Isn't it because he died, Xia Youxin wanted to avenge him, did she come to the Ye family?

What's going on? He didn't die?

She still remembered that Xia Youxin said that Mo Xiaojun was her son. When she saw Mo Xiaojun's photo, she also felt that he was her son.

Now that he stands in front of her, she has a strange feeling in her heart.

"Child, you ... are you alive?" Fu Fengyi didn't even know how to ask this sentence, and she had a feeling that she wanted to touch Mo Xiaojun's face.

Is it because she used to treat him as her son during that time, would she have such a strange idea?

Mo Xiaojun also looked at Fu Fengyi with a stunned manner. This was the first time he saw his mother in Xia You's heart. Her appearance, charming purpose, how to think it should be his mother.

"Mom, he didn't die. He was Mo Xiaojun. You have heard it before." Ye Qianmo could hear his mother's voice a little strange. He got up and came to his mother and explained to his mother softly.

"Hello aunt!" Mo Xiaojun trembled and stretched out to Fu Fengyi. When he saw her, how much he hoped that Xia Youxin said at the beginning.

But after a moment of flashing god, he had recovered his mind. She was not his mother, even if she was similar, not.

The test results of the DNA were placed there, and he also heard Hai Qingqing said that their family had retrieved their son.

"Hello!" Fu Fengyi listened to Ye Qianmo's words, and glanced at Yan Qingyan sitting on the sofa again. She told herself that your son has returned.

This shouldn't be, what do Xiaohan think?

The two shook hands, and Hai Qingqing supported Fu Fengyi. "Auntie, if I did not meet a small army, I guess I would be with Ye Zihan.

Is it? "

"Stupid girl, what sadness? Auntie saw you and this little Mo very right. This child is a good good child at first glance.

Bless you! "Fu Fengyi patted Hai Qingqing's little hand and said with a loving smile.

The voice of her speech was so nice. Mo Xiaojun felt sour after hearing it. Why is the laughter like his mother in his dream?

Mo Xiaojun, I'm afraid you think your mother has been thinking for too long, and has the illusion?

When he was out of mind, Xia Youxin's gaze also looked at it. At that moment, no one could understand more than Xia Youxin.

She was a little guilty. If she wasn't so strange at the time that he was Ye Qianmo's brother, did he now see Ye Qianmo's mother, wouldn't he be so sad?

At this time, Mo Xiaojun's eyes also looked at the living room. After looking at Xiaoyouxin, he turned away. He didn't want Ye Qianmo to see them eyebrows, fearing that Xia Youxin would go back to be wronged.

"Auntie, you are so good! I often tell my mother, you are better than my mother." Hai Qingqing vomited his tongue naughty, pulling Fu Fengyi and returning to the sofa and sitting.

At this time, Hai Qingqing's father had already made the tea and sent it.

Haijia does not have a nanny. It is Grandpa Hai Grandpa Hai who does not like an outsider's feeling at home, so the housework at home is done by Mrs. Hai himself.

At this moment she wants to talk to the guests, and the tea is given to the seafather.

After a few people sat down, Fu Fengyi looked at Hai Qingqing again carefully. She was really thinner, and her face was not good.

Once this woman is trapped by love, no one can take her. Fu Fengyi remembers her younger thing when she was young. Isn't Hai Qingqing just like her? Although Ye Haoran was a righteous and capable, he was too young, but he was too young.
Chapter completed!