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The scenery outside the window kept flying backwards, Feng Mo half leaned on the taxi door, his eyes looked at the scenery outside the window calmly.

For this uncle, Feng Mo's feelings for him are complicated. When he was a child, his father didn't love him very much, and the behaviors he loved for him were more like acting on the occasion, but he didn't see these things when he was young at that time. Men really like him.

As for his uncle, Feng Wing Nian's attitude towards him was lukewarm, and sometimes strange emotions flashed in his eyes when he looked at him. When he was a child, he didn't understand what it was, but now he understands that it is hatred...

Feng Mo didn't understand, what did he do to make his little uncle hate him so much, yes, he hated him, even in the face of his brother-in-law who killed his sister, Feng Wing Nian was still lukewarm Attitude, but only to him, he will have obvious emotional fluctuations.

Feng Mo didn't know if he was right or wrong when he went to find Feng Wing Nian this time, but he knew that he needed Feng Wing Nian's help now

"We've arrived at our destination. It's 30 yuan in total."

The driver's voice brought back Feng Mo's scattered thoughts. He took the invoice handed to him, took out his wallet and paid for the taxi, then took a deep breath and got out of the car.

Is it the familiar ancestral house of the Feng family in front of me? It is a very ordinary neighborhood. After the death of Feng Mo's mother, Feng Yinian moved out of the ancestral house and bought an ordinary villa outside. .

Feng Mo walked in the direction he remembered, he only knew where Feng Yinian lived, he had never been there before, and he was a little nervous when he came here for the first time.

Standing still at the door of a villa, Feng Mo raised his hand and rang the doorbell of the villa without hesitation.

After a while, a cold voice came from the villa.

"Who?"

"Uncle, it's me."

A period of silence followed, and just when Feng Mo thought the other party was going to leave him alone, the door opened.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Yi was leaning against the wall of the entrance, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants on his lower body. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, revealing a large white area on his chest.

At this moment, he squinted slightly at Feng Mo with a pair of slender phoenix eyes. The tear mole at the corner of his eyes, the tall nose bridge, and the slightly pursed red lips, the perfect fusion of enchanting and cold.

Feng Yinian's attitude towards Feng Mo is cold at best, and unwelcoming at worst.

Feng Mo smiled bitterly in his heart, as expected this uncle didn't like him at all.

"I want to ask my uncle for help."

Hearing this, Feng Yinian looked Hui Fengmo up and down, saw that he was wearing a formal suit with a serious expression on his face, he hummed inexplicably, and finally he turned sideways and signaled Feng Mo to come in.

After bringing Feng Mo in, Feng Wing Nian didn't ask any more questions. He sat on the Arhat chair, put on the gold-rimmed glasses placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, and carefully flipped through a book that had turned yellow.

Feng Mo stood in front of him neither moving nor sitting.

Feng Mo knew that this uncle would not give him a good look, but he didn't expect it to be so obvious. You must know that although Feng Yinian was indifferent to him in the past, he would still do it on the surface. Embarrass him.

But even so, Feng Mo didn't show any dissatisfaction, because he knew that he came to beg for help today, so he must have a good attitude on the surface.

Finally, when Feng Mo's legs were numb, Feng Yinian raised his head.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

"I want to ask uncle to help me take back the Situ family." Feng Mo bowed to Feng Yinian regardless of his numb legs.

Feng Yinian looked at the bent boy in front of him, his dark eyes became deeper and deeper, "Stay number one in the grade, pass the test given to you by my people, and I will help you."

Feng Mo, who didn't expect Feng Yi Nian to be so talkative, froze for a second, and then hummed heavily, "I will do it."

"You can go back, looking at you makes my eyes hurt." Feng Yinian lowered his head again, and flipped through the books in his hands again, as if he regarded Feng Mo as air.

Feng Mo: "..."

"Then uncle, I'll go first." The goal was achieved, and the owner of the villa didn't treat him so much, Feng Mo felt that it was better not to make fun of himself, so he thanked Feng Yinian and left the place. villas.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Feng Wing Nian slowly put down the book in his hand. He closed his eyes and leaned lightly on the back of the Arhat chair, revealing his neck as white as a swan. The sunlight shone on Feng Wing Nian through the French windows On her body, there was supposed to be a picture of a beauty closing her eyes and resting her mind, but somehow it made Feng Wing Nian seem like a bubble, and it would be broken with a poke.