Father Feng nodded.

Motioned for the Wind Mother to sit down.

His face was tired and tangled.

After sighing heavily, he glanced at Lin Zui and Mrs. Lin again.

"Ah Yan also sit down, it just so happens that you are all here, I will introduce ......"

"What the hell is going on?" The Wind Mother looked at him with displeasure.

I always felt that he was mysterious.

And it's weird.

Inexplicably, I brought an outsider back.

She glanced at Yan Ling again, although she looked like her, but this temperament was too cold.

She doesn't like that, she only likes her family.

Feng Wu looked at Yan Ling's face, and the fingers hanging by his side tightened, as if something was gradually draining.

"Her name is Yan Ling, and she is our daughter......"

"What did you say?"

"How is that possible?"

……

As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder exploding on the flat ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Lin Zui and Mother Lin glanced at each other, but they were silent.

The Wind Mother and the Wind Turnip have obviously been hit hard.

Feng Mu was lying on the sand, her chest rising and falling violently, and Feng Wu was sitting on the side, tears falling down, crying so sadly.

Father Feng patted the back of Mother Feng's hand to express comfort.

Then he slowly explained the matter.

It's just that......

Father Feng's explanation is very simple, and it is not quite in line with the facts.

He said: She and Fengwu were born by the wrong person, she was raised by Fengwu's mother for eighteen years, and now that Yao Yan has disappeared, he just happened to find her and brought her back.

As for how she appeared, Yan Ling didn't have the heart to listen.

Eccentricity to such an extent, what else is there to say?

Make black white!

With Father Feng's ability, can't it be found that Yao Yan deliberately dropped the child?

But he's hiding!

It's been hidden! It's still the same as before, nothing is said or mentioned.

As for the marriage mentioned by Mother Lin, Feng's father said that he would talk about it later.

And Feng Wu, crying with red and swollen eyes, hugged Feng Mu tightly and did not let go, and performed a scene like life and death to everyone.

The Wind Mother couldn't cry either.

Tears fell from the two of them.

But it is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

It's a pity that from beginning to end, Feng Mu didn't take a second look at Yan Ling.

The tears of the mother of the wind, all the crying is the wind.

She sat quietly on the sidelines, watching all this coldly, like an outsider.

Father Feng had a sad face, how could he give up the Wu'er he had raised for eighteen years?

This is the Wu'er he pampered in the palm of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to look at Yan Ling again, and said softly, "Ah Yan, Wu'er has a relationship with us, and now we can't find Yao Yan's person, so Wu'er is still the eldest lady of the Feng family, and in the future, you will be the second miss of the Feng family, don't worry, your mother and I will compensate you well." ”

Yan Ling sneered lightly, and his clear face was full of mockery.

"I don't want to be the second lady of the Feng family."

Father Feng's face changed, and the teacup in his hand slammed on the coffee table, making a piercing sound, "What did you say!" ”

Feng Mu stopped crying instantly, her eyes were in disbelief, "I still wronged you when you were the second lady?" Do you still want to get rid of my Wu'er? She's lived here for eighteen years, so why did you kick her out? ”

Feng Wu wiped his tears with the back of his hand, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Her tone was choked, "Mom, don't talk about her like that, she should let me leave...... I—I just can't bear you...... Woowoo...... Why is this happening? Why should we separate ......"