Mu Xuelun said, looking at Mu Qingyang's face.

"......" Hearing this, Mu Qingyang was stunned, as if he had thought of something.

"If you talk about it, shouldn't you know better than I do?" Speaking of this, Mu Xuelun will never forget those heart-shattering words when she persuaded herself to let go and let Mu Yuelun pursue happiness.

But when it comes to this, she doesn't understand.

"Let me take my time. "My mind was in a mess, Mu Qingyang would never have expected that the person Fengjian liked was actually Mu Xuelun's mother, and the turning point of this story was simply a rhythm that she couldn't keep up with for a while!

"Actually, the wind stream should be more of a tangle for me. Without paying too much attention to Mu Qingyang, Mu Xuelun said to himself, sometimes a thing is buried in the bottom of the heart for a long time, but once the memory of the package opens a gap, it is like a flood pouring out, unstoppable!

“…… When the woman he liked disappeared without a trace, it was her child who appeared in front of him again...... "When he learned that he was the child born to the woman he loved, Mu Xuelun clearly remembered that he saw Fengjian, and there was hatred in his eyes, and the killing intent that followed!"

……

"I think the wind stream is good to you. As if listening to a story, quietly listening to every word that Mu Xuelun said, Mu Qingyang said how he had always felt between him and Fengjian.

"Maybe it's a delusion, he always sees my mother's shadow in me. ”

"Is that the face you just said? He likes your face. Hearing this, Mu Qingyang already understood what Mu Xuelun said before.

"Hmm. Mu Sheron nodded, she finally began to understand.

"He also said that for you to become a woman......" Mu Qingyang vaguely remembered that Fengjian had said something that probably meant this.

"......" curtain Sheron supports his forehead, will this be unbelievable if it is explained?

"But he likes your mother...... Mu Qingyang bit her lip, carefully pondering the relationship.

"Wind stream, can be a man or a woman. After thinking about it for a while, Mu Xuelun said succinctly.

"......" Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, I saw Mu Qingyang looking dumbfounded.

"Isn't it hard to believe?" the corners of Mu Xuelun's mouth hooked slightly, revealing an indescribable wry smile.

"But men or women? Do you mean that Feng Jian can control his gender? Or does he like men to dress up as women? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been a woman in the first place, right?!"

"......" Mu Qingyang's long list of question marks couldn't help but make Mu Xuelun a little difficult to handle.

"Tell me about it. Just heard the wonderful place but there was no follow-up, Mu Qingyang couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"You just need to know, does the rest matter?" he said perfunctorily, but he didn't know how to talk about it.

"What, don't say it halfway, aren't you hanging people's appetites? Mu Qingyang complained dissatisfied.

"If you're really idle, you might as well think about how we're going to get out. "I feel that if I continue to say this, she will definitely have more questions waiting for him, Mu Xuelun thought and couldn't help but divert the topic.

Sure enough, Mu Qingyang, who was just very relaxed, was pulled by him and turned his attention to the side.

"You can't help it, what can I do?" Mu Qingyang said, looking at Mu Xuelun's lap.

"Is the injury on your leg better?"

"It seems that I only have the function of healing wounds, but not of healing muscles and bones. As if joking with himself, Mu Sheron said as he gently stroked his injured leg.

"What about you?" Mu Xuelun suddenly said and turned his gaze to Mu Qingyang's direction.