Uncle Feng is the old man who crawled out of the old man's wife when he was fifty years old. His name is Lun.

Since he was sent to Mingzhou by his own father in the name of "restoring illness" when he was young, Feng Lun has been living in Mingzhou City and has never stepped into the capital. Even though his father's birthday was 70 years old, he only sent someone to give him a birthday gift that he could not express, and he didn't even say a word to celebrate his birthday.

I'm afraid no one knows the reason for this, except Feng Lun and the old Duke Feng who is far away in the capital. At the beginning, in the eyes of outsiders, he was exiled by the Duke of Wei's Mansion, and he would never have been able to step into the capital in this life, and he could only be trapped in this small world of Mingzhou.

Who would have thought that Feng Lun was so powerful at such a young age. Even without the help of the Duke of Wei’s Mansion, he made a fortune in Mingzhou, holding the Mingzhou Wharf tightly in his own hands, and becoming a person that no one dared to offend Mingzhou City.

Huan'er cannot distinguish between "uncle" and "uncle". In his heart, "uncle" and "uncle" have the same concept, and they are both elders who can be close to each other.

After realizing this, Huan'er became much more comfortable in front of this newly released uncle. He answered whatever Uncle Feng asked, and shook his head if he didn't know, and got a "stupid" evaluation from time to time.

Huan'er doesn't like others to say bad things about her mother, but it doesn't matter to Uncle Feng's call him stupid. He could feel the intimacy in Uncle Feng's words, and it was not really called him stupid. Every time he scolded, Uncle Feng would explain in detail what he didn't know.

Looking at Huan'er who was joking on Feng Lun's legs, Sang Ye couldn't help but remember the defense he had inadvertently raised when he returned to Lijia Village when he was facing his strange "relatives".

This is probably because blood is thicker than water. Even if you have never seen it before, a blood relationship can always make two strangers familiar and intimate in the shortest time!

Thinking of this, a faint sourness surged in the heart of Mangye, and soon the sourness turned into an unspeakable anxiety.

She was sure that Feng Lun had no bad intentions towards Huan'er, and even cared about it to the extreme. The seemingly casual question was inquiring every word, mostly about Huan'er's life in the Sang family. It was obvious that he did not believe her and suspected that she would treat Huan'er badly.

She could understand this suspicion. If her nephew was raised to the knees of people who were not related, she would also worry about whether they would be abused or treated unfairly. But she felt a little uncomfortable when she was suspected at the moment.

What made her most anxious was that if the other party kept Huan'er and did not let her take Huan'er away, Huan'er would no longer call her "mother" again, and even goodbye would become a luxury.

Even though she was not Huan'er's biological mother, she was the little adult she raised from her cradle and grew up to be a little adult who would now call her "mother" with attachment. She had long regarded him as a parent-child, and she never owed him any material or family affection.

When she thought that Huan'er would leave her, there would be no relationship from now on. Sang Ye's heart was as painful as a knife.

Huan'er, who was having a very happy time with her uncle, didn't know that her mother was feeling sad. He covered his mouth and yawned slightly, and said sleepyly: "Uncle, I'm going home with my mother tomorrow. You can go to my house as a guest!"

Looking at the water about to flow down Huan'er's eyes, Feng Lun wiped him with his sleeve with a disgusted look on his face, and said disdainfully: "What's the best thing about your family? Why don't you stay here to accompany your uncle. Uncle has everything that is delicious and fun, which is much more interesting than your family."

After saying this, Feng Lun looked at Huan'er with full information, feeling that the child could not resist the temptation of food and entertainment.

However, his little plan is destined to fail!

Huan'er shook her head without hesitation and refused firmly: "Mingzhou is very big and very lively, and the house is better than my family, but there is a mother, a young brother, grandparent, uncle, aunt, brother and sister, and uncle Zheng. There is nothing but uncle here, and I still like my home."

Feng Lun was stunned and could not say anything to refute.

Huan'er didn't see the uncle's strangeness, and continued to play with his uncle's fingers: "Uncle lives in a big house. There is a big pond in the house, and there are many beautiful ponds in the pond.

There are many maids to take care of you. You talked about your beautiful house and many obedient maids, but you didn’t say that your parents are not by your side, right?”

As if he realized that his question was too direct and too easy to hurt people, Huan'er carefully glanced at his uncle, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his uncle was not angry or sad.

Feng Lun looked at Huan'er with a complicated expression, unable to say whether it was a relief or something else. He gently tapped Huan'er's little head, and asked in Huan'er's dissatisfied glare: "So, are you unwilling to stay with your uncle?"

Huan'er nodded and shook her head again: "I don't want to stay, but I want to accompany my uncle. If you are willing, I will go home with me and my mother tomorrow. We have many family members, but it's so lively, you will definitely like it."

Although Huan'er always dislikes her brother's childishness at home, dislikes her brother Xiao Jiang for not taking a bath, and dislikes the chickens at home that are stinky and dirty, and she also likes such small-scale days, which is just not talking about them.

Now that he wanted to "pack" his uncle, he naturally spared no effort to praise his home and invited his uncle to visit his home with the greatest sincerity.

In his eyes, his uncle was so pitiful. He lived alone in a big house. No one cared about whether he was hungry or cold, and there was no one to talk, otherwise he would not have to stay for him.

The arrogant Feng Lun knew that in the eyes of his nephew, he had become a lonely "poor person" who no one cared about.

Seeing that the little guy was a little conscience, he felt a little relieved, but shook his head and refused: "Uncle is very busy. He has many things to do every day and cannot visit your house. If you have time in the future, my uncle will send someone."

Speaking of this, Feng Lun suddenly stopped. In Huan'er's puzzled gaze, the topic was changed stiffly: "It's getting late, it's time for you to go back to your room to rest."

Huan'er's little mouth was squinted, but he was indeed very sleepy and did not ask what his uncle had not finished. He obediently climbed down from his uncle's thighs, ran to his mother and wanted to take his mother's hand and go back to the room to sleep.
Chapter completed!