Qian Yikun has not answered yet, so could he add another sentence: "It's for this matter this afternoon?"

Qian Yikun nodded, and said, "Don't be stupid. Mrs. Ding's daughter was lost two days ago. She was lost as soon as she was born."

Qian Yikun stopped the car in front of the red light and looked at May F. "Mrs. Ding's daughter?"

"Yes, Mrs. Ding went to pray for blessings because of her daughter. The day when Ye Cong found me was the day when Mrs. Ding's daughter was born and disappeared." May he looked at Qian Yikun with a little disgust, "So you don't sprinkle salt on other people's wounds."

Qian Yikun stopped talking because he didn't know what else he could say now.

When the car arrived at Qian's house, Qian's mother blamed Qian Yikun for taking Mo Fei out so late before coming back, and then pulled Mo Fei into the hall, "Do you feel uncomfortable? I have someone cook black chicken soup for you. Don't run around with this guy all the time."

Could it be paused and looked back at Qian Yikun. Qian Yikun had turned around and got on the floor.

Qian's mother asked the servant to serve chicken soup to the restaurant and then took it over, "It's too thin. Girls can't be so thin. Look at this little arm, and the gust of wind blows away."

"Auntie, I--" Mo Fei said, and was already pressed on the stool by Qian's mother.

"I've been waiting for an afternoon, so I'll drink it quickly. Yikun told me about your situation. From now on, this is your home, and his parents are your parents." Qian's mother said, and persuaded her to drink chicken soup.

The bowl of chicken soup is just right, and it feels very comfortable to hold it in your palm, but it is a little burning at this moment.

The fragrance of chicken soup filled the tip of his nose. Could it be that he had regained tears that did not belong to him and looked up at Qian’s mother opposite him.

"Auntie, I've really had a meal." Mo Fei said hurriedly, putting down the soup bowl in his hand the next second. She couldn't bear such goodness, just like Qian Yikun said, and she was not worthy.

"How can Yikun take you out to have dinner with so many people? Be good, you can feel relieved after drinking." The more Qian's mother looked at her, the more she felt sorry for her, especially her small body, which made her feel so thin.

Mayfai took a deep breath and finally drank all the fragrant and delicious chicken soup.

The chicken soup I drank warmed not only her stomach, but also her body.

Qian's mother looked at Mo Fei and drank it. She pulled her hand with satisfaction, but exclaimed in the next second, "Hey, why is this hand so cold? Aunt Chen, come over with a hot water cup, I know that if you follow Yikun out, he will definitely not take care of you. Look at this hand being cold."

Could it be that she wanted to take back her hand, but Qian's mother didn't let her go at all, and she couldn't use all her strength at this moment.

The servant held the cup of hot water, and Qian's mother hurriedly put it in Mo Fei's palm, "This woman cannot be frozen, otherwise she will suffer when she reaches my age. The man is rough, so you must know how to take good care of yourself, do you know?"

Qian's mother talked to Mo Fei as a mother. Her wrinkled hands were not as lubricated as Mo Fei's, but they were relieved.

Maybe I saw that Mo Fei was in a bad mood, so Qian's mother did not continue to say that, but asked Mo Fei to go upstairs to rest quickly.
Chapter completed!