Ling Feng walked quickly to the co-pilot, pulled the car door, hugged Xiao Lianzhi on his lap, and sat in.

From the moment Xiao Zhizhi saw this handsome man, he never looked anywhere else.

It was probably the first time in the five years since she appeared in this world that she had been so focused on looking at something.

The speed of his heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and the gaze staring at the man is getting hotter and hotter, and he can't help it, and asks in a milky voice, "Are you Dad?" ”

Ling Feng looked at the little face in his arms softly, he could clearly find his own shadow, and he could also find Murong Yu's clear qi, and nodded affirmatively, "Of course, do you see that we look alike?" ”

Xiao Zhizhi grinned, nodded vigorously, and suddenly "Let's click~", he suddenly rushed to Ling Feng's face and gave him a glutinous kiss with saliva.

"Dad, little preserved egg loves you."

Ling Feng wiped the saliva on his face with his fingers, and his whole heart was stirred into a ball of spring water by his daughter, warm and soft, and replied, "Dad also loves little preserved eggs, and he also loves Mom." ”

The sound was neither light nor heavy, but it was enough to spread in the carriage and cause a wave of reverberation.

Ling Feng obviously felt a sudden disordered fluctuation in the direction of the car, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a smile spread out from his eyes.

The car soon arrived at a villa, which was not the old house of the Murong family, nor their previous wedding room, but a relatively remote house, which looked a little ancient, but also full of fairy tale mystery.

Ling Feng got out of the car with Xiao Zhizhi, followed behind Murong Yu, and walked to the door.

Before the door could be opened, the door was pushed open from the inside, and a little girl who was not much older than Xiao Zhi rushed out of it.

"Mommy is back!" The little girl shouted.

Ling Feng was stunned, only to hear Murong Yu bring Murong Zhi in, "Little flower, where is my brother?" ”

"My brother is playing Go, and he doesn't care about me anymore." As he spoke, he pointed to the little boy who was sitting in the living room, staring at the chess game on the table.

Ling Feng was stunned again.

Here, how can there be three children...

And they all call Murong Yu "Mom"...

Could it be that I got a triplet?

Murong Yu was not unfamiliar, he put the cake he bought on the table, handed the little girl to the little girl, and said, "Xiaohua, you take your sister upstairs to play for a while, and your mother still has something to go out for a while." ”

The youngest daughter looked at Ling Feng at the door a little restrainedly, but she still nodded obediently, and went upstairs with a little restraint and three steps back.

Murong Yu didn't disturb the boy's chess game, turned around and walked out of the door directly, and got into the car.

Ling Feng immediately followed, but his gaze remained on the door of the villa, pursed his lips lightly, and did not speak.

Seeing Ling Feng's doubts, Murong Yu exhaled lightly and took the initiative to say, "Can't you recognize it?" Ling Xiao, Ling Yuansong. ”

When Ling Feng heard this, he stiffened again.

She whispered the names of her two children, but she recalled countless pasts that were buried in the dust.

"Why are they here with you?"

Murong Yu didn't look at him, just stared at the steering wheel in his hand, his mind was a little out of his mind, and he said in a fluttering tone, "At that time, something happened to your family, and a few children couldn't hold up the field, so I was afraid that someone would have bad intentions to attack the children, so I took them over." ”

"After so many years, did you carry the three of them alone?"