Now she naturally can't let her mother bully Little Feather in such a way.

"Puff...... Seeing her daughter straighten her waist and block in front of her, Shi Xi couldn't help but laugh directly, she reached out and gently touched her daughter's forehead, and said, "When did mom bully Little Feather?"

Is she like that?

"Mom, you pinched Little Feather's face just now, you are bullying her, I don't allow you to bully my friend like this again. Luo Weiwei snorted, and opened her hands to protect Feng Lingyu behind her.

"Okay, okay, I don't bully Little Feather, then I'll bully you, right!" Shi Xi smiled and gently pinched his daughter's fleshy cheek, "bullying" a few times.

Really, it's just a few strokes of her and Little Feather's fleshy faces, when did it become a bully for them?

Glaring at her mother a few times angrily, Luo Weiwei took a deep breath, and then turned around and asked Feng Lingyu, her eyes flashing with curiosity: "Little Feather, what question did you just say you wanted to ask me?"

It's all to blame on her parents, so she almost forgot that Little Feather wanted to ask herself a question just now.

Cough......

I just wanted to ask you what you usually eat, you're too tall to grow!

However, because her brothers and Uncle Luo's attention was on her and Luo Weiwei, she was embarrassed to ask such a shameful question.

She also wants to have a good face.

Feng Lingyu smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask if you want to play this?"

As she spoke, she held up the fairy stick box in her hand.

"Yes!" Luo Weiwei's eyes lit up.

The Feng Lingyun brothers watched the two children play together, shook their heads with a smile, and then said hello to the Los Angeles couple.

……

On the other side, in a villa, a small figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the beautiful fireworks rising in the distance, and the indifferent eyes could not see a trace of warmth, but only endless loneliness and loneliness.

An old man knocked a few times outside, and then entered the room with a few fruits and tea, looking at the loneliness of his little young master who didn't have time to put away, his eyes flashed with distress: "Young master, why don't I go down for a walk with you?"

The thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve was originally a good day for the family to gather together, but the young master was alone, and anyone who saw it couldn't bear it.

And the company just happened to have a bit of a situation that the master needed to deal with, so this Chinese New Year's Eve, only the little young master lived alone.

"No, I don't. Mo Ye retracted his gaze, turned around and sat on the chair, his eyes were half-lowered, and he said to the housekeeper: "Grandpa Chen, you go and rest, I'll be alone." ”

He's used to being alone anyway, isn't he......

“…… Hey, okay. Steward Chen looked at the little young master who had become more silent and colder since he came back from abroad, and finally didn't say anything, sighed softly, and left the room.

After Steward Chen went out, the whole room fell into silence, and a pin drop could be heard.

Mo Ye turned his head to look at a photo on his desk.

The photo is of a family of three.

In the photo, there is Ye Lingsu, who is sitting elegantly on a rattan chair, with one hand on the head of Mo Ye, who is still five years old, with a happy and warm smile on her face.

And behind her and Mo Ye, a tall man bent down slightly and lowered to get closer, with a close attitude.