Seven Zero Jiaojiao was spoiled by the big villain rough man and cried

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, yes, a silver medal.

I almost forgot, this is an important proof.

When Feng Xichen woke up, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

For some reason, he just felt that Xiaoyi's mother-in-law was his eldest sister.

"Xiao Yi, can I meet your husband?"

Wen Jing was a little embarrassed, "Can I discuss it with my husband first?"

"Perhaps, do you have tokens?"

Wen Jing just asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wanyin directly took out a rope from around her neck.

"Eldest sister has the same thing."

With just one glance, Wen Jing recognized the silver medal at the bottom.

I also understood the meaning of the small words behind the silver medal.

Feng, it turned out to be my mother-in-law's surname.

Hey, this fate is really perfect.

Pulling off the human skin mask on his face, he said sincerely, "My original name is not Yiwen, but Wen Jing, come with me."

Feng Xichen was not surprised by Wen Jing's alias, but this appearance shocked him beyond measure.

"Are you Wen Yiting's daughter?"

No wonder he searched all over, but couldn't find her, it turned out that she was disguised.

What a clever little ghost.

Wen Jing: "..."

Or an acquaintance?Does the world need to be this small?

Even if she doesn't want to admit it, her body is indeed Wen Yiting's daughter.

Wen Jing shrugged and teased, "I don't want to admit it, okay?"

The two siblings looked at each other and sighed.

Feng Wanyin's tone was muffled and weak:

"Your uncle Liu Zhiling is second elder brother's good brother and my date. Now he... hey..."

Wen Jing's eyes widened, her mouth was opened round, her lower lip was raised and closed, and she didn't say a word in the end.

So, her mother-in-law's younger sister is her future aunt?

What the hell, she fully understands the meaning of the word fate.

Not enough, just Feng Wanyin asked, "Are you Yiwen?"

Ok?

Wen Jing nodded blankly, "This is my alias, what's wrong?"

Feng Wanyin asked instead, "So, you are here to find my second brother for business? To sell underwear?"

Oh, I really know her.

Wen Jing nodded again.

Feng Wanyin just sighed, since the world is so small, why didn't they meet earlier?

"My name is Feng Wanyin, and I belong to the same art troupe as Hua Yu."

"I introduced the underwear that the Beijing Art Troupe wanted."

Wen Jing: "..."

The brothers and sisters of the Feng family are really her God of Wealth.

Wen Jing made a gesture of invitation, tilted her small face to the side, and said playfully:

"Two Gods of Wealth, please come with me."

The two were amused by her appearance, and their nervous expressions eased a little.

In the small courtyard of the Li family, Mo Xun just finished drinking water for Li Han and wanted him to go to bed.

Li Han refused, and waited at the door of the main room until the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside.

"Quiet." Li Han pushed the chair and went out by himself.

Wen Jing hurriedly approached, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep? You're still working hard, you're not good."

Mo Xun, who put the cup away and came out, spread his hands and said with a smile, "He has become a wife-seeker, I can't persuade him."

Li Han raised his head and gave him a sideways glance, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the two people who came in behind Wen Jing.

Recognizing that it was the man from the black market, Li Han became vigilant.

"Quiet, who are they?"

"Cousin, cousin?"

Two voices thought at the same time.

Feng Wanyin ignored Mo Xun, ran to Li Han and squatted down, looking carefully into his eyes.

After a while, I saw her grinning straight, even her eyes were smiling, and tears gradually slipped from both eyes.

She was eager to share this surprise with others, and shouted excitedly, "Second brother, it looks like, it's really like that."

Feng Xichen let go of her tightly clenched fists, approached expectantly, squatted down and looked at Li Han.

After seeing his face clearly, he sighed silently.

Not only the eyes are similar, even the outline has its own shadow.

It is said that a nephew is like an uncle, isn't it?

When we met last time, if he was not easy to tolerate, I should have thought of it immediately.

Feng Xichen felt a sense of sourness welling up in her heart, and her voice choked up:

"Xiao Han, nothing unexpected, I should be your uncle, and she is your aunt."

"Can we see your silver medal?"

Li Han's pupils shrank, his shocked eyes turned around the two of them, and his eyes fell on Wen Jing.

Mo Xun was also shocked, and looked at Wen Jing with a questioning look.

He didn't notice it before, but now the two are together, and when compared, they really look alike.

So, his good brother for many years is actually his cousin?

Mo Xun felt that the world was mysterious.

"Brother Han, Comrade Feng, have the same silver medals as my mother-in-law, so I brought them here."

Feng Wanyin hastily tore off the rope around her neck and handed it to Li Han.

"This is mine. My elder sister also has one. It's exactly the same. It was made by my mother for our sisters."

Wen Jing stepped forward, took out the silver medal around his neck, and put it together with Feng Wanyin's.

They are exactly the same, obviously, they are brothers and sisters.

Feng Wanyin broke down, tears kept rolling down, and cried, "Xiaohan, I'm your aunt."

A certain pillar, the image representative of the art troupe, lay on Wen Jing's body and cried loudly.

Keep shouting that sentence, "I am your aunt."

After crying for a while, she turned to embrace Feng Xichen, "Second Brother, why is Eldest Sister so cruel? Not only did she leave us, but also Xiaohan."

"Woo, how can she? I miss my eldest sister, I miss her so much."

"My parents have been looking forward to it for so many years. If they know, what should they do?"

Feng Wanyin complained incoherently, crying uncontrollably.