sister-in-law probably won't have any more children, if I still have a chance to have one, it would be nice to have another one.

I did not participate in the growth of Xiangyi. If there is another child, I know what it will be like to raise Xiangyi from birth. "

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin caressed her face: "Let's go with the flow, children and parents are also a mother-child relationship, if you really want to, you don't have to suffer that by yourself.

If you like it, you can go to the orphanage and take a look at it. It is also possible to adopt a newborn child and come back to raise it. "

Mo Lingwei: "..."

This person...how could he have such an idea?

With such a large family business in the Feng family, isn't it afraid that the child will not be pure-hearted when he grows up?

Even half-brothers and sisters have conflicts of power and power, let alone adopted children?

Thinking of the things that happened in the Mo family, Mo Lingwei has a psychological shadow.

If the brothers and sisters were in harmony, Mo Jinlan and Mo Jinyu might have a different ending if Qin Zhirou hadn't been in the way. It's a pity...

In this world, some biological parents can't level a bowl of water, let alone adoptive parents.

Mo Lingwei didn't want the adopted child to be wronged, nor did she want to treat Xiang Yi poorly just to take care of the child who couldn't find her biological parents.

Mo Lingwei refused: "If I can give birth, I will give birth by myself. If I can't, then forget it. People's hearts are too complicated, and I am afraid of the worst result."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

When Feng Shaojin thought of her experiences from childhood to adulthood, she understood.

He comforted softly: "Okay, you can do whatever you say, Siyu and Xiu'er are also our children, and Xiu'er was brought up by you.

I heard from Xiu'er that Xiangyi loves to cry, and she often cries all night long, and it's because her sister-in-law hugs her back and forth in the bedroom, coaxing her to sleep..."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei stood up silently, "Let's go to the racecourse."

Feng Shaojin took the cloak, took her hand out of the restaurant, and drove to the racecourse.

Mo Lingwei looked out the window and sighed: "Sometimes I think, if all the brothers and sisters in the world are like the three brothers in your family, it would be great."

Don't be obsessed with power, don't intrigue, and always put the other person's life first.

Help each other, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they will not give up on each other.

This is the brotherhood that should exist between brothers.

Feng Shaojin's whole body faded from the previous stalking, and his eyes were gentle: "Siyu and Xiangyi will be like this in the future. Xiu'er is an older brother, and he will protect them both."

The car stopped outside the racecourse, and Siyu's excited screams were heard from a distance.

Mo Lingwei looked over, and saw Siyu riding on a brown pony, holding the rein tightly, leaping over the railing in a thrilling way.

Feng Yichen sat on another tall horse with Xiang Yi in his arms, nervously following Si Yu's side.

Mo Lingwei watched in horror, fearing that something might happen to Siyu.

Feng Shaojin pulled Mo Lingwei forward quickly, took two horses from the stable, gave one to Mo Lingwei gently, turned on the other horse, and hurried towards Siyu.

The whip in Siyu's hand lashed the horse's back vigorously. The pony probably hadn't been whipped yet, so it jumped up in fright and rushed towards the hurdle, but because it was a little far away, the horse's hoof trampled on it. Kneeling forward on the railing, the horse fell forward, and Siyu's small body flew straight out...