Murong Ling looked at his son and frowned deeply: "Xiao Yi, what do you want to do?"
His son was so clear about the things he hid at the bottom of the drawer.
"Dad, in fact, you don't have to hide it like this. I know that you have always missed your mother and your two younger sisters very much. You hide here every night to look at their photos.
You miss them too, and want them to come back to our family reunion, don't you? I have a way to divorce my mother and Uncle Fu and let them all return to you. "The little guy said with a firm face and a well-thought-out plan.
Family reunion!
Murong Ling's mind was filled with the happy picture of the family being together.
He froze for a moment, and his heart was shaken for a moment, if, before he died, he could get Momo's forgiveness, and he could hold her and the children's hand and leave this world.
He has no regrets in this life.
However, this idea was only for a moment, and he immediately denied it.
In this life, he already owed Momo too much, so he couldn't make the same mistakes again and again.
Fu Yuanxi is the one who is truly worthy of her entrusting her life and giving her happiness.
Murong Ling calmed down quickly, and was about to reject his son's proposal when the door of the room was kicked open suddenly.
With a cold wind on his body, Fu Yuanxi rushed straight in front of him, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up: "Murong Ling, I knew all this was designed by you, say, Momo and the two children Where, or I will kill you."
Did he really think that when he came to the Murong family's manor, they would be manipulated by them?
Also think too highly of myself.
Murong Ling's neck was strangled by the collar, his breathing was a little difficult, and his thin cheeks were flushed: "Fu Yuanxi, you, let go!"
Murong Yi rushed up and tore Fu Yuanxi's arm vigorously: "Let go of my father, let go quickly, let go of my father!"
Dad is sick, and he can't stand his torment at all.
However, Fu Yuanxi, who was in a rage, would not let him go easily: "Murong Ling, I thought you were a man, but I didn't expect you to be so despicable, Momo has already been killed by you.
What face do you have to remarry her, she is Fang Zimo, she is no longer the original Momo. You bastard! "
He became angry, and he clenched his fist and slapped Murong Ling hard on the face.
Half of Murong Ling's face quickly became red and swollen, and some blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't hit my father, I won't allow you to hit my father." Murong Yi stepped forward, his small body stood firmly in front of Murong Ling, glaring at Fu Yuanxi angrily.
Dad did something wrong.
But now that he is sick, he will never allow anyone to bully him.
Lu Ziqian and Lu Zibai ran in from the door, saw the situation inside, and hurried forward to stop Fu Yuanxi.
"Yuan Xi, don't get excited, let's sit down and talk if we have something to say." Lu Ziqian persuaded him.
They also hate Murong Ling, but, after all, there are five children, even if Murong Ling is nothing, for the sake of the children, they still have to be patient.
However, when looking at Murong Ling, Lu Ziqian and Lu Zibai couldn't help frowning at the same time.
Not seeing each other for five years, Murong Ling seems to be a different person.
Thin, pale and inhuman.
Fu Yuanxi was not as careful as them. At this moment, he only wanted to find his daughter and wife.
"Murong Ling, don't think that this is the territory of the Murong family. I can't do anything about it. I warn you, you'd better release Momo, their mother and daughter as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Pointing at Murong Ling, he said bitterly.
Do you really think his security guards with three-legged cats can trap them?
It's just a dream.
Murong Yi held his head high, his small body standing in front of his father fearlessly: "Uncle Fu, I have already said that the matter of my mother and sister has nothing to do with my father, and he doesn't know anything. You are going too far !"
Murong Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and pushed his son away: "Xiao Yi, you stand behind, Dad will talk to them."
He calmly tidied up the clothes that Fu Yuanxi had messed up, and assumed the attitude of the master: "Mr. Fu, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, please sit down. Let's sit down and talk about anything."
Then, he turned to look at his son, and his voice softened a bit: "Xiaoyi, go and play with your younger brothers and sisters at the back first. Dad and uncle have something to talk about." (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com