"Madam Feng." Feng Ling looked at her: "Boss Li will come over later. You and him should be considered old acquaintances."

When he heard Feng Ling mention the so-called Boss Li, Mrs. Feng's thinking was always on her, and she didn't turn around. Then she saw Feng Ling's current outfit in women's sportswear. Thinking about it, Li Nanheng and Feng Ling seemed to be very close at the beginning. Now this is not in the base. In such a department store, when Feng Ling buys things here, Li Nanheng will actually come over.

So, between Feng Ling and Li Nanheng...

Thinking of the absurd marriage at the beginning, Qin Qiu's eyes lit up even more, and he looked at her with a smile: "Okay, I haven't seen Nanheng for a long time, so let's have a cup of coffee together. Auntie treats you, okay?"

Mrs. Feng's tone was too gentle, and she was a little cautious in her gentleness, as if she was subconsciously afraid that Feng Ling would refuse and that she would scare her away.

Feng Ling really didn't know how to face this situation, but since Li Nanheng came over, he felt much more at ease. Seeing Mrs. Feng's eyes as afraid of being rejected, he still nodded: "Okay."

Qin Qiu smiled happily in an instant: "Then go to the opposite side. There is a cafe opposite this department store. The environment is good, and the environment is elegant and quiet."

"Yes." Feng Ling nodded slightly.

Seeing her so gentle, quiet and calm, she looked very calm and well-behaved, tears were almost flowing out of Qin Qiu's eyes, but she was really afraid of scaring the child, so she still forced herself to do so, but her eyes were always inseparable from her face.

If it is really her daughter...If it is really...

It would be great that God treated her!

But what if not...

If it just looks like it, it's just a coincidence...

After all, it was difficult for an adult to come up alive when he fell into the vast ocean. How could a little one-year-old child have a miracle?

After paying the bill on behalf of Mrs. Feng on behalf of the temple, Mrs. Feng walked out with two bags, leaned over next to Mrs. Feng and asked in a low voice. Mrs. Feng nodded and shook her head, as if she could not suppress her emotions in front of an old sister who had been familiar with for many years, but in the end she forced herself to suppress her and whispered: "It does look very similar to when I was young, right?"

While looking at Feng Ling again, Mrs. Cen also whispered: "It really looks like you. No wonder you are so excited. A few years ago, whenever you see a child who looks like you on the street, your mood will be ups and downs for a long time. Now you meet someone who looks like you, hey... But no matter how much you look like you, you are not your own child. Twenty years have passed, and you should let go."

Qin Qiu's eyes suddenly fell on Feng Ling again at this moment: "Child, how old are you this year?"

Although I asked a few years ago, I seemed to want to determine something at this moment.

Feng Ling faced a woman who might be her mother, and for a moment he didn't know whether to tell the truth or to tell the virtual fake birthday that had been written on his identity certificate.

"I'm over twenty," she replied.

"After twenty? Then... are you twenty-one years old?" Qin Qiu looked at her with a trembling look, as if a thin needle was hanging on the edge of her. It could fall completely with a slight blow, but it might not fall. Her eyes and her tone carefully made Mrs. Cen beside her feel distressed, and she was reluctant to say a little more.

Twenty-one?

Is she over twenty-one years old now?

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and before he could answer, Mrs. Cen's cell phone rang at this time. Mrs. Feng suddenly came to her senses because she heard the ringtone of the cell phone. She immediately felt that she seemed too abrupt. She would be confused if she chased the girl like this.

Mrs. Cen turned around to answer the phone, and Mrs. Feng smiled at her: "I just like you, a child, and I may have asked a lot, so don't mind too much."

"No." Feng Ling still couldn't bear it when he saw the caution in her eyes: "I just don't know how to answer, because I don't know what to do on my birthday."

The emotions that had just been suppressed in Mrs. Feng's eyes, which had just recovered, suddenly had some huge turmoil.

She forced herself to continue interrogating and stared at her: "You..."

Feng Ling looked at her sincerely: "Mrs. Feng, before I entered the Pingxi Base, I lived in an orphanage. What they filed for me was only a temporary date of birth, but I don't know the real birthday."

Qin Qiu's hands trembled and stared at Feng Ling for a long time.

Until Mrs. Cen took the phone and came back, she stood beside her and said, "My son is here to pick me up. Are you going to have something to talk to this girl? Then I'll leave first, give you the clothes, which is just the right way to pay the repair fee you paid for me last time."

After saying that, seeing Mrs. Feng standing there blankly as if she was wandering around the sky, Mrs. Cen shook her head and stuffed the bag of clothes into her hand. She said to Feng Ling in a blink of an eye: "Little girl, don't be scared by her. She has been like this all these years, but I haven't seen her so excited yet. You can see that she likes you very much. You can chat with her for a while."

Feng Ling didn't say anything, just nodded to Mrs. Cen.

Until Mrs. Cen left, Qin Qiu's hand tightly pinched the bag in her hand, took a deep breath, and suddenly smiled: "What are we standing here to watch? Let's go to the cafe now?"

"good."

Qin Qiu turned his gaze away from her face and turned toward the elevator, but he walked in a hurry.

Something reminded her countless times in my mind.

Feng Ling is a girl.

She is an orphan and has no parents.

She didn't know what day her birthday was...

She looks so much like herself and Lao Feng...

This child has a gentle personality that looks very similar to their old lady when she was young.

If the bag in your hand was not plastic, it would just block the force on your nails through the bag, and you wouldn't be able to pinch it after pinching it for a long time. Otherwise, the hand would probably pinch it too tightly, and the nails would be embedded in the palm of your palm and thrust and bleeding.

Just as the two walked out of the department store and were about to pass through the overpass in front to the cafe across the road, at the entrance of the stairs when they were walking on the overpass, Mrs. Feng was suddenly tripped under her feet because she was staring at the front and almost fell down. Feng Ling quickly stepped forward and held her in a hand: "Be careful!"

Suddenly, Feng Ling took the initiative to help her, and Qin Qiu suddenly turned his eyes to look at her.

When he suddenly saw the gaze full of hope in Mrs. Feng's eyes, Feng Ling was confused for a moment.

She was used to freedom and didn't want to recognize her relatives. No matter whether she had anything to do with the Feng family or not, she had no plans to find her parents and relatives.

But isn't she too selfish to do this?

What if her family kept looking for her? What if she wasn't abandoned?
Chapter completed!