Zi'er and Xiaomo should be with Momo in Qincheng, why did they appear here.
Also, aren't their memories from before they were five years old sealed?
Why do you call him daddy?
Could it be that something went wrong with Momo and Fu Yuanxi?
Thinking of all this, Murong Ling felt slightly uneasy.
"It's not mom, it's elder brother who brought us here." Zi'er said seriously.
Xiaomo also nodded: "It is indeed the eldest brother. The eldest brother tricked us and my mother into the plane, saying that after we came here to meet my father, I would see my mother. Dad, where is my mother?"
Why did they come for so long, but they never saw their mother at all.
"Brother?" Murong Ling frowned slightly.
Didn't the three sons go to participate in the field survival training organized by the school?
How could Zi'er and Xiaomo be tricked into taking the plane.
Could it be that they went to Qincheng?
Something was wrong, he looked up at the servants beside him: "Is Xiaoyi back? Go and call them over."
The three sons and Ah Yan must have done something behind his back that he didn't know.
After the servant agreed, he was about to leave the room.
Murong Yi pushed the door and walked in with his two younger brothers.
The servant's face was filled with joy: "Master Yi, the Patriarch happened to be looking for you."
Murong Yi nodded to the servant: "Well, you all go out!"
The servants immediately retreated respectfully, Murong Yi reached out to close the door of the room, and walked towards his father.
Murong Ling looked at his son who was very similar to Momo, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiaoyi, what's going on here, Zi'er and Xiaomo said you tricked them into taking the plane?"
Zi'er ran over: "Brother, didn't you say that after we came to see Dad, Mom was there too? Where is Mom?"
Because she didn't see her mother, Xiaomo's eyes were red: "I want my mother, I miss my mother!"
Murong Yi softly comforted the two younger sisters: "Mom is on the way and will be here soon."
Murong Sheng took a look at his eldest brother and stood up, holding Zi'er's little hand: "Zi'er, Xiao Mo, there are many little rabbits in the garden behind our house, second brother will accompany you to see the little rabbits, okay?"
"Yes, yes, not only little rabbits, but also many cute ducklings, Zi'er, Xiaomo, shall we go and pick up duck eggs?" Murong Ai also said hastily.
The eldest brother has something to say to his father, they must take the two younger sisters away as soon as possible.
When the two little girls heard this, their hearts moved.
Zi'er looked at Murong Yi: "Brother, how long will it take for Mom to come over?"
"Forty minutes, Zi'er, you go to see the little rabbit first, my mother is here and I'll have someone call you, okay?" He coaxed the two younger sisters again.
Zi'er and Xiaomo believed him very much, and nodded: "Okay, you must remember to call us!"
Then, they bid farewell to Murong Ling and went to the garden behind.
Throughout the whole process, Murong Ling smiled lovingly towards his two daughters, but he didn't say anything about what his son did.
After the rest of the people had left and only the two of them were left in the room, he stared at his son and asked, "Xiao Yi, what's going on? You didn't go to the field survival training at all, did you?"
At this time, Murong Yi knew that he couldn't hide anything, so he simply showed his cards: "Yes, Dad, we didn't go to participate in the field survival training, we went to Qincheng."
Murong Yi stood in front of him, looking at him fearlessly with clear eyes: "We miss our mother and sister!"
"Murong Yi, tell me the truth, why did Zier and Xiaomo remember their own life experience?" Murong Ling's eyes were full of anger.
At the beginning, he and Momo had already agreed that they would not let them know about his life experience until they reached the age of eighteen.
Now, he is sick, and he doesn't want them to know.
He was sorry for them and Momo, and he only hoped that his two daughters would be happy forever without any worries.
However, Murong Yi raised his head, and his voice was firm: "I found someone to help them recover their memories."
"What? You¡ª¡ª, Xiao Yi, you¡ª" Murong Yi got up from the chair, and his breathing became rapid.
Son, what are you doing here?
Why are you so ignorant.
Seeing his father's flushed face suffocated due to excitement and shortness of breath, Murong Yi's eyes were red. He stretched out his small hand to pull Murong Ling to sit down, and patted his back to help him breathe.
"Dad, I know everything!"
"What do you know?" Murong Ling heard the strangeness in his son's voice, and turned to look at him. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com