"I heard that the Ye family originally had a daughter." Han Jifeng continued to ask.

"Bang!" The knife and fork in Ye Zhenzhen's hand suddenly didn't hold it steady, and it fell on the dining table in front of her, making a loud noise.

"What's wrong?" Han Jifeng's eyes sank.

"It's okay, when you say that, I suddenly remembered this sad thing." Ye Zhenzhen wiped her tearful eyes and said infinitely sadly, "I did have a sister." It's just that when I was five years old, I got lost and never came back, and my parents used all kinds of relationships to find it, but they never found it, and now they are looking for it, but there is still no news, maybe, she is no longer alive. ”

Ye Zhenzhen said, lowered her head, and wiped her tears again.

"Oh." Han Jifeng nodded understandingly, "How did she lose it in the first place?" ”

"The day she lost happened to be my father's birthday, I went with her to buy a cake, to surprise my father, halfway through I found that I didn't bring money, so I asked her to wait for me on the side of the road, I went back to get the money, as a result, when I took the money back, she was gone, I found everywhere and shouted that I didn't see her, I was scared and cried, so I ran home and told my parents, my parents were anxious to look around, but they couldn't find it, and since then, there has been no news of her."

Ye Zhenzhen carefully made up the story that had been thought of eighteen years ago, which was almost seamless and could be memorized backwards.

She said while secretly looking at Han Jifeng's face, what's wrong? How could Brother Ji Feng suddenly care about the Ye family's family affairs, he has always been very distant from the Ye family, and he has never asked.

*

After coming out of the fabric factory, Ling Tongyu separated from Han Wenbo and went straight to the hospital under the pretext of going to Mu Yanqing's house.

"Xiaoyu, you're here, it's about to start." Seeing his daughter panting and rushing over, Ling Yunming hurriedly stood up.

"Dad, where's Xiaoxi?" She asked, not sweating profusely.

"Inside." Ling Yunming pointed to the ward behind him.

Ling Tongyu pushed open the door of the ward and walked in-

I saw that Xiaoxi was wearing a small hospital gown, with her hair draped, sitting on the windowsill, looking out with her back to her.

Her back looked extraordinarily thin and weak, as if she would disappear in the blink of an eye, Ling Tongyu's heart was sour, and tears almost flowed out.

She held back her tears and followed her daughter's line of sight.

It turned out that she was looking at the little girl downstairs who was being held in her father's arms, and the little girl's father was feeding her.

She found that Xiaoxi had a yearning smile on her face, and her big eyes were full of envy.

She had never seen such a look in her daughter's eyes before.

Ling Tongyu's heart was sour, and tears finally couldn't stop flowing-

All along, Xiaoxi is just a five-year-old child, she is very fragile and sensitive, and her usual sensibility is also a last resort, who doesn't want to indulge in coquettishness in her father's arms?

In the depths of her heart, how much she longs for her father's love, how she longs to be held by her father like other children.

However, the Han family will not accept her at all, and at such a time, she can't be hurt anymore.

What should we do? My Xiaoxi......

As if sensing the movement behind her, Xiaoxi turned around and saw Ling Tongyu, her face immediately showed an angelic beautiful and pure smile.

"Mommy......" she shouted, her voice sounding a little weak.