As a daughter, she also hopes that her parents will spend the rest of their lives happily.
Therefore, she no longer asked about her parents’ past.
“Yes, as long as you have a good relationship. If my parents are still alive, they will also have a good relationship.”
Haitong envies Mu Qing, Mu Qing is much luckier than her.
Mu Qing has adoptive parents who treat her like her own daughter, as well as her biological parents. The Mu family and the Lan family are now walking around as relatives.
And her closest relative is only her sister.
Mu Qing held Haitong’s hand and silently comforted her.
Haitong quickly adjusted her mood.
She is now a guest at Fengchen Villa, so don’t be sad.
The gorgeous hall was full of people.
The elders of the Jun family are all there.
Haitong met Mu Qing’s biological parents once.
She said hello to Lan Rui and Shen Yimo.
Shen Yimo smiled kindly, and waved to Haitong, “Tongtong, come here and let auntie see you.”
Haitong stepped forward with a smile.
Shen Yimo took her hand, looked at her carefully, and said to the in-laws beside her: “My in-laws, do you think Tongtong has lost a lot of weight?”
“It’s a little thinner.”
Ye Aijun nodded, she asked Haitong with concern: “Have you been busy recently?”
“It’s a bit busy.”
Ye Aijun, who used to be the head wife of Jun’s family, understood the pressure Haitong was under. She patted the back of Haitong’s hand and said in relief, “It will be fine slowly.”
Shen Yimo also greeted Haitong in various ways. Although it was the second time she saw Haitong, she felt very sorry for this child who was about the same age as her daughter.
Mu Qing deliberately said jealously: “Mom, just pull Haitong to talk, and you don’t even want me as your own daughter.”
“Everything hurts, everything.”
Shen Yimo smiled and pulled her biological daughter over.
At this time, the two babies in the crib woke up.
Ye Yao was the same as before, crying when he woke up, his short legs kicked off the quilt first, and his hands moved wildly, as if he wanted to grab something.
Anyway, when he cries, he dances.
Jun Yan next to him can also kick the quilt, but she usually doesn’t cry.
Most of the time, she turned her head to watch her brother perform hard, attracting adults to come and hug them.
Shen Yimo, who was holding Mu Qing and Hai Tong to ask for warmth just now, heard her grandson crying, immediately left the two of them, and hurried to hug the child.
But in the blink of an eye.