Chapter 1140 The Person Who Loves Her the Most in This World

When that day comes, everything she has now will become a thing of the past.

In the past year, she has indeed accepted that she is the daughter of Meng Shaofeng and Yao Zheng. They got along very happily, and even almost forgot that she was not their daughter.

"Don't think too much." Mu Yuansheng held her hand, "If that day really comes, no matter how others change, Xian Xian and I will remain the same."

Meng Ying sighed softly, her eyes fell on the sleeping child's face, "He is my only blood relative in this world."

Mu Yuansheng frowned lightly, "I am the person who loves you the most in this world."

Meng Ying glanced at him, then smiled lightly and said, "Are you trying to sneak in?"

"It's been so long, you haven't seen my sincerity?" Mu Yuansheng felt a tight pain in his chest.

He knew that he had done a lot of sorry things to her and made her sad.

So, he wants to use time to make up.

Even after the damage had been done, he hoped that she would have confidence in their future and in him.

Meng Ying didn't answer him, but just took his hand again, "Go to my room?"

Mu Yuansheng frowned slightly, "I didn't think about that."

"You don't want to, I want to." Meng Ying smiled, "Women who have given birth have a strong demand in that regard."

"..." She seemed to be back to the way she was before.

Meng Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, "You really don't want to?"

Mu Yuansheng swallowed.

he thinks.

God knows how difficult it is for him to endure this time, but he knows it in his heart, how dare he ask for anything else at this time, as long as he takes care of the child, makes her relax, and has a foothold in this family, that's enough.

He didn't dare to have any other requests, nor did he dare to have other ideas.

Seeing his tangled look, Meng Ying smiled.

Get up, "I'll go back to my room to take a lunch break, call me later."

"Um."

...

In the evening, the people downstairs finally dispersed.

Yao Zheng glanced upstairs, and she asked Meng Shaofeng in a low voice, "What did my aunt say?"

"She said that Yingying is not our daughter." Meng Shaofeng kept suppressing the matter, but there was always a knot in his heart. The whole afternoon of mahjong was not very good, and he kept losing.

Yao Zheng frowned, and his face darkened.

Meng Shaofeng looked at his wife, "My aunt is more than 100 years old, she is still so strong and sober, I heard that she can see the bottom of people's hearts. Her face changed when she saw Yingying today. I think she must have seen Yingying. Our blood."

"When we found Yingying, she herself said that we recognized the wrong person. We insisted on treating her as our daughter. Besides, Yingying, like Meng Ming, has birthmarks on her body. I, Yingying, must be ours. Daughter." Yao Zheng was very sure.

She said again, "Even if it's not that, it doesn't matter. I just recognize her."

Meng Shaofeng nodded, "That's what I said at the time. No matter what, Meng Ying is our daughter, which we recognize. No matter what happens in the future, as long as she doesn't leave us, she will be a child of our family."

When Yao Zheng heard her husband say that, she felt relieved.

"Let's not tell Yingying about this. In case she finds out, she will think too much." Meng Shaofeng put his arm around Yao Zheng's shoulder, patted her lightly, and there was a trace of loneliness and sadness in his eyes, but more Most of them are firm, "She is our child and will always be."