Murong Ling looked at his son and frowned deeply: "Xiao Yi, what do you want to do?"
His son actually knew the things he had hidden at the bottom of the drawer.
"Dad, actually you don't have to hide it like this. I already know that you have always missed your mother and your two sisters. You would hide here every night and look at their photos.
You miss them too and want them to come back and reunite us as a family, right? I have a way to divorce mom and Uncle Fu and let them all come back to you." The little guy said with a firm face and a confident mind.
Family reunion!
Murong Ling's mind was filled with images of the happy family together.
He was stunned, and his heart wavered for a moment. If, before dying, he could get Momo's forgiveness, he could hold her and the children's hands and leave this world.
He will have no regrets in this life.
However, this idea only lasted for a moment and was immediately rejected by him.
In this life, he has owed Momo too much and cannot make the same mistake again and again.
Fu Yuanxi is the one truly worthy of entrusting her with her life and giving her happiness.
Murong Ling quickly calmed down and was about to reject his son's proposal when the door to the room was suddenly kicked open forcefully.
Fu Yuanxi rushed to him with a cold wind on her body, grabbed him by the collar, and picked him up: "Murong Ling, I knew all this was planned by you. Say, Momo and the two children
Where are you, 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?
I think too highly of myself.
Murong Ling's neck was pinched by the collar, and his breathing was not smooth. His thin cheeks were red from holding back: "Fu Yuanxi, you, let go!"
Murong Yi rushed forward and tore Fu Yuanxi's arm hard: "Let go of my father, please let go quickly, let go of my father!"
Dad is sick and can't bear the trouble.
However, Fu Yuanxi, who was so angry, could not let him go so easily: "Murong Ling, I thought you were still a man, but I didn't expect you to be so despicable. Momo was already killed by you.
How dare you remarry her? She is Fang Zimo and is no longer the original Momo. You bastard!"
He was so angry that he clenched his fist and hit Murong Ling hard on the face.
Half of Murong Ling's face soon became red and swollen, and some bloodshot eyes oozed from the corners of his mouth.
"Don't hit my dad, I won't let you hit my dad." Murong Yi stepped forward, his small body firmly stood in front of Murong Ling, and glared at Fu Yuanxi.
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 outside the door. Seeing the situation inside, they quickly stepped forward to stop Fu Yuanxi.
"Yuan Xi, don't get excited. If we have anything to say, let's sit down and talk about it." Lu Ziqian persuaded him.
They also hated Murong Ling, but after all, they still had five children. Even if Murong Ling was no longer a thing, they still had to endure it for the sake of their children.
However, when looking at Murong Ling, Lu Ziqian and Lu Zibai couldn't help but frown at the same time.
After five years of not seeing each other, Murong Ling seemed to be a completely different person.
He was so thin and pale that he no longer looked human.
Fu Yuanxi is not as careful as them. At this time, he only wants to find his daughter and wife.
"Murong Ling, don't think that this is the territory of the Murong family. There is nothing I can do. I'm warning you, it's best to release Momo, mother and daughter as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." His eyes were scarlet and he said with
Pointing at Murong Ling, he said bitterly.
Do you really think his three-legged cat security guards can trap them?
It's just a dream.
Murong Yi held his head high and stood fearlessly in front of his father with his small body: "Uncle Fu, I have already said that my mother and sister's affairs have nothing to do with my father, and he knows nothing. You are going too far.
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Murong Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and pushed his son away: "Xiao Yi, stand behind while dad talks to them."
He calmly tidied up the clothes that Fu Yuanxi had messed up, and assumed the attitude of a master: "Mr. Fu, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, please sit down. Let's sit down and talk if anything happens."
Then, he turned to look at his son and said in a softer voice: "Xiaoyi, good boy, go back and play with your brothers and sisters for a while. Dad and uncle have something to say."
