Xiao Mo nodded and let Fu Ling in. Fu Ling felt warm in her heart. This child's temperament was exactly the same as her mother's. She was too soft-hearted. Fortunately, she didn't let a stranger into her home. If it were someone else who was a bad-hearted person, Fu Ling could not imagine the suffering that the young man was about to face.
But Fu Ling didn't know how Xiao Mo was unsuspecting. At this time, she was thinking about how she could knock Fu Ling down without damaging the furniture.
Fu Ling went in and took a look at the furnishings in Xiao Mo's home. Although it was far from comparable to his own home, he still had enough food and clothing. He had recently searched for news about the boy on the Internet, but he found that the boy had been framed by a student named Kong. .
At that time, he was very angry and wanted to teach Kong Shen a lesson, but someone had already taken action before he wanted to take action. Looking at Xiao Mo's thin face, Fu Ling thought with distress, after so many days, he didn't know this. How did the child get here
I guess after experiencing something like that, I wouldn’t even be able to eat. Fu Ling was thinking in his heart, but he didn't notice that Xiao Mo's expression on the opposite side was getting weirder and weirder. What was going on with this Fu Ling? Why did he look at him with such eyes, making him look like a pitiful little person who no one loved. Same.
Xiao Mo said warily: "Uncle, I don't know why you came to me."
Fu Ling looked at Xiao Mo, who was full of defense, like a little hedgehog with exploding fur, and looked very cute.
"You are an orphan, right?" Although Fu Ling already knew the answer, he hoped to confirm it from the young man himself.
When Xiao Mo heard Fu Ling's words, he glared at him. This man appeared from nowhere and asked what he was doing.
It's not that important. Xiao Mo nodded generously and said: "Yes, what's the matter?"
Fu Ling said happily: "You may not believe it when I tell you something, but it's true, Xiao Mo, I. I am your father."
Xiao Mo's eyes widened and she looked at the fascinated man in front of her with great surprise. She had originally laughed at such a bloody plot happening to Ye Zijin, but the situation turned and it happened to her so quickly.
"You said that you are my father, but do you have any evidence? Why should I believe that you are my father?" Xiao Mo said suspiciously. It seemed that a piece was missing in the memory of the original owner. When he woke up, he was in a daze. The scene in the orphanage, but it seems that he really has no impression of his biological parents.
Grandma Zhang said that she was thrown directly at the door of the orphanage. It was still snowing in winter. If the former dean hadn't seen her, she would have frozen to death that winter.
Xiao Mo didn't have much feelings for the cheap father who suddenly appeared from the original owner. He didn't come sooner or later, but he came at this time.
There must be a ghost here.
Fu Ling knew that Xiao Mo would not believe it before she came. Fortunately, she still kept the child's birth certificate, including the fact that Xiao Yurou was accidentally kidnapped while relaxing in City A, and then lost her child and told Xiao Mo. He also took out a half-burnt photo. The photo was very old and yellowed around the edges. The woman's face was only half-burned, but Xiao Mo could still see the resemblance between the woman in the photo and himself at a glance.
There was something warm in his heart. Xiao Mo looked at the bracelet on the woman's wrist in a daze.
(End of chapter)