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The wind also sighed and said, "Jin Er, I do n’t know what your mother ’s identity is. She never said, but no matter what her identity is, she is my wife and the person I love."

Feng Sujin also nodded vigorously. "Well, she is my mother and the mother I love."

Feng Sujin said, her eyes were a bit red. She thought of the scene where her mother had taught her before. It seemed that some games and some things to play. Will everything be useful?

Even flying dances have turned out to be a technique.

Feng Yiyue said to Feng Sujin: "Jiner, under the old tree in our yard, your mother hid a box with eighteen silver needles. She made it for you. She used to talk to you before. I said, one day I agreed with my daughter to learn martial arts, and told her this, hey, I didn't expect it at that time ... "

The more Feng Feng thought of his wife, the more she felt a little painful.

The father and daughter leaned together to miss the beautiful person together, and to remember the days when the family was happy.

...

In the evening, Jun Mohan hurriedly rushed back. As soon as he returned, he came to the hospital and saw with his own eyes that Feng Sujin was fine and relieved.

He still uneasily pulled Feng Sujin in front of himself and looked up and down.

Feng Sujin felt distressed when she saw Jun Mohan's tired look, her heart trembled, thinking of him.

Feng Sujin sucked his nose, pretending to be joking: "Why didn't you see me for three days without seeing me?"

Jun Mohan brought a bit of bitter smile to his mouth, but he was relieved to see that there were really no scars on her.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would really have to hold Feng Sujin in his arms and get rid of love.

Feng Yiyue sat on the bed, looking at Jun Mohan's look, knowing that he was sincere to his daughter, and sincerely cared, he was relieved.

Jun Mohan put the fruit and some nutritional supplements next to him, "Dad, I'm sorry, I've been a bit busy lately, I haven't taken good care of you, and I am still surprised today."

The wind also kindly waved his hand. "Family, don't say two words, just start a fright, nothing is wrong, Jin'er told me, it's not easy for you. If you're thin, Jin'er will feel bad. , Chant in front of me, saying that you must not eat well and rest well. "

Jun Mohan listened, looking down at Feng Sujin, his eyes were full of love and miss.

Feng Sujin looked up at Shang Jun Mohan's affectionate gaze, his face was a little red, "Where can I be ..."

What it is, Feng Sujin also can't say something. In fact, she was really worried about Jun Mohan. Sometimes when she was with her father, she couldn't help talking about him.

Jun Mohan gently touched Feng Sujin's hair, and then crossed the wind: "Father, on the road, someone told me this in detail. The killer bit his tongue and committed suicide. There is no information clue on his body. He didn't have his identity information, nor could he find his associates. Now the clues are likely to be broken, but my people continue to search and may find useful clues. "

The wind also sighed, "This matter may be related to Jin's mother, or it may be related to Feng's family."

Feng Sujin was puzzled. "Fengjia? Why didn't the killer kill Mrs. Feng, the second uncle?"

"Because the things your grandpa left are not in their hands. In my hands, Jiner, I am a bit worried now. If they are in your hands, they will sell you, but the things of the wind family cannot fall. In the hands of outsiders. "