Scum attack, your father is here!

"...Qi Qingyun?"

The breath on the other end of the phone stagnated quietly, and a few seconds later, a smiling male voice came out along with the current, and there was a tingling itching along the eardrum, but it was mixed with obvious faint sarcasm:

"Qi Qingyun, which Qi Qingyun?"

"Oh, I remembered. Is it the impostor who was beaten out by my dad with a cane, or the criminal who faked crying in front of my brother's tombstone?"

Zhong Yurong leaned on the boss's chair, casually loosened the tie around his neck, and had to admit that the so-called "Qi Qingyun" on the phone had the most similar voice he had ever seen, but no matter how similar he was, he couldn't help it. I can't believe that a person who has been dead for more than 20 years would suddenly lie in front of me, and unconsciously turned cold, exuding an aura of calmness and prestige, and said annoyedly:

"Why, pretending to be my brother's lover has become your specialty? Skilled labor?"

Qi Qingyun hadn't turned her head from the joy of finally meeting her elder brother, but she was a little dazed by Zhong Yurong's scolding, her fingertips holding the phone stiffened unconsciously for a moment, and it took a long time to regain her senses, uneasy hesitantly said:

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"Don't call me big brother, I'm not your big brother." Zhong Yurong's peripheral vision fell on the two young people who were leaning together and smiling like flowers in front of the desk. The exhaustion has not yet faded, causing him to prop his arms on the table weakly, rub his temples irritably, and his tone gradually became a little impatient:

"My younger brother is sick, and his brain is not clear enough to recognize people. It doesn't mean that our whole family is sick. Is it annoying to accept your thoughts and call back seven or eight times a year pretending to be dead?"

"My brother and his lover have been dead for more than ten or twenty years. I know what you guys are thinking. Our Zhong family has been tricked once and will never be tricked a second time. There is nothing for you. You If you really want to, he has a son who is in high school, you can take him away."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yurong didn't give Qi Qingyun a chance to explain, she hung up the phone with a snap, and when Qi Qingyun quickly reacted and dialed again, she found that she had been blocked.

Qi Qingyun: "..."

He stood blankly at the intersection where people came and went, colorful refracted light and car lights streamed across him and disappeared like meteors, but they could not light up his pupils. The overturned inkstone could not penetrate a ray of light, and after a while, it was startled by the sound of the car's horn and turned slightly, showing a little stiffness.

Qi Qingyun staggered back a few steps to avoid the vehicles passing by in front of him. After standing for a while, she felt that every bone in her body was aching, so she could only slowly squat down against the wall with difficulty. There was a sound of cold sweat in the night wind, and his wrist trembled at a frequency visible to the naked eye.

He pinched himself hard, his nails dug into his flesh, and calmed himself down through the pain. The rusty machine of his brain started to rotate slowly, analyzing the information that Zhong Yurong revealed just now.

Zhong Yurong's words made Qi Qingyun quickly realize that after his death, someone must have pretended to go to Zhong Yurong, or even Zhong Xuejin, but how could Zhong Xuejin believe such absurd things as death and resurrection?

What's more, after seeing the fake person, Zhong Xue really couldn't recognize that it wasn't her?

Also, assuming that the other party really used various reasons to hide the truth, what did Zhong Xue do in his own capacity?

What did Zhong Yurong mean by being cheated?

Qi Qingyun felt that her headache was about to split, and her brain was about to explode:

His father-in-law Zhong Zhichun had always disliked him. Before he got married, he felt that he was a poor boy who wanted to use Zhong Xuejin to climb high, and forced him to break up with Zhong Xuejin. This incident was very angry, and he treated himself coldly as the instigator, so until his death, he never reconciled with his father-in-law.

After his death, if someone with a heart wants to use his identity to do something to the Zhong family, wouldn't Zhong Zhichun hate him even more?

I heard from Zhong Yurong that he still has a son, so how is his son doing in Zhong's house?

By the way, I and Zhong Xuejin still have a child!

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun's spirit was shaken, and the confusion in her heart was sorted out in an instant, the confusion and anxiety in her heart were pierced heavily by the few words that popped up in her mind, the burning helplessness and confusion in her heart seemed to be extinguished by water, only Calm down.

This is his and Zhong Xuejin's child, no matter what, he will definitely find him and bring him up.

Thinking of this, the pain on Qi Qingyun's body gradually eased.

He leaned against the wall and stood up, patted his stiff face against the wind, trying to relax the muscles in his lower face, but his fingertips felt ice cold, only then did he realize that he had shed tears at some point.

... Sure enough, it was not that easy. Zhong Xue accepted this fact as hard as she could.

Even though she had made sufficient psychological preparations, after Qi Qingjun heard the fact that Zhong Xue was dead from her brother-in-law Zhong Yurong with her own ears, she still felt pain in her heart, as if she had been burned countless times in a raging fire. When it was taken out, only a piece of dead ashes remained.

Qi Qingyun gave a wry smile, lowered her head and hammered her sore leg, and walked back to the hospital step by step with heavy steps.

The hospital was brightly lit, and doctors and patients came and went. Everyone had a dazed and tired look on their faces. From a long distance, Qi Qingyun could still hear an old man kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly, sticking out his wrinkled bark like a tree. With Huang's fingers, she was pulling the corner of a nurse's clothes, holding a photo frame in her hand, slurring her words but crying in an uncontrollably moving voice:

"Where's my wife? Who saw my wife?"

And his family members were surrounding him, holding back tears and apologizing to the nurse sister, bowing and whispering sorry while carefully pulling the old man up from the ground.

Like the people around her, Qi Qingyun looked at her with compassion, and always felt that she was not much different from this widower who lost his wife, and her heart was sour, she didn't dare to approach the old man for fear of causing sadness again, so she turned her footsteps , abruptly bypassed one more corridor, and then returned to Chu Queze's ward.

Chu Queze had already woken up, half lying on the bed and tenderly looking at Qi Yousui who was sleeping in front of him. There was a painting on the bedside table next to him, which was a very beautiful sketch of red roses. Every piece of paper can feel the vivid fragrance and heat.

Qi Qingyun walked over to Zhong Xuejin who was sleeping on a chair leaning against the door, took off her clothes, squatted down and put on Zhong Xuejin who was folding her arms and slightly curling up her shoulders, stared at him for a moment, looked Seeing the other party's eyebrows that were frowned because of the cold stretched out, he straightened up, turned around and said to Chu Quezhe:

"Is it better?"

"It's better." Chu Queze was a little embarrassed, his ears were red, and he picked his fingertips: "I'm sorry to trouble everyone."

"I'm fine." Qi Qingyun patted Qi Yousui's head, and unexpectedly found that the hand felt pretty good, soft like a big dog: "He's been scolded to death."

Chu Queze's face turned pale, and he lowered his head in shame, like a bewildered rabbit, wishing to pull down his ears to cover his eyes to escape reality, and muttered: "...I'm sorry."

"You like him very much?" Qi Qingyun was sitting next to Chu Queze. Out of the corner of her eye, she fell on the sketch of the red rose, took a look at it, flicked her fingertips, and praised:

"Did he draw it? It's very beautiful."

Chu Queze watched Qi Qingyun's movements nervously, fearing that the other party would damage him, after Qi Qingyun saw it, he quickly took it into his arms and hugged it like a dragon protecting the treasure he wanted, vigilantly Looking at Qi Qingyun:

"...he drew it for me."

"Oh..." Qi Qingyun raised her eyebrows, curled her lips in a funny way, and said inexplicably:

"He's not stupid. He knows you can't touch flowers, so he draws one for you."

Chu Queze didn't speak, but hugged the painting tightly, looking at Qi Yousui who was sleeping from the corner of the eye, his eyes were full of obsession and love that couldn't be concealed.

"It's a miracle that you like his personality."

Qi Qingyun looked down at her phone, knowing that it would be dawn in a few hours, she simply didn't go back to the dormitory, walked to Zhong Xuejin's side and sat down beside him, chatting casually.

"He's fine." Chu Queze retorted subconsciously when he heard the words, and finally couldn't help but brush his fingertips across Qi Yousui's handsome side face, lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, as if a little sad:

"I'm not good enough for him."

"..." If he was a few years younger, Qi Qingyun would definitely refute, but thinking back more than 20 years ago, he and Zhong Xuejin got married in the eyes of everyone saying "they don't match". It was silent, and did not answer.

Until he founded the Zhongyi Group by himself at a young age, there were still many people who succeeded with the help of his father-in-law Zhong Zhichun, and they always looked at him with contempt and subtle jealousy.

Zhong Xuejin, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to smell a familiar breath, and her body naturally fell on Qi Qingyun's body, resting her head on Qi Qingyun's shoulder, like a small animal that had found its nest, breathing peacefully and shallowly, Gentle as the ripples on the banks of willows.

Qi Qingyun turned her body slightly, adjusted her sitting posture, so that Zhong Xuejin could sleep more comfortably, and closed her eyes to stop thinking about it.

He thought that after hearing the news of Zhong Xuejin's death, he would not sleep very peacefully, but he didn't expect that he would sleep until after ten o'clock in the morning. Qi Qingyun had a nightmare, and when he woke up, he was covered in cold sweat .

His back was like a stiff board, and he snapped straight. He opened his sweat-drenched eyes and saw Zhong Xuejin's worried expression. He could feel his heart beating like a drum, his eardrums roaring, and his brain like It was the buzzing sound of a telegram that had lost the signal, which made him unable to tell what night it was for a moment. He propped the back of his head against the wall feebly, took a deep breath, and suddenly closed his eyes.

Zhong Xue's face was full of worry, as if she wanted to reach out her hand to hug him, but she didn't know why she was afraid, so she hesitated for a long time before she stretched out her fingertips and held Qi Qingyun in her arms, as if Patting the other person's back like coaxing a child, said in a warm voice:

"Have a nightmare?"

The young man's soft and smooth clavicle skin was right in front of his eyes, and a cold fragrance shot straight to the tip of Qi Qingyun's nose.

Qi Qingyun leaned back a little uncontrollably, reaching out her hand to push him away, but Zhong Xuejin was bumped from behind by someone for some reason, and her whole body fell forward.

Zhong Xueji tilted her body, just in time to be caught by Qi Qingyun who opened her arms reflexively.

"..."

Zhong Xue didn't know what to feel, her expression suddenly became subtle, and she took a clear look at Qi Qingyun, who was covered in sweat as if she had been fished out of the water, the tails of her eyes were twitching with unknown meaning, as if she had a demonic aura.

He leaned over, his lips were not close to the other's ear, but his breath was low and sweet, and the heat he exhaled went straight to Qi Qingyun's face:

"Did you have a...dream?"

The word in the middle is pressed very low, the voice is barely audible, and it seems to be ambiguous.

"...Normal physiological reaction." No matter how much Qi Qingyun couldn't help it, she wouldn't face her classmates. It was really a pure physical reaction, and she pinched Zhong Xue who was sitting dishonestly in a cold voice He closed his eyes fiercely, his mind was full of Qi Yousui's indifferent face and Chu Queze's crazy and distorted expression, and he didn't know whether it was lingering fear or sympathy, anyway, the whole thing was a disturbing big move:

"Don't move."

Zhong Xue let out a soft smile from the corner of her mouth, and when the tails of her eyes were raised slightly, her face was like snow reflecting peach blossoms, or like a begonia wetted by the rain in the drizzle, she put her forehead on Qi Qingyun's neck, her tone was slightly Bewitching, with a voice as greasy as sugar, whispering in a lover's bed:

"Is it...... dreamed of me, that's why...?"

In fact, Zhong Xue was just joking. He knows how calm and restrained Qi Qingyun is on weekdays. Due to his personality, he only has normal physiological reactions. He has never had a jerk on his head. On the contrary, he can't control Qi Qingyun. Containing himself, seeing Qi Qingyun couldn't help flirting.

In his previous life, his father, Zhong Zhichun, had never understood Qi Qingyun's character, thinking that Qi Qingyun was deliberately seducing his youngest son, Zhong Xuejin, and invited Qi Qingyun to a restaurant under Zhong's name for dinner, and was tough at the dinner table. let the two separate.The two had a very unpleasant quarrel, but no matter how angry Qi Qingyun was, he kept his last trace of reason before leaving, and settled the bill smoothly. It was only later that Zhong Xuejin learned that the meal almost spent half a year of Qi Qingyun's life Wage, distressed and had a big fight with Zhong Zhichun.

It was at that time that Qi Qingyun, who had just started a business with her classmates, finally realized that the gap between the two was too great. After comprehensive consideration, she finally broke up with Zhong Xuejin, and then under Zhong Zhichun's arrangement, It completely disappeared from Zhong Xuejin's sight.

During that time, Zhong Xuejin was mentally broken, vomited everything she ate, lost more than ten pounds within a month, her eyes were inflamed from crying too many times, she couldn’t see clearly when she walked, and fell in a trance in her garden. Knocking his head on the stone and bleeding profusely, Mrs. Zhong and Zhong Zhichun, who loved their son so dearly, had a big quarrel. Zhong Zhichun, who had always doted on his wife, had no choice but to gradually allow the two to meet again.

Knowing that Qi Qingyun is currently studying abroad and starting a business, Zhong Xuejin was allowed to go out, and gradually became more energetic. This time, she did not let the other party go without saying anything, and even came up with the idea of ​​supporting her, and even made her own decision The method is that she was pregnant before marriage and had a child with Qi Qingyun, Zhong Zhichun was so angry that she had no choice but to agree to the two of them being together, like frost on the wedding, which caused Zhong Xuejin to quarrel with him again After a fight, the father and son broke up unhappy, and the relationship was once deadlocked.

During the years when Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin were together, the relationship between Zhong Zhichun and Zhong Xuejin's father and son had always been on fire, and they couldn't say a few words throughout the year except sending blessings during the New Year and festivals. They were strangers than strangers.

Therefore, for the child left behind by Qi Qingyun, although he has the blood of the Zhong family, his surname is Qi, especially as the child grows up, the eyebrows and eyes look more like Qi Qingyun. I can't say I like it.

Recalling the past, Qi Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, he pushed away Zhong Xuejin who was sitting on him, and said coldly:

"No."

His complexion is not pretty, but his habitual look towards Zhong Xuejin is still gentle, probably because his brain has been processing overloaded information these days, and his heart is in a mess, so he had a nightmare, cold sweat on his forehead, Zhong Xuejin took out a tissue and wiped it off carefully.

Qi Qingyun stared at Zhong Xuejin for a look, then calmed down slowly, stood up and pushed him away, patted Zhong Xuejin's waist lightly with her palm, and coaxed perfunctorily: "Don't make trouble."

Even if she doesn't know Zhong Xuejin's identity, Qi Qingyun doesn't know why, she always subconsciously manipulates him and lets him play around. . .

"Back to school."

Zhong Xue had achieved her goal, was satisfied, and was happy. Hearing this, she clutched the lower back that was brushed by Qi Qingyun's palm, rubbed it unconsciously a few times, and smiled so hard that she couldn't see her teeth.

He didn't believe that Qi Qingyun would do anything to him. From the time they met in high school to their marriage, Qi Qingyun never said a single harsh word to him. Yun didn't accompany him when he went out to socialize at night, so he took the initiative to provoke and quarrel.Qi Qingjun swears to the sky and still can't explain why, so she can only smoke and sulk, but she never engages in a cold war, let alone beat someone up.

Chu Queze's allergy has mostly healed, and Zhong Xuejin took him to the stairs after he was able to walk freely.

Strangely, after one night, Chu Queze's parents didn't come after receiving the notification.

"You take them down first, and I'll go to the front desk to check out."

When he was about to go downstairs, Qi Yousui had a rare conscience, and took the initiative to take over the job of paying the bill. Seeing this, Qi Qingyun knew that it was a good time to cultivate the other party's sense of responsibility, so she didn't stop her, and pulled Zhong Xuejin downstairs Walk:

"We'll be waiting for you downstairs."

Chu Queze seemed a little worried that Qi Yousui was upstairs alone, he stopped talking for a while, and finally was forcibly pulled away by Zhong Xuejin.

Qi Yousui didn't have a mobile phone, but he had a card given to him by Zhong Yurong. After swiping it, he wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, a figure flashed in front of him. A gray-haired old man suddenly bowed his head and fell in front of him, dry and sticky. The lips made a hoarse □□:

"pain........"

Qi Yousui was taken aback by the sudden appearance of his grandfather. His first reaction was whether someone was going to extort money from him, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he had nothing but money left anyway, and he was complacent for a while.

Seeing the people around him look like they don't want to pay more attention to the old man, looking indifferent to each other, Qi Yousui looked at the old man curled up on the ground in pain, hesitated for a while, whether to step forward to help the old man Sit down on the chair, go to the drink machine to get a bottle of Coke, put it in the grandfather's hand, and care less skillfully:

"Old man, drink it. This is my favorite drink, and you must like it too."

Grandpa: "......"

He narrowed the drooping eyes, his face was wrinkled, like dry branches wriggling in layers, and it took a long time to pull his bruised lips, and his voice was rough like sandpaper scraping the road:

"Xiao, Xiao Qi?"

Qi Yousui let out a huff, and fell backward in fright, thinking that there is something wrong with this old thing, you can tell what my name is from this, after thinking about it, he hurried to the old man's side, and said in a low voice:

"You don't need too many pennants, just one is fine. I'm a low-key person, you understand?"

After finishing speaking, Qi Yousui stood up triumphantly, met the old man's confused eyes, patted his buttocks and walked away.

Along the way, Qi Qingyun sat in the taxi, looked at Qi Yousui proudly as if he was about to raise the unknown tail behind him, and said speechlessly:

"What are you doing? Did you find the money?"

"Hmph, you don't understand." Qi Yousui turned his face away, raised his eyebrows at Chu Queze, and whispered in Chu Queze's ear:

"Young master will soon be famous all over the world, what is the vice president, I will be stronger than him!"

Because the three of them sat in the back seat in a taxi, it was quite crowded. When Qi Yousui spoke, he was facing Chu Queze, and his hot and humid breath rushed into Chu Queze's ears, and Chu Queze's cheeks blushed uncontrollably. When I got up, I didn't even hear what the other party said, so I summoned up my courage, and stuttered:

"You, you have always been the most powerful in my heart!"

"What's the use of being the most powerful in your heart?" Qi Yousui didn't realize the affection in the other party's words at all, he smacked his lips in wonder, frowned and bumped his shoulder in dissatisfaction:

"I need a lot of people to think I'm great."

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Chu Queze's face froze, and his fingertips unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes, almost tearing him apart with such force, his bangs drooped down in embarrassment to cover the gloom in his eyes, and whispered:

"I feel great alone, can't I?"

"It's too little." Qi Yousui thought for a while, and felt that everyone should see his noble character. He glanced at Qi Qingyun sitting on the co-pilot, and imagined the future and said:

"One day, I will make everyone worship me and let them admit that I am better than Qi Qingyun, hehe."

Qi Qingyun, who sat in the front row and listened to the conversation between the two verbatim: "..."

He glanced at Chu Jueze, who was sad and shriveled, and had a new understanding of Qi Yousui's childishness. He really didn't want to admit that he and them were classmates. When he passed a familiar intersection, he asked the driver to stop:

"Master, stop here."

The driver master glanced at him, and drove slowly to a street corner:

"Is it here?"

"Correct."

Qi Qingyun unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car neatly and closed the door, put her arm on the car window above Zhong Xuejun's head, bent down and said to him:

"I'll go over there to fix a photo frame first, and you take the two of you back to class first."

"I'll go with you." Zhong Xue dedicated her whole life to sticking to Qi Qingyun until she died, and immediately made a gesture to get out of the car.

When Qi Yousui heard that Qi Qingyun wanted to repair her photo frame, she also clamored to get out of the car.

Qi Yousui wanted to get out of the car, but Chu Queze refused to leave him, so the driver could only watch helplessly as Qi Qingyun got out of the car, and the other three people in the car got out of the car immediately behind him.

The driver master successfully ruined a big deal, he glanced at Qi Qingyun speechlessly, and joked helplessly for a while:

"Young man, why do you feel like you are the head of the family at such a young age?"

"...Don't make fun of me." Qi Qingyun couldn't resist the three of them, and smiled helplessly. Last night, there were only twenty left to repair the phone, so she handed it to the driver, and politely told the other party bid farewell:

"Thanks for your hard work."

After bidding farewell to the driver, Qi Qingyun began to look for the photo studio in memory on this street.

He remembered that the photo studio was run by a particularly loving couple. The owner was a carpenter in his ancestors, skilled in carving small gadgets.

He is old and has a daughter, who is one year older than Qi Qingyun, but because she stopped studying and started her own business very early, and has a mature personality, Qi Qingyun often calls her sister Cui after getting acquainted with each other.

When her daughter was insulted by gangsters while walking at night, she was rescued by Qi Qingyun. The boss wanted to give money to thank Qi Qingyun, but after being rejected by Qi Qingyun, he gave Qi Qingyun a gift of herself in the name of a lottery. The photo frame she made was then given to Zhong Xuejin by Qi Qingyun.

"If I remember correctly, it should be here." Relying on the location in memory and some surviving building signs, Qi Qingyun came to a wedding photography building and looked up.

The neat and exquisite photo studio in front of me has long since lost the shadow of the original photo studio, maybe the owner here has left long ago.

Qi Qingyun looked at the photo frame in the bag that was of no avail even after repairing it, sighed, and stepped into the store with the mentality of giving it a try.

In front of the door, there was a teenage girl who was lying on the cradle and looked at the baby spitting bubbles in the air. When she heard someone coming, she raised her head with braids and shouted loudly:

"Mom, someone is here!"

After finishing speaking, the little girl with shofar braids ran to the side and poured a glass of water for each of the four, and nodded politely:

"Brothers drink water."

"Thank you." Qi Qingyun patted the little girl's head: "Thank you."

Seeing this, Qi Yousui snorted a little dissatisfied, even he himself didn't know what he was dissatisfied with, he clenched the handle of the porcelain cup tightly, his face darkened and he was very unhappy.

"I'm coming!"

A woman in a one-piece slim lace dress with big waves came out from the inner room before everyone heard her.

She is holding a wedding dress in her hand. She is a little fat, but her figure is generous and unpretentious. She has single eyelids and thin lips, with moles on her lips. She is a businessman's usual shrewd face. When she stares at people, she is tired, but still There was a trace of coldness that was not easy to mess with.

While arranging the wedding dress, she was talking to the client who was holding the child beside her, and occasionally raised her eyes to look at Qi Qingyun, and said hesitantly:

"Hello, you want to come...to take a wedding dress?"

"No." Qi Qingyun quickly denied it, took a step forward, and asked politely:

"Hello, do you know Lin Yushan who opened a photo studio here before?"

"He's my dad. Do you know him? Why are you looking for him?"

The wavy woman glanced at Qi Qingyun suspiciously, thinking about the other person's name in her heart, but the memory of more than 40 years was so vast that the woman couldn't remember who Qi Qingyun was for a while, so there was obvious hesitation on her face.

"...Sister Cui?" Qi Qingyun has never seen Lin Cui since graduating from high school. She did not expect that the other party has changed so much in the past 20 years. Stopped, looked at Lin Cui in disbelief, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Hearing this familiar title, Lin Cui suddenly came back to his senses, and finally found a handsome young man with a smile in his memory from more than 20 years ago. He slapped his thigh suddenly and said in shock:

"Qi Qingyun, Xiaoyun'er, is that you?"

Qi Qingjun was about to tell Lin Cui to stop calling herself such a shameful nickname, but Lin Cui suddenly frowned and denied her guess, "No, Xiao Yun'er is at least over 40 years old this year, you look so young , it can't be him."

After finishing speaking, she inadvertently raised her eyes to look behind Qi Qingyun, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Anyway, Zhong Xuejin, who didn't look very happy, was taken aback again, and almost blurted out a dirty word:

"Damn it, Zhong Xuejin...Xiao Zhong, why are you getting younger..."

At this time, her shrewd face was wrinkled into a ball because of confusion, and she was as confused as a bitter melon. The eyes that fell on Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin seemed to have seen a ghost, and she seemed to be searching for an explanation for this rejuvenation. The reason for the strange phenomenon.

Qi Qingyun was thinking about making up some reason to confuse her, when Lin Cui suddenly said to herself:

"No, Xiao Yun'er and Xiao Zhong have such a good relationship. I saw news of their marriage on the news."

After finishing speaking, she suddenly realized, she opened her mouth tentatively, raised her eyes carefully and asked Qi Qingyun, thinking that her answer was almost the same:

"The two of you look so much like their husband and wife... so are you the son of Zhong Xuejin and Qi Qingyun?"

Qi Qingyun: "..."

Zhong Xuejin: "..."

They were about to deny it at the same time, when they heard the sound of a porcelain cup cracking behind them unexpectedly. The bang sounded like glass being pierced by a gun in an instant. It made people's eardrums quiver in shock, and they could only hear the fragments scratching. The floor made a toothsome creaking sound.

The baby on the side couldn't stand such a loud movement, and cried on the spot. The mournful cry was like broken strings, mixed with the sound of broken porcelain cups, it sounded like a headache.

Qi Qingyun's heart skipped a beat, and when she turned around, she saw that Qi Yousui's hands were empty, and he slammed the cup in his hand, his eyes were as red as a beast's anger, he lost his mind on the spot, kicked over the table next to him, and turned over the cup. A pile of magazines and scissors made crackling noises, indicating that his fear and anxiety these days had finally come true. Like a flood rushing out of a gate, he roared loudly as if he couldn't bear it:

"They are not my father and my mother's sons!"

His voice was very hoarse, with a bit of crying, and he pushed Zhong Xuejin beside him as if venting his anger, almost causing Zhong Xuejin to lose his footing and fall into the pieces of the porcelain cup:

"I am! I am their own son!"

Qi Qingyun watched Qi Yousui's movements in astonishment, and gradually widened her eyes: "..."

Looking at Qi Yousui's face with his own with seven parts, memory fragments swept Qi Qingyun's mind like a storm, instantly causing a strong tremor from the depths of his soul.

He just felt that a string in his heart was suddenly broken, and suddenly remembered many points in himself that he had accidentally overlooked, such as the day when he was reborn happened to be Qi Yousui's birthday, and the day 16 years ago happened to be Zhong Xuejin again. Difficult to give birth to the day of the child!

This child, like him, is surnamed Qi......

No way.........

A bad premonition came true immediately, Qi Qingyun felt his world spinning, he staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

He only felt in a daze in front of him, his face was pale, he moved his lips, and stood still for a long time, then he struggled to hold the front desk, his fingertips turned white, he looked up at Qi Yousui in embarrassment, and opened his mouth for the second time. Barely let out a breath:

"...You just said, whose son are you?"

"I am the biological son of Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin! The biological child!"

Qi Qingyun strode forward violently, and grabbed Qi Yousui's shoulder with such force that Qi Yousui almost cried out in pain, but she suddenly didn't know how hideous and terrifying the expression on her face was at the moment, and her eyes were bloodshot. All over, hoarse:

"Be clear, who is your mother, and which Zhong Xuejin is it?"

Qi Yousui suppressed the pain in his mouth, gritted his teeth and looked at him angrily, bared his teeth like a beast showing a murder weapon, and said every word like a demonstration:

"My mother is the youngest son of Zhong Zhichun, the richest man in the century-old Zhong family in Nangang!"

"My dad is the former president of Zhongyi Group, Qi Qingyun!"

"No matter how much you two look like them, I am! I am their biological son!"

"boom--"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Qingyun felt that all her rationality, calmness and restraint were blown to ashes by this sentence, her whole mind was blank like the land swept by an atomic bomb, and her body was in a daze like mud. He stared at Qi Yousui's opening and closing lips stupidly, as if his vocal cords were taken away forever by this sentence, and he was unable to speak a word again.