She knows that Feng Yihan and Feng Yi are not related by blood. They are not brothers and sisters.

Can it be said that Feng Yi is right to Feng Yihan

Mo'an suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

Feng Yi, with delicate mind, felt mo'an's wrist in his palm and trembled slightly.

She... Guessed? Scared?

"Yihan, I'm your brother. Of course I love you."

Feng Yi looked directly at Feng Yihan with tears on his face and said calmly.

"No! It's not like that! You lied to me!"

In the sight blurred by tears, Feng Yihan couldn't see Feng Yi's face clearly, so she yelled like crazy.

Not brother and sister love.

Although no one has said it for so many years, she can feel that Feng Yi loves her, the kind of love men have for women.

Feng Yihan's surging tears made Feng Yi's eyebrows frown tightly.

Such a runaway Feng Yihan was obviously not expected by him.

"Mo'an, you..."

Feng Yi turned back and looked at mo'an.

Mo'an almost instantly understood Feng Yi's eyes, nodded and said, "I can go home alone."

Feng Yi should want to solve the matter of Feng Yihan alone.

She was standing by an outsider. She felt embarrassed herself. She might as well go back early.

"Then pay attention to your safety and call me whenever you have something."

Feng Yi stopped a taxi on the roadside and asked mo'an to go back first.

Looking at Feng Yihan, who was still crying, Feng Yi took her and walked towards her Maserati.

This is a busy city. Feng Yihan cried bitterly in the street, which has made many people look sideways.

He doesn't want to be mistaken for a heartless man.

After the car drove away from the city center, Feng Yi stopped at the roadside with little traffic.

"Come on, why are you in a bad mood?"

Feng Yi sat in the open car. He seldom smoked. He took out the cigarette box in his suit pocket.

The smell of cigarettes soon filled the car.

Feng Yi was not in a hurry to listen to Feng Yihan. He smoked slowly one mouthful after another.

“……”

Driving all the way, Feng Yihan's tears had stopped at this time.

Looking at Feng Yi who smoked silently, she had the impulse to cry again.

Feng Yi was so upset that he didn't want to listen to her.

"Second brother, do you like mo'an?"

After pondering for a while, Feng Yihan suddenly smiled desolately.

When the cigarette holder was handed to the lip, Feng Yi suddenly stopped smoking.

"Don't you think too much? Mo'an is only a 15-year-old girl. I'm not so beast!"

Feng Yi's eyes looked like hell. Looking at Feng Yihan was like looking at a psychopath.

He and moan?

How is that possible!

He came up with the idea of taking moan abroad. That's right.

But he just saw that mo'an was on a wrong road, so he wanted to take her away. Don't always be between canonization and Luoyang.

This is his only motive.

At least he is a grown man of twenty-five or six.

Can he think of a 15-year-old girl who has not developed much because of malnutrition?

"What happened when I was 15? When I was 15, you looked at me differently."

Feng Yihan doesn't think Feng Yi's explanation is persuasive.

Maybe Feng Yi likes such a little girl. Now that she has grown up, he doesn't like her.

Feng Yi's hand holding the cigarette was forced, and the cylindrical cigarette between his fingers was directly flattened.

"What? I'm right. I have nothing to say?"

In the eyes of Tiefeng, you can see the silence.