"Besides, you told me not to go to An Mansion. What can I do if I don't ask you to come?" At the end, Feng Beijian complained in a low voice again.
"Stop denying it. Yesterday, you went to the private school and injured Xing'er, and today you lured Yuqing away and took Xi'er away from Xing'er. All of this was planned. Do you think I would believe your nonsense?"
Saw it halfway?
Is it so easy to see?
Someone kidnapped her son over here, and he "saw" it over there. Did he think she was a fool?
"What a huge misunderstanding! I really didn't kidnap Xi'er," Feng Bei said, seeing her innocent face. He quickly turned around and said to Xiao Yunxi, "Xi'er, tell your mother quickly that it wasn't Uncle Feng who kidnapped you."
"Oh!" Xiao Yunxi nodded obediently, but before he could say anything, An Tingyu angrily scolded him: "Don't teach my child to deceive his mother."
Little Yunxi gently tugged at An Tingyu's clothes, raised her little head and said to her, "Mom, it really wasn't Uncle Feng who kidnapped Xier. It was a very strange uncle with a black thing under his ear. He left me on the street and left. Then I wandered around for a long time and couldn't find the way home. Finally, I saw Uncle Feng and asked him to take me home. But Uncle Feng said he wanted to take me out for a delicious meal and asked Mom to come with him, so I followed Uncle Feng here. Mom, is Xier wrong?"
At the end of the story, little Yunxi looked pitiful, thinking that she had done something wrong.
Looking at that uneasy little face, An Tingyu's heart tightened, and she quickly said: "No, Xier is not wrong, it's mother who is wrong. Mother shouldn't blame Uncle Feng without knowing everything, so Xier is not wrong!"
Regardless of whether Feng Beijian was scheming or not, in Xiao Yunxi's heart, Feng Beijian was the person who saved her from having to find her way home on the street, so no matter what, she should not show her anger in front of Xiao Yunxi.
Not to mention that little Yunxi was thrown on the street after being kidnapped. He was so young that he wanted to go home but couldn't. Whenever she thought of little Yunxi wandering alone on the street to find his way home, and his uneasy expression, or his crying expression because of it, her heart ached.
"Mom, I want to go home!" Maybe because she was really wronged, or maybe because she was really relieved, little Yunxi suddenly hugged An Tingyu's legs and started crying.
"Okay, let's go home!" An Tingyu picked up little Yunxi and turned to Feng Beijian and said, "I owe you a favor for now, but I hope what you said is true. Otherwise, I will not let anyone who hurts Xi'er go, even if it's just to see me. I'm going back today. Xi'er can't stand the shock, so I want to take him home. I'll visit you another day."
After saying that, without waiting for Feng Beijian to speak, An Tingyu took Xiao Yunxi out of the cabin.
"Yu'er, this is the lake... the center!" Feng Beijian followed out, but he was stunned for a long time before he said the last two words, because while he was speaking, An Tingyu had already flown away with Xiao Yunxi.
The light figure flew among the lotus flowers, as if a lotus fairy was playing, both dreamy and eye-catching.
"I didn't expect that she has mastered Qinggong." Feng Beijian said this lightly at the end, as if he was praising her, but also as if he was just telling a legend.
Although he didn't see An Tingyu very often, he knew a lot about her, even if he didn't know everything. She had experienced life and death, and her tendons and veins were almost broken, but he didn't expect that she could recover and even have internal strength. Her lightness skills must have been learned after she cultivated the internal strength!
"It seems she has improved again."
Hearing the sudden sound, Feng Beijian glanced back at the darkened stern of the ship. "Aren't you afraid she'll see you coming out at this time?"
"Are you scared? Maybe, who knows! Or maybe we can have a meal together." The man's voice was light, without any ups and downs. He turned his back to Feng Beijian, so Feng Beijian could not see his expression. Only his jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze in a beautiful arc, leaving Feng Beijian with a dashing back view.
Hearing this, Feng Beijian raised his lips slightly and said lightly: "You are a strange person."
If he wasn't surprised, he wouldn't have come to find him, because this person was none other than An Tingyu's nominal uncle Fu Mo.
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