Mrs. Feng is A and Sa

There was silence in the carriage for a long time.

Feng Yanting hugged the flustered girl in his arms, his handsome face was still cold, but there was a trace of worry in those black eyes.

His emotions have always been hidden deep.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Answered seriously.

When he lowered his eyes, the man suddenly saw the piece of paper in her arms.

On the slightly spread corners, words like "identification" were written.

Feng Yanting's pupils narrowed slightly, but he didn't speak.

Instead, when the car stopped, he directly carried the man into the castle.

She was sitting by the bed, only the man's handsome face was outside her blurry eyes, and then she slowly parted her red lips, her voice was extremely low.

"That kid..."

The words clearly came to his lips, but when he met that elegant and elegant face, he suddenly stopped again.

She couldn't speak.

This is Feng Yanting.

The most powerful person in the Feng family, the man standing at the top of Yancheng, the richest person in the world...

He can have all kinds of beauties and women of different colors in this world, so why should he be like this.

A small family with an unknown past, wounds from the war, and an unbearable past.

"If you feel tired, go to sleep." Feng Yanting seemed to know what she was thinking, and thoughtfully opened his mouth first.

Lu Diandian clenched his lips and nodded subconsciously.

She quietly leaned against the man's arms, closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.

Perhaps this pair of arms is reassuring, breathing quickly and evenly.

The curtains in the room were closed, and there was only faint light. Everything in the room seemed dim, and even the tear stains on the woman's face seemed to be blurred.

Feng Yanting just leaned against the side of the bed, looking down at the woman's clean side face, as if he was thinking about something.

Until I saw the piece of paper she was holding in her hand.

The paper finally fell.

Above is a line of words that couldn't be more obvious.

"The coincidence rate is 90.00% nine, it is a mother-child relationship."

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After an unknown amount of time, there was finally movement outside.

The footsteps of "dong dong dong" and the knock on the door sounded almost simultaneously.

Feng Yanting said "Enter".

A small head poked out from outside the door.

Xiaotuanzi just came back from the outside, and his hair was still a little messy.

But it was obvious that he had already changed his clothes when he came here. Apart from the flush on his cheeks after running, he looked clean and fresh.

"Auntie?"

He looked around.

Feng Yanting pointed in the direction of the bed, "Fell asleep."

Xiaotuanzi tiptoed to look over there, and sure enough, he saw a bulge on the bed.

Immediately, he blinked his eyes and walked over lightly.

"It just so happens that the baby is sleepy too..."

He muttered, seeing that the man standing by the window didn't respond, he carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, kicked off the slippers, and climbed up gently.

The bed is huge.

Feng Yanting half-closed his eyes, and saw that little tuo next to him was trying to wriggle, approaching the middle without thinking.

Xu Shi was afraid of waking Lu Diandian up again, so the baby's movements were very small.

After dawdling for a long while, he barely touched her hand.

"That's fine."

Xiaotuanzi was satisfied.

One hand carefully pinched the corner of Lu Diandian's sleeve, while the other hand patted his chest.

"Baby sleep well, today I have my aunt to accompany you, please fall asleep quickly..."

He is coaxing himself.

Feng Yanting looked at this scene with a frown, only his deep back was reflected under the lonely sky, but his face was against the light and his expression could not be seen clearly.

After a while, he took out a cigarette from the drawer.

I ignited it with one hand, the flame flickered in the dark room, and then a mist gradually rose, only a little distance away from the bed, probably no smell.

The little thing on the bed stopped patting itself to sleep.

The little head is tilted to one side, and one leg is on the side, resting on the other leg that is stretched forward. The posture looks a little strange.

But Feng Yanting suddenly thought of something.

In my memory... the girl's sleeping position also seems a little weird.

He walked over and gently lifted the quilt...