After the divorce, Feng Ye begged for reconciliation every day.

Chapter 40 She Has More Important Things
Shi Moran: "..."

It seems that Feng Qingqing still hasn't figured out that it doesn't matter whether she agrees or not, because it doesn't even matter what Feng Yichen said.

However, she didn't seem to need to explain so much to Feng Qingqing.

"Miss, here are the tools."

The servant's respectful voice came from behind.

Without saying anything, Shi Moran directly left Feng Qingqing, turned around and walked towards the servant, "Ranran wants to catch butterflies, and he wants to catch a lot of butterflies!"

"I want to catch it too, it's much better than yours!"

Not to be outdone, Feng Qingqing ran over, and the two took tools from the servants' hands respectively.

"Humph!"

Making a grimace at Shi Moran, Feng Qingqing entered the garden first.

Shi Moran: "..."

A child is a child.

Holding the tool, she also entered the garden.

But she was thinking in her heart that the relationship between the Feng family seemed to be more complicated than she thought.

Feng Yichen and Feng Lingyi looked like brothers on the surface, but they were incompatible.

However, what she wanted to see most was the so-called big brother they were talking about.

I really want to see what the big brother who takes all men and women looks like.

But right now she has more important things to do.

Looking at a yellow-blue butterfly flapping its wings that had been caught in the net by her, Shi Moran turned his head and saw that it was running around.

There was already a little sweat on her smooth forehead, and Feng Qingqing's face was slightly red.

One more friend is far better than one more enemy!
Even if the other party is just a brat who doesn't understand anything!

"Wooooow... Butterfly, the butterfly flew away."

Sitting on the ground, Shi Moran pretended to cry.

Judging from what happened just now, Feng Qingqing is a kind person in her heart, although she is proud of being pampered.

And she can take advantage of this to get closer to Feng Qingqing!
"What, just fly away, it's not that you can't catch it, why are you crying!"

Feng Qingqing muttered with her small mouth, but her small body had already walked towards Shi Moran.

"Hey, Ranran wants butterflies, and Ranran wants butterflies."

Taking his hand away, Shi Moran saw Feng Qingqing walking towards her, and a smug smile flashed across his eyes.

She just wanted to use Feng Qingqing's sympathy and compassion to gain her trust bit by bit, and then become her friend.

Feng Qingqing stood in front of Shi Moran, put the tool in her hand on the ground, and looked helplessly at Shi Moran who was sitting on the ground crying miserably.

"Okay, I'll catch you, can you stop crying?"

Second brother's wife must be a crybaby!

Crying at every turn, people who didn't know thought she was bullying her!
"Really, really? Will you catch butterflies for me?"

Putting down his hands, Shi Moran looked at the speechless Feng Qingqing in front of him and asked, sobbing.

"Of course, I, Feng Qingqing, can count on what I say!"

Feng Qingqing reassured, patted her chest.

"Okay, then, Ranran won't cry anymore, Ranran is waiting for you to catch butterflies for Ranran. Moreover, and you can't stay away from Ranran, Ranran will watch you catch."

Standing up, Shi Moran got up from the ground.

Coaxing children should not be too simple for her.

"Then you wait here for me, and I'll catch butterflies for you right now."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingqing took the tool and waved it in mid-air in Shi Moran's sight.

Glancing at the struggling butterfly in the net, Shi Moran walked over without blinking, and stepped on the butterfly.

"Ouch."

Feng Qingqing, who was catching the butterfly wholeheartedly, didn't notice the net under her feet at all. Her feet were caught by the net. She staggered for several steps and finally fell to the ground.

"Why are you throwing the net all over the place!"

After getting up from the ground, she turned her head to look at the net behind her, and when her eyes touched the butterfly in the net, she hurriedly shouted, "Your butterfly didn't fly away, it's still in the net."

After getting the result she wanted, Shi Moran pretended to be elated and rushed towards Feng Qingqing.

"Really? Where is it?"

Can't wait to squat down in front of the net, she reached out to lift the net.

"Hey, butterfly, it's not moving."

Shi Moran gently poked the butterfly's back with his index finger, but the lifeless butterfly didn't respond at all.

"Woooo, it's you, it's you who trampled my butterfly to death. Woooo, Ranran's butterfly is dead."

Picking up the butterfly with her hand, she looked at the butterfly in her palm, pointed at the bewildered Feng Qingqing and cried.

Feng Qingqing hurriedly came in front of her, staring closely at the butterfly lying in the palm of Shi Moran's disordered and rough-looking palm.

Could it be that she trampled to death just now?

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, and I didn't know that you had caught butterflies in your net."

Seeing Shi Moran crying so sadly that he couldn't stop, Feng Qingqing explained in a flustered manner with an apologetic face.

She didn't mean to trample the butterfly to death.

(End of this chapter)