"My daughter is really taken care of by you."

Lu Qian's expression was very soft when he looked at Feng Qiao, but the latter's body trembled faintly, his eyes turned a little red, and he looked like he wanted to cry, seeing that Liu Wan and Lu Qian were distressed, but they didn't know what to do.

"You're welcome." Feng Li's expression was faint, keenly aware of the lonely and sad mood of the little girl next to her, and then half-squatted down, her slender white knuckles stroked the tears in the corners of her eyes, and her voice was as clear as always:

"Qiaoqiao, the obedient little princess will not shed tears easily..."Her voice seemed to have a hidden magic, and the pretty girl who was sobbing looked up at her when she saw this, her own appearance was deeply reflected in Shui Ling's eyes, and Feng Li reached out and rubbed her hair.

"Your father is not easy either, I know you won't be able to accept it for a while, but... He doesn't love you less than I do, understand? Feng Li gently brushed aside the bangs on her forehead, leaned in a little closer, covered her lips, and dropped a mouthful of dragonflies.

Feng Qiao looked at her blankly, "But..."

"But I love my brother the most..."

She glanced at Lu Qian next to her, and there was less resistance in her eyes, but she was still not used to it, after all, in her worldview that had not yet fully grown up, she had always thought that Fenglin was her father, but she didn't expect it to be the case...

"Could it be that you want to marry me in the future?" The wind said goodbye to the back of her hand, pious and gentle.

This soft tone made Feng Qiao's unstable mood settle down a lot, she opened her arms and hugged the young man in front of her at once, Feng Li was stunned, and couldn't help but feel a little sour at the tip of her nose, but she endured it in time.

Sooner or later, Feng Qiao will return to his father.

A family of three, this is her best home.

Can... Why do you care so much about it?

Feng Li gently patted her on the back, her eyes down in contemplation.

Feng Qiao still left, Long Xing didn't even write his homework after hearing the news, and ran to the door with a red face in a panic, and saw Feng Qiao standing with his parents, and ran over after his eyes touched him.

"Little Xing'er!" Feng Qiao hugged him.

Long Xing's eyes were red and he sobbed.

Feng Qiao pretended to smile lightly, she was clearly one year younger than Long Xing, but she felt like a sister.

"Don't be sad, we'll see each other again when we go to school in the future... Don't cry, you're a man! ”

Feng Qiao patted him on the back helplessly.

Feng Li was beside him, looking at this scene wordlessly.

Long Xing hugged her tightly, and the fiery tears showed the incomparably hot heart in this thin body.

"I don't want you to go... I can't bear you..."

Feng Qiao was stunned, she couldn't help crying again not long after being coaxed by Feng Li, the two little guys hugged each other, and they both expressed their reluctance to each other before parting.

In the end, it was Feng Qiao who made a promise that he would come back to see him every week in the future, which made Long Xing, the little milk dog, settle down a lot, nodded obediently, hugged her but was unwilling to let go, "You talk counts..."

Feng Qiao was made to laugh and cry by his appearance.

"Of course, when did I lie to you?"

Long Xing let go of her and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Jojo, I swear..."

"This is the last time I cry..."

His voice was still a little trembling, but his tone was firm.

Feng Qiao didn't easily believe his words as a crybaby, just smiled and pinched his face, and then ran in front of Feng Li, "Brother, you squat down..."