He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mo Beizhou's fever subsided and he was sober, but he didn't want to leave: "Ning'er, can I rest in your room for a day? I still feel uncomfortable. I know you are out here to play with your uncle and aunt. You guys go play, and I will stay in the room to rest. I won't disturb you."

He said and winked at her, "May I?"

An Ning pursed her lips: "Are you short of room money? Do you need me to give it to you?"

Mo Beizhou looked at her with those wet, eager eyes again: "I don't lack room fees, I just want to stay in your room for a day to rest. This room has your scent, I feel at ease. If I open another room, I will feel uneasy and not be able to rest well, which will definitely be worse. You have already taken me in for one night, so let me stay for another day. I will be in the living room, and I promise not to sleep in your bed. When you come back in the evening, I will leave immediately."

An Ning couldn't bring herself to chase him away: "It's up to you."

Mo Beizhou immediately wagged his tail: "Thank you, sister."

An Ning ignored him, went into the inner room, got her down jacket and set off.

Mo Beizhou's fever subsided.

An Ning felt relieved and spent a day outside with her parents, taking lots of photos.

The capital city on the other side.

Mohist Manor.

Although Mo Beizhou was not at home for the festival, Qiao Wangshu still decorated the manor according to the original plan, adding a festive atmosphere.

After breakfast.

She and Mo Beichen walked the dog and then prepared to go to the welfare home.

There is a three-day holiday on New Year's Day.

The staff of the studio are all on holiday, and her apprentices have returned to their respective welfare homes to visit their former teachers and friends.

Qiao Wangshu ordered holiday gifts in advance and prepared to send them to the children in the welfare home.

Clothes, shoes, stationery and the like.

Not very expensive.

But for the children in welfare homes, they are very affordable and practical.

Three welfare homes.

And it takes some effort.

The two of them were dressed neatly and had just walked to the entrance and were changing their shoes when a guest arrived.

The security guard outside the gate called in.

When Uncle Zhang heard the other party's name, he did not dare to neglect it and hurriedly caught up with Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu: "Third Master, Third Madam, we have a distinguished guest."

Qiao Wangshu was stunned: "Distinguished guest? Who is it during such a big festival?"

Uncle Zhang was also confused: "The other party said it was the Jiangnan Feng family."

"Feng family?" Qiao Wangshu subconsciously glanced at Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen's expression really fell.

What does that kid Feng Junmu want to do again?

Qiao Wangshu asked, "Is it the young master of the Feng family? Did he say anything?"

Uncle Zhang replied, "It's not the young master of the Feng family, it's the young master's father. He didn't say what it was."

Qiao Wangshu blinked in confusion: "His father? Feng Zhenlin? What is he doing here?"

Mo Beixiao had just talked about the gossip of the Feng family with Qiao Wangshu a few days ago. Qiao Wangshu knew the name of Feng Junmu's father. But the Feng family and the Mo family had never crossed paths. She had discussed business with Feng Junmu before, but the cooperation failed in the end. She had never even met Feng Junmu's father, Feng Zhenlin. Mo Beixiao said that Feng Zhenlin had slept with him for more than 20 years, so he had no relationship with the Mo family.

The Feng family is a first-class noble family in Jiangnan, with enormous status and reputation.

If they go to Jiangnan, the people of the Mohist School will have to give the Feng Family some face.

Pick a festival to visit...

It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies.

There are no major conflicts, so it’s not easy to offend anyone.

Qiao Wangshu changed into his slippers again: "Please come in."

Uncle Zhang saw that Mo Beichen looked unhappy and asked something with his eyes.

Mo Beichen nodded.

Uncle Zhang hurried out to greet him.

Not long after.

Feng Zhenlin arrived.

He looked to be in his fifties, with a very handsome and kind appearance, exuding a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness from the inside out. He looked very gentle and upright, with a tall and thin figure. Perhaps because he had been ill in bed for a long time, his lips were slightly pale.

Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu are both considered juniors.

After all, age is there.

Qiao Wangshu was always polite and courteous when dealing with people: "Mr. Feng, please take a seat."

From the moment he appeared, Feng Zhenlin's eyes were fixed on Qiao Wangshu, his eyes were burning and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Qiao Wangshu felt very uncomfortable being stared at by him.

Mo Beichen didn't know why Feng Zhenlin came, and there was no expression on his face. He was Feng Junmu's biological father. Mo Beichen was not very happy to see him.

Feng Zhenlin sat down on the sofa.

The servant quickly served hot tea.

Feng Zhenlin nodded and thanked him, then looked at Qiao Wangshu and said something that made Qiao Wangshu confused: "How have you been these years?"

Qiao Wangshu’s forehead was full of question marks?

What is this uncle's way?

Why is it so inexplicable?

There is no friendship at all.

Asking this kind of question right at the start?

strange!

Qiao Wangshu smiled awkwardly: "Very...very good. You suddenly came to visit, is there anything?"

Feng Zhenlin's eyes were red, as if he couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't beat around the bush: "Wangshu, this is the name Rou'er gave you, it's really nice. You are the daughter of Rou'er and me, my daughter."

Qiao Wangshu's pupils trembled violently!

Female……

daughter?

Mo Beichen was also shocked!

This is……

father in law?

So, Feng Junmu is really my brother-in-law?

Feng Zhenlin was talking with tears streaming down his face. He wiped his tears with his hand and continued, "Back then, Rou'er and I were in love and promised to spend our lives together. Originally, my mother did not object to our marriage. But something unexpected happened. Except for Rou'er, all the people in the Qiao family died in a plane crash... Your grandpa, grandma, and uncle are all gone. The Qiao family was severely damaged, and my mother forced Rou'er and I to break up..."

"That's enough! You don't have to say any more!" Qiao Wangshu's eyes were bloodshot, and he stood up from the sofa excitedly, his face extremely ugly: "Since your mother didn't agree to my mother's marriage, why did you come to our house? My mother never told me that you are my father. From the moment I learned that I was not Song Zhizhong's daughter, I didn't feel that I had a father. Now, please leave."

What happened in my family back then.

Qiao Wangshu heard this from his mother.

That year, everyone in the Qiao family traveled abroad together.

The travel route has been booked.

The strategy is also ready.

The mother missed the flight due to an emergency, and all the other family members died.

No one survived that flight.

Her mother came to Beijing from Jiangnan, a place that made her sad and desperate. She moved all the graves of her maternal family to Beijing. Qiao Wangshu and her mother would go to pay respects to their relatives every year. After she and Mo Beichen got married, she took Mo Beichen to pay respects.

So that’s it!

Because the Qiao family suffered a sudden change, leaving only the mother as an orphan, the mother was abandoned! In order to give her a complete family, she married Song Zhizhong while pregnant with her!

This man has let his mother down.

How can I have the face to recognize my relatives?

Qiao Wangshu asked him to leave on his own and did not have anyone chase him away. This was already the utmost restraint!

Feng Zhenlin's voice became more and more choked, and he said anxiously: "Wangshu, what happened back then is not what you think..."