The wife of the paranoid president is a boss

In the afternoon, she was lying in front of the bay window, Beichen Yuqing's tall figure stood behind her, with both hands over her, bending down to wrap her in her arms.

"What's the matter today, I don't seem to be in a good mood."

His face was pressed against hers, and his warm breath sprinkled on her skin, making it tickle.

"I'm thinking about what Xiao Yue said yesterday."

"Ok?"

Xiao Chuchu pursed her lips, and took out two photos from under the pillow under her hand.

"This is my father and mother."

Beichen Yuqing's eyes fell on the photo she held in her hand.

"I was still thinking that you would look a little like your parents. Seeing the photos, you look a little like your mother, but I think you look a little better."

"I think my mom has a better temperament."

"Your is better."

"My mother's is better."

"yours……"

"Stop, I'm not discussing with you whose temperament is good."

"...Then what do you want to say?" Beichen Yuqing asked.

However, before he finished asking for a second, he said, "How did I find out that you don't look much like your father?"

His words interrupted her serious business again.

She looked at her father's picture, then reached for the small mirror next to her.

"Where is it different?"

Beichen Yuqing took the photo and put it next to the mirror, "Compare yourself, the shape of the face, eyes, nose, chin, and mouth are completely different."

"...I look very similar to my mother."

"Your father's temperament is different from yours."

Xiao Chuchu's eyelids twitched slightly, as if this was the case, she and her father seemed to have a very different temperament.

"Aren't you born to your father?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Xiao Chuchu slapped his arm, "How could I not be my father's daughter."

"Then here, how do you explain?"

He pointed to the photo and Xiao Chuchu in the mirror and said.

"Maybe...my mother's genes are too strong?"

That's all she could explain.

"Oh, I was led off topic by you." Xiao Chuchu closed the mirror and threw it aside, "Xiao Yue said, Grandpa left me something, saying it was in the photo, I've been looking at the photo all morning, and I didn't see what grandpa was going to tell me, so I guess I have to go to the place in the photo to find out?"

Beichen Yuqing held the two photos in her hands and looked at them carefully.

He also browsed from top to bottom, left to right, and didn't see any problems.

Then he flipped to the back of the picture, and there was nothing.

At this time, Xiao Chuchu's little head was full of imagination, "You said that we put the photo on the fire and roast it, or drip some medicine on it, and then there will be fonts or something."

As soon as the words fell, he knocked on the head, "Stop watching TV dramas in the future!"

"Why are you beating me? It's not impossible."

Xiao Chuchu bit his wrist unconvinced.

Beichen Yuqing, "..."

He frowned and looked at the photo carefully again.

Two photos, the one of Xiao Chuchu's mother is dated, in the 90s of last century.

The photo has been overplasticized with a layer of glue.

It stands to reason that after more than 20 years, even if it is well protected, the color of the glue will change.

But at this time, the plastic on the photo is very new, and there is no discoloration at all.

Beichen Yuqing narrowed her eyes and suddenly thought of something.

Hold both photos up against the window.

Xiao Chuchu watched his actions, and leaned over to have a look.