Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4762: Old people

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"Feng Ge...it's you...it's you, you're back..."

The old man held Ye Qingluo's hand with both hands.

Strong force.

Ye Qingluo wanted to struggle, but she could feel the trembling of the old man's hands and the damp heat in his palms.

She can't let this heart down.

Especially, when I saw the old man crying out and calling "Feng Ge" every word.

Ye Qingluo's heart felt like it was stabbed hard by something.

She let the old man hold her.

The old man murmured to himself in tears.

The big palms holding Ye Qingluo's hands also trembled more severely.

At this moment.

A rapid footstep sounded outside the door.

The old woman had a slightly surprised voice, and sounded from outside: "Girl, what did you say your name just now? I think of it, where did I hear your name..."

When the old woman stepped into the room and saw this scene in the room.

The expression on his face suddenly condensed.

Immediately a respectful salute: "Patriarch."

The old woman just broke in with a loud voice.

The tearful old man suddenly woke up.

He stared at Ye Qingluo blankly, as if some emotion was surging in his eyes.

"You..."

After calming down, the old man slowly let go of Ye Qingluo's hand: "No...you are not Fengge, you are not my little song..."

Feng Ge is dead.

It's already dead.

"Family, Patriarch, why are you here..." The old woman's tone was a little nervous.

The old man, bit by bit, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes: "Fengpo, what is going on? Where did she... come from?"

Although the old man said, he asked the old woman.

But the eyes are still staring at Ye Qingluo for an instant.

Seems to be afraid to look away.

She will disappear.

That kind of look in the eyes.

Ye Qingluo felt very distressed.

"Patriarch..." The old woman glanced at the old man, and lowered her head somewhat uncertainly, "Old slave...Old slave didn't know too well."

She explained how she saw the scene of Ye Qing's fall, concisely and concisely.

Then hesitated, "Patriarch, do you know... this girl?"

This is the first time she has seen such a gaffe in the owner of the family.

Think of my own guess again.

The expression on the old woman's face is even more solemn.

"You just said, what's her name?" The old man finally moved his eyes and looked at the old woman.

The old woman glanced at Ye Qingluo, and immediately pressed her various thoughts in her heart, and said one by one: "Master, this girl, the name... Ye Qingluo, the old slave was... I’ve heard this name in my mouth."

"Clear, clear..."

The old man's body stiffened again.

The red eye sockets that had just been pressed back suddenly became sour again.

His trembling hand, little by little, stroked towards Ye Qingluo's cheek.

The wrinkled face is full of disbelief: "Your name is Qingluo? Are you really... called Qingluo?!"

When the old man's hand almost touched Ye Qingluo's face.

The girl's slender white hand gently held the old man's wrist.

She raised her eyes and frowned slightly at the old man's inquisitive and shocked look: "What is your relationship with Feng Ge?"

Ye Qingluo knew that she looked a bit similar to her mother who had never been masked.

And this old man in front of me.

At first glance, she mistakenly identified her as Feng Ge.

And...

The mood swings are a little weird.

Obviously, the relationship with Feng Ge is very good.

Ye Qing fell to the bottom of her heart and had a little guesswork.

"I...I'm Feng Ge's...father." The old man said, staring at Ye Qing every word.