Murong Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and smiled softly bitterly, "If I was raised in the Murong family, do you think I would still be able to survive until now?" My dad will definitely nag me to death. ”

His fingers were tightly grasped, Murong Yu subconsciously dodged, but Ling Feng forced the whole person closer.

His deep breath echoed in the air, revealing his slightly excited emotion, "Xiaoyu, you have suffered. ”

Murong Yu smiled lightly and withdrew his hand from his hand, "I don't think it's too hard, I'm also selfish, I hope that Xiaopidan can have a few children who can grow up with her and not be too lonely." ”

Ling Feng felt that Murong Yu could relieve the coldness, and also felt the strong bitterness in her heart.

She not only wanted to find a partner for Xiao Pidan, but also wanted to find a companion for herself, and even these two children who were not related to her by blood were brought to her side.

She couldn't give him more children, so she took them as a comfort.

Her heart is really conflicted and tormented.

Ling Feng's heart was very painful, and he withdrew his body slightly, no longer in a hurry.

Murong Yu had space, started the car, and went to the nearest café.

It was close to lunchtime, and the coffee shop was very deserted, so the two of them casually found a seat and sat down.

Face to face, with an arm in between, not being able to touch each other.

Ling Feng also accepted the distance and state at this moment, because in this direction, her face could be seen more clearly.

Her facial features are still delicate and exquisite, with an indelible noble temperament.

The two of them were silent for a long time, and the air was so quiet that it seemed to be a specimen that could be made into a specimen and frozen.

"Drink something?"

Ling Feng spoke first, breaking the deadlock.

"A glass of iced lemon." Murong Yu said lightly.

Ling Feng's handsome snap of his fingers was the signature action of his previous orders.

"Two cups of iced lemon, go to the ice and less sugar."

This is Murong Yu's preference, and he has never forgotten it.

"You've always ordered white coffee every time." Murong Yu reminded.

"But I'm willing to drink ice lemon with you now, next time, I invite you to drink white coffee with me, I don't know if you will?"

Murong Yu listened to his meaningful words and didn't give him any response.

Obviously, she doesn't have any plans yet.

Ling Feng's eyes gradually went out, but he would never choose to give up.

I took a sip of cold lemonade, which was terrifyingly sour.

Looking at Murong Yu, whose face did not change, Ling Feng spoke, "Little preserved egg... What's your name? ”

"Murong stops, cares, stops."

The pull of worry, the stop of stopping...

Stop the care, stop the care...

Listening to it, my heart hurt slightly.

Speaking of Xiao Zhizhi's surname, Murong Yu explained again, "Because I am not sure who the child is, she has my surname." ”

"Xiaoyu," Ling Feng suddenly spoke, "It doesn't matter whose surname the child is, but don't say that about yourself, anyone can tell if the child is mine or not, don't say that in the future." ”

"Bang." With a slight sound, Murong Yu put the glass in his hand on the table.

"The child currently belongs to me alone, and there was no division of custody of the child when we divorced, so what I say, it has nothing to do with you."

"What if we get remarried?" Ling Feng asked such a question abruptly.

Murong Yu opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.