Scum attack, your father is here!

"You just said, who is back?"

Zhong Yurong's face was inherently indifferent, her mother's pair of peach blossom eyes did not appear to be glamorous and affectionate, but because she had been in the top position for a long time, she looked a little thin, like a pool of ice under the moon, reflecting cold stars, icy cold to the bone.

He narrowed his doubtful eyes slightly, moved his thin lips, and was about to ask again, when suddenly there was a burst of noisy footsteps on the phone, and a boy's cheerful laughter suddenly rang in the huge office. When he got up, there was occasionally a helpless sigh of "you go slowly, be careful of falling", the two intertwined and condensed into a thread that passed into Zhong Yurong's eardrum, like a bell rang suddenly in his ear, instantly His fingertips suddenly seemed to be scalded, subconsciously let go, and the phone suddenly fell to the ground with a click.

This familiar tone...is Qi Qingyun's voice!

It really is!

Zhong Yurong's heart suddenly turned upside down, and he was so shocked that he didn't know what to say. His facial features, which had been indifferent for thousands of years, unexpectedly fluctuated a little. He couldn't even accumulate all his strength, and his expression was terrified:

"........."

How could someone's voice be so similar to Qi Qingyun's? !

Isn't he dead? !

Zhong Yurong's heart was like throwing a stone into the water, causing countless splashes, and his thoughts scattered like dust at the bottom of the pool. He couldn't grasp any of his thoughts in a panic. After a while, he managed to calm down, gritted his teeth, raised his left arm, and pressed down on his trembling right wrist , Stiff body, bent down inch by inch, and picked up the vibrating cell phone on the floor.

Seeing that Zhong Yurong hadn't heard back for a long time, the butler thought that Zhong Yurong had gone to a temporary meeting, so he hung up the phone.

Zhong Yurong was about to call again, but found that the butler had sent him a few messages, sending the captured photo of Qi Qingyun to Zhong Yurong's phone.

With the help of the photo, Zhong Yurong finally saw clearly the appearance of the man whose voice was very similar to Qi Qingyun's.

At the moment, the other party was propping up a pair of long legs, leaning on the grape trellis with folded arms, watching Zhong Xuejin and Qi Yousui mother and son catching crickets and playing together in the vineyard, with a gentle temperament when they lowered their eyebrows, and a pair of flying obliquely. The red phoenix eyes on the temples are cool and beautiful, but the high nose bridge and sword-like long eyebrows neutralize the femininity of his eyes, making him look graceful, with fair skin and a leisurely smile on the corner of his mouth, It really looks exactly like Qi Qingyun when he was a teenager!

Zhong Yurong clutched her phone and took a deep breath, her temples were swollen to the point of veins, she could hardly believe her eyes.

It's so similar...how can someone be so similar......

Thousands of messy thoughts flashed through Zhong Yurong's mind, and after a while, he forced himself to grind them clean. After he completely calmed down, he quickly put the suit on the back of the boss's chair on his body, with a sullen face, lifted his feet and walked downstairs .

Even though he knew that Qi Qingyun had died a long time ago, and he even buried the body himself, but this person really looks so much like Qi Qingyun, it can even be said to be exactly the same, no matter whether this person and Qi Qingyun are No matter what the relationship, Zhong Yurong wanted to see each other with his own eyes.

......Even if it is, just take a look at it from a distance and talk about it as comfort.

"Mr. Zhong, where are you going?"

Seeing that Zhong Yurong, who wanted to be happy and angry, showed a little impatience and impatience, the secretary's heart suddenly rang an alarm, and he quickly went through the documents he had handled in his mind, and only after checking everything was correct, did he force it Calmly blocked the way of the big boss:

"In the evening, Mr. Jiang and his wife Mr. Xu invited you to dinner to talk about cooperation. You...?"

"Push it."

Zhong Yurong didn't even hesitate, and gave an order in a cold voice: "I'll go back and get a very important document first."

"Now you are postponing all the dinners and unimportant meetings until next Monday. You have something to do in these two days, so don't bother me."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yurong didn't care what kind of turmoil arose in his secretary who had been with him for many years. As soon as he turned around, he took the exclusive elevator downstairs and hurriedly ran towards the parking lot.

Along the way, Zhong Yurong's cell phone rang endlessly, and Zhong Yurong didn't have time to look at it. He didn't have time to pick up the phone until he stepped into the car and closed the door, inserted the car key into the keyhole, and glanced at it while it was in gear. flickering phone screen——

Xia Xingfei.

"........"

Zhong Yurong was silent for a moment, his hand that landed on the phone screen trembled, and he was so frightened that he hung up the phone on the spot.

The phone seemed to be quiet for a while, and then, the more urging ring rang again. He was unwilling to let go, and there was a tendency for Zhong Yurong to keep calling without answering the phone.

Zhong Yurong bit her lips, a trace of confusion flashed in her cold eyes, she clicked her tongue lightly after a while, connected the phone, and said indifferently:

"Hey."

"Husband, you are finally willing to answer my call."

After Xia Xingfei became an idol, her speech was always sticky, with a sense of being coquettish. Relying on the similar pronunciation of "old clock" and "husband", she repeated it three times and four times to take advantage of Zhong Yurong:

"...When are you going home? I'll take a shower and wait for you."

When Xia Xingfei said the last few words, his ending was long and soft, his voice was as sweet as if soaked in a honey pot, and it was inexplicably charming. In the small car, it actually made people blush and heartbeat for no reason.

But Zhong Yurong obviously didn't have time to understand his teasing now, and didn't even think about going back to accompany him, and didn't even think about the reasons for not going back to him, so he hurriedly said:

"I won't be in the mansion today, you go to bed early, I'm hanging up the phone."

Xia Xingfei's eyes froze when he heard the words, and he jumped up from the bed. The wide boyfriend's shirt was askew, revealing the pink shoulders, and his voice almost broke:

"Wait a moment!"

Zhong Yurong on the phone didn't answer him, and was even about to start the car. When Xia Xingfei heard the sound of the wheels rolling, he became even angrier, with reddened eyes, and shouted angrily into the phone:

"Zhong Yurong, damn it, if you dare to hang up on my phone, I will wear your clothes and run around the street right now, so that the whole world will know that I am the wife of the Zhong family!"

"......" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Yurong was stunned by his shout, and the movement over there gradually quieted down. After a long time, Zhong Yurong finally opened his mouth, with a cold male voice like Being blown by the spring breeze, it turns from ice cubes into flowing water, clear and bright, with a little sigh:

"Xiao Fei, don't be willful."

"...I'm not willful."

Xia Xingfei collapsed on the bed, and stepped on the group photo of the two of them hanging on the bedroom wall with two thin white feet. Looking at the handsome and calm man above, he narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the cold temperature flow The soles of the feet spread upwards, and muttered in a low voice:

"Why not make it public, husband."

"In the past three years, I have slowly transformed into a non-didou, and the dramas I have acted are enough for me to gain a firm foothold in the entertainment circle. The disclosure will not affect my career, why not make it public...... .”

As Zhong Yurong listened, he always felt that the topic was getting more and more crooked. For some reason, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and his intuition was not very good. Sure enough, Xia Xingfei's faint voice came from the phone in the next second:

"and......."

He paused, licked the corners of his lips, and moved his fingertips slowly. Hearing Zhong Yurong's shallow breathing, his face flushed involuntarily, and occasionally there was a whisper:

"Why do I feel that you are avoiding me recently?"

"Do you have a dog outside?"

"..." Zhong Yurong clutched the phone guiltily. He was so nervous that he didn't hear Xia Xingfei's movement, so he tried to calm down and said:

"I do not have."

I don't have a dog outside.

At any time, his voice is like a river that does not cause waves, calm and indifferent. Only when he is doing that, his voice will be hoarse and lower. Sometimes Xia Xingfei often kills himself to listen to a few more sentences. crying father and mother.

"..." Xia Xingfei couldn't quite tell how nervous and guilty Zhong Yurong's tone contained, besides, his mind was blank now, with Zhong Yurong's familiar voice in his ears, his moist eyes staring at the shaking lights and In the photo of Zhong Yurong opposite, he suddenly let out a muffled snort, his voice was soft and soft like a kitten's, and his voice was unbearably hoarse, causing Zhong Yurong's complexion to change drastically:

"What are you doing!"

"Waiting for you to call me."

Without shame, Xia Xingfei stretched out his hand and took out a tissue to wipe his fingers, and said lazily:

"I don't care, you must come back to accompany me before twelve o'clock tonight, otherwise I will disclose our relationship, you choose one."

The dignified president of Zhong's family unexpectedly ruled the artists under his banner, and if it really spread, he didn't know what expression Zhong Zhichun, who had always regarded Zhong Yurong as the best heir he had cultivated in his life, would have on his face.

Xia Xingfei couldn't help laughing at the thought of the old man who looked down on him everywhere, causing Zhong Yurong's heart to become more alarmed. After a long silence, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and saw that the pointer had already pointed to 10:30 , stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out, said in a deep voice:

"Got it, hang up."

After speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

Xia Xingfei lay on the bed, hugged Zhong Yurong's quilt tightly and rolled around, the tip of his nose was filled with the familiar white sandalwood on Zhong Yurong's body, after thinking for a while, he sent Zhong Yurong the scene of bumping into Zhong Zhichun in the hospital when he was rushing to make an announcement today, and sent Word matching:

"I saw your dad at the gate of the hospital today, and I was scolded by him again, let me stay away from you [poor] [poor]"

"However, I went back on the spot. Even my father-in-law can't insult people like that!"

Zhong Yurong seemed to be busy, and he didn't reply for a long time. Xia Xingfei curled his lips in dissatisfaction, fell on the bed, kissed Zhong Yurong's screensaver wallpaper, and then got up again, and began to conceive of the upcoming release. song.

Zhong Yurong didn't know what happened at Xia Xingfei's side, and naturally he didn't see the news that Xia Xingfei sent him about Zhong Zhichun's admission to the hospital, so when he drove all the way to Zhong's house, it was already close to twelve o'clock.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and it was already autumn, so it was impossible to get too hot. Zhong Yurong was still sweating, and jumped out of the car almost staggeringly, and rushed towards Zhong Zhai like a whirlwind. He bumped into Zhong Xuejin head-on:

"........"

Zhong Xuejin was relatively slender and thin, and it was just right to be held in the arms of Qi Qingyun, who was still a teenager, but when she was hit by Zhong Yurong, a tall and straight adult man, she was knocked half a meter into the air, staggered a few steps, and bang He fell to the ground with a bang, clutching his buttocks, tears came out from the pain: "..."

But Zhong Yurong seems to have been a little indifferent to Zhong Xuejin's screams of pain, his eyes just turned briefly, his eyes fell on Zhong Xuejin's slightly painful face, and then he quickly moved away, his voice was as hard as a stone :

"Are you OK?"

That tone and demeanor didn't seem like caring about your younger brother, but like looking at a stranger.

Zhong Xue endured the pain from her tailbone to her scalp, her palms were propped on the cold floor, and she was about to stand up by herself, but Zhong Yurong suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out her palm to pull him up. Staggering to stand still, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Xue put her palms behind her back, feeling the rare closeness of her elder brother, she felt a little excited in her heart, and shook her head:

"fine."

But he didn't dare to make it too obvious, so he could only lower his head secretly, with his hands behind his back. This cowering look was like a moldy little mushroom in a dark corner, and the one in his memory who was killed by her husband and family members. The doting and wanton Zhong Xue was completely different, causing Zhong Yurong to frown calmly. Thinking of his dead brother, his thoughts flooded his heart like a tide instantly, making his heart tingle for a moment. I tried my best to suppress the irritability in my heart, turned my footsteps, and brushed Zhong Xuejin's shoulder directly, avoiding to look at Zhong Xuejin's face that was exactly the same as his brother's, his tone was very calm, but with a little eagerness:

"The classmate who came to look for you today, what about others?"

Now he is very eager to see that person who looks exactly like Qi Qingyun, although he knows it's impossible, Zhong Yurong still looks forward to it——

What if that is Qi Qingyun's younger brother or someone else related?

Although Qi Qingyun is an orphan, maybe his parents are still alive, so it would not be surprising to add a younger brother to him.

Just letting him see that face was considered a comfort.

"......"

Zhong Xuejin looked at Zhong Yurong's urgent appearance at this time, her eyes dimmed, and her tone gradually became a little cold:

"He was in Yousui's room. The two of us were tired from playing, so we went to bed first."

"Isn't there a guest room at home?" Zhong Yurong frowned, a little unwillingly:

"Why don't you let the guests sleep in the guest room?"

"...Yousui pestered him to sleep with him."

Zhong Xuejin was a little apprehensive about Qi Yousui pestering Qi Qingyun to read him bedtime stories, but at this time, she was extremely glad that Qi Qingyun missed the opportunity to meet Zhong Yurong because of this, and calmly Pinch your fingers into your palm, use the pain to hide your joy, and calmly said:

"They are all asleep, come back tomorrow."

As long as Qi Qingyun wakes up tomorrow, he can find a way to take Qi Qingyun away to prevent Qi Qingyun from recognizing her elder brother.

Zhong Yurong didn't know the small calculation in Zhong Xuejin's mind. Hearing that Qi Qingyun had fallen asleep, he was a little bit unwilling, and felt that it was a bit inexplicable to pull him up from the bed just to see him, so he turned around anxiously, and finally bit Gritting his teeth, he decided to go up and have a look.

Zhong Xuejin froze, looked at Zhong Yurong's back, suddenly panicked, picked her fingers nervously and tangled up, her eyes suddenly turned red, her pupils were full of undercurrents, and she called Zhong Yurong without hesitation:

"Big brother!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Yurong stopped because of this name, turned around, and when his face was completely exposed to the light, he revealed a pair of eyebrows that could kill flies when he wrinkled, and his tone was very indifferent:

"Didn't I tell you not to call me big brother?"

"I only have one younger brother." Zhong Yurong glanced pointedly at Zhong Xuejin who seemed to be "overwhelmed" in front of him, a little impatient:

"Because of this face, my dad brought you back. But our Zhong family provides you with delicious food and drink, not to make you trouble me, you know?"

"......" Zhong Xuejin lowered her head, twisted the hem of the clothes with her fingertips, and said nothing, that cowardly appearance attracted Zhong Yurong to turn her head away, and it took a long time to suppress the impatience in her heart and be patient road:

"Go back to your room and sleep, it's getting late."

"...It's really late."

When Zhong Xue heard the words, she suddenly smiled, but the smile looked a little stiff, like a rough meticulous painting on a piece of white cloth, revealing the strong contradiction and conflict with the master's true mood. unnatural:

"It's twelve o'clock, aren't you going to accompany Mrs. Xia?"

"..."

Zhong Yurong suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was offended, the veins in his arms stretched, and he was confused by Zhong Xuejin's words, he gritted his teeth and said:

"How do you know Xia......"

He obviously protected the other party very well, how could Zhong Xuejin know...

"If you want to be unknown, you have to do nothing yourself.*"

This sentence was taught by Zhong Yurong himself to Zhong Xuejin, and now Zhong Xuejin used all his brains on his elder brother, with a slight smile, the smile on the corner of his mouth turned out to be chilling for no reason, and said softly:

"I think elder brother should spend more time with Sister-in-law Xia. Dad doesn't like Sister-in-law Xia in the first place. If he finds out that you are still dealing with him secretly, he might..."

Zhong Xue didn't continue to speak, and just clicked to the end, but the hint in her tone was very strong, which had to make Zhong Yurong lose her balance.

Zhong Yurong stared at Zhong Xuejin's half-smile face, took a deep breath, and was about to say something more, but the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated again, and he picked it up subconsciously, just in time to see the message Xia Xingfei had sent him. Information, including the one about his quarrel with Zhong Zhichun today.

Zhong Yurong's expression froze for a moment, and Zhong Xuejin's words were like a basin of cold water being poured over his head, making his hands and feet stiff, and his blood was so cold that it almost stagnated.Unexpectedly, the scene of Zhong Zhichun angrily forcing himself to go on a blind date with the ladies and young masters of the aristocratic family with a crutch popped up in his mind, and he even threatened him with Xia Xingfei's stardom, and after a long while, he finally couldn't help rubbing his head. He rubbed his eyebrows.

In the end, he was still worried that Xia Xingfei's thoughts would gain the upper hand. Zhong Yurong stood there and hesitated for a while, thinking that it would be all right to see it tomorrow, so he raised his head and glanced at Qi Yousui's room, then looked down at his watch, raised his head and looked up. Foot walked to the door.

Looking at Zhong Yurong's back, Zhong Xuejin sighed silently, and the raised heart slowly fell to the ground. She raised her eyes and glanced at the door of Qi Yousui's room, and slowly walked up the stairs. Standing at the door of the room, took a deep breath, then opened the door and walked out.

Qi Yousui is only 16 years old at the moment, full of energy, how could he fall asleep so easily.

As if he wanted to make up for the fatherly love that Qi Qingyun failed to give him more than ten years ago, he lay on the bed dangling his legs, pestering Qi Qingyun to read him a bedtime story.

Qi Qingyun put his cricket box in the drawer, raised her head and asked him: "What bedtime story do you want me to tell you?"

Qi Yousui rolled his big round eyes, jumped off the bed suddenly, put on his shoes and took out a storybook from the safe like a baby, before Zhong Xue called him "don't just run to the bed with your shoes on" With a smile on her face, Shi kicked off her shoes and threw herself back onto the soft quilt, holding the book in front of Qi Qingyun:

"Read this to me, will you?"

Qi Qingyun sat next to Qi Yousui, propped up one leg, took the storybook and flipped through it:

"..."The Daughter of the Sea"?"

"OK!"

Qi Yousui held his head and nodded vigorously. A pair of Qi Qingyun's eyes were shining brightly, like falling stars, but his expression was as simple as his mother who died early, and urged in a low voice:

"Read to me, read to me."

Qi Qingjun lowered her head when she heard the words, and wiped the fairy tale book with her palm. She felt that the cover of the book was still a little rough. When she opened the book inside, the pages had already turned yellow, and she seemed to be able to feel the graininess floating up. Frowning:

"How long ago was this book?"

".......Can not remember."

Qi Yousui thought hard, counted with his fingers, and seemed a little uncertain:

"Like 12 years ago? My mom bought it for me."

"..."

Zhong Xue was arranging Qi Yousui's randomly placed shoes beside the bed. Hearing this, she paused, retracted her hand, and subconsciously looked at Qi Yousui's side face:

"........"

"It has been preserved so well after such a long time."

Qi Qingyun smiled, patted Qi Yousui on the head, and raised her voice:

"You must love your mother very much too?"

When he said this, although his eyes met Qi Yousui's, he still looked at Zhong Xuejin intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eye.

".......dislike."

Qi Yousui frowned, as if he was talking angrily, or complaining, awkwardly like a little girl:

"My mother...he doesn't like me, and I don't care about him."

"......"

Qi Qingyun smiled helplessly, moved her palms down, and pinched the back of Qi Yousui's neck as if to comfort her:

"Stupid words again, there is no parent in the world who doesn't love their children."

"My mother just doesn't like me. If he really liked me, he wouldn't leave me alone."

Qi Yousui bit his lips angrily, as if he didn't want to mention the extremely painful memory in his memory, he got under the quilt, kicked the quilt, and said vaguely:

"Do you still miss it?"

"Read." Qi Qingyun glanced at him, held up the book, her voice was low, like clouds in the mountains, gentle and gentle:

"In the depths of the deep ocean, there is a kingdom of mermaids. Aquaman has 6 beautiful daughters...*"

Qi Yousui closed his eyes slowly, and listening to Qi Qingyun's words, he felt as if his whole body was surrounded by the sun, which was warm. He couldn't help leaning towards Qi Qingyun, and put his head on Qi Qingyun's. On the lap, drowsy.

Through the thin fabric, Qi Qingyun seemed to feel that Qi Yousui's body temperature was a bit scorching, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, thinking that it was normal for a young man's body temperature to be high, and wanted to continue reading the story, but aside Zhong Xuejin didn't know what he thought of, his expression suddenly became a little serious, he stood up suddenly, and patted Qi Yousui:

"Qi Yousui, you haven't brushed your teeth today, go brush your teeth before going to bed!"

Qi Yousui suddenly woke up from a light sleep, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and mumbled in Qi Qingyun's arms vaguely:

"It's okay if I don't brush today..."

"No, you ate a lot of grapes today. If you don't brush your teeth before going to bed, it's easy to get tooth decay."

Zhong Xuejin pulled Qi Yousui up from the clothes very forcefully, carried him into the bathroom, made toothpaste for him, and even put away the water in the cup, urging:

"Quick, brush your teeth and go to bed."

Qi Yousui was half-dream and half-awake like a sleepwalker, and his mind seemed to be a little unclear. He moved slowly like a turtle, picked up his toothbrush and started to brush his teeth lazily.

Qi Qingyun leaned against the door and looked at the mother and son, and said with a smile:

"Only one day, it's so easy to get tooth decay, I have to get people out of bed."

"His teeth are fragile. He has been like this since he was a child. He is easy to get decayed if he doesn't look at him."

Zhong Xue glanced at Qi Qingyun, seeing Qi Yousui spit out the water in his mouth, and then he was relieved.

After Qi Yousui spit out the water, he always felt that his mouth was sticky and smelled of blood. He thought that his gums were bleeding from eating too much grapes, so he didn't care too much. Swallowing it down, he staggered back to bed and fell asleep.

Seeing that his son had finally fallen asleep, Zhong Xuejin walked over, bent down and covered Qi Yousui with a quilt, hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed his son's eyebrows, and whispered, "Sweet dream."

Qi Yousui seemed to feel Zhong Xuejin's gentle breath, his frowning brows were slightly loosened, he whimpered in his dream like a baby animal, and called "Mom" vaguely, and then instinctively Groping, holding Zhong Xuejin's hand.

Zhong Xuejin let him hold her, and her originally cold eyebrows became extremely gentle at this moment. Qi Qingyun walked over, hugged Zhong Xuejin in her arms, and patted him on the back:

"Sleep with my son today, he actually misses you a lot."

A storybook has been hidden silently for a long time, even if there is a gap in my heart, it is a lie to say that I don't want my mother.

Zhong Xuejin was a little entangled when he heard the words, and when he thought of the illness that had not yet been cured, he was a little panicked:

"But I'm afraid of hurting my son..."

"It's okay, I'm here." Qi Qingyun touched Zhong Xuejin's head reassuringly, held Zhong Xuejin's face in both hands, bent down and kissed the red mole on the center of his brow, with an unusually solemn tone:

"As long as I'm here, neither of you will be hurt."

"........"

Zhong Xuejin raised her head, looked at Qi Qingyun with deep eyes, stood up suddenly, threw herself into Qi Qingyun's arms, and kissed Qi Qingyun's lips forcefully.

Qi Qingyun was taken aback by his sudden movement, but subconsciously opened her arms to catch Zhong Xuejin's slender figure, held him firmly in her arms, opened her mouth gently and let the other party look like a little girl. It raged on the tip of his tongue like a dog.

Zhong Xuejin's kiss has no rules, even after so many years of practice, it is still very green and unfamiliar, Qi Qingyun pressed him against the wall, put his palm on the back of his head to prevent him from being hurt, and let Zhong Xuejin fall on the wall With a strong force, he turned off the light in Qi Yousui's room, and gently raised his head.

The surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher, and it seemed that the car would not be able to stop, Qi Qingyun put his shoulders on Zhong Xuejin's body, and when he was about to take the last step, he pushed Zhong Xuejin away suddenly.

By the light of the moon, Qi Qingyun could see clearly that Zhong Xuejin's lips were red and swollen, and she was looking at him with rippling eyes.

Qi Qingyun silently recited the Qingxin Jue in her heart, helped Zhong Xue straighten her messy hair, suppressed her hoarse voice, and said in a low voice:

"The son is still here, let's wait a few years."

"But I..."

"No, you don't want to." No matter how hard Qi Qingyun couldn't help it, she would not be able to touch the other's head in front of her sleeping son. Seeing that Zhong Xuejin's face was still a little hot, she reluctantly pushed him into the bathroom. Turn on the cold water tap and hand it over to Zhong Xuejin, whispering:

"Take a cold shower and calm down."

It was the last time Zhong Xue was rejected like this, she curled her lips, and wanted to pester her again.

Qi Qingyun was about to be tormented to death by him, but he stuck to the age line of the two of them, shook his head and rejected Zhong Xuejin, and even closed the door of the bathroom as if to escape the moment Zhong Xuejin wanted to post it. He left Qi Yousui's room.

At this time, his back was drenched with sweat, and he couldn't help it, but he was much more restrained than Zhong Xue, knowing what to do and what not to do.

Standing on the spot and calming down for a while, Qi Qingyun raised her foot and was about to go downstairs to blow some air in the garden to vent the fire, but just as she turned around, a tall and straight familiar figure suddenly appeared in her sight , causing him to widen his eyes in shock, and couldn't help but squeeze out a salutation that he had said a thousand times:

"...Brother?!"

When I came back to get the materials, Zhong Yurong who happened to have a face-to-face meeting with Qi Qingyun "..."

He just drove halfway before realizing that he didn't have any documents. After thinking about it, he turned the steering wheel and went back to Zhong Zhai. As a result, he just entered the door and went to the second floor, when he bumped into Qi Qingyun who came out of Qi Yousui's door. : "..."

The two people stared at each other blankly, their hearts were full of turbulent waves, their hearts were churning endlessly, but their faces were equally numb, their legs breathed as if they had taken root, and they looked at each other for a while. After a long time, Zhong Yurong slowly came to his senses, Qingyun's elder brother obviously cared a lot about that sentence, and couldn't help frowning:

"What did you call me?!"

"........"

Qi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she was reborn, she shook her head dumbfounded, stepped forward a few steps, and exposed her entire face to Zhong Yurong's sight, under the expression of seeing a ghost, she lowered her head Channel:

"Brother, I'm really Qi Qingyun."

"you........"

Zhong Yurong didn't expect that the Qi Qingyun in the housekeeper's mouth was exactly the same as the one in the photo. No wonder the other party kept calling Qi Qingyun "Uncle", but after all, Zhong Yurong has been working hard in the mall for so many years, it is impossible to easily believe Qi Qingyun's words , squinting his eyes, his eyes shot up and down Qi Qingyun's body like X-rays, as if he wanted to see him as a flower, and said coldly:

"Who the hell are you?! How can you be so similar to someone I know?! And have the same name as him?!"

The most reasonable reason Zhong Yurong originally thought of was that the person in front of him might be Qi Qingyun's younger brother or something, but he didn't expect that Qi Qingyun insisted that he was the dead Qi Qingyun herself, which made Zhong Yurong half-believing.

Seeing that Zhong Yurong still didn't believe it, Qi Qingyun smiled helplessly, afraid that Zhong Xuejin would be disturbed by the conversation between herself and Zhong Yurong, so she thought about it and said in a low voice:

"Brother, let's go to the study and make it clear."

After speaking, he raised his feet and walked straight towards the study.

The internal structure of Zhong's house is complicated, and even those who have been here once or twice may not be able to fully understand the layout inside, not to mention that there are many materials in Zhong Yurong's study, which are even more secretive, but Qi Qingyun seems to be like the owner here It seems that he is very familiar with the structure here, and even stepped into the study one step ahead of Zhong Yurong.

Zhong Yurong stared dumbfounded at Qi Qingyun walked to the sofa by the study and sat down, leisurely poured himself a glass of water to drink, seeing that he hadn't returned, even raised his eyelids, and asked suspiciously said a sentence:

"Brother, why don't you come and sit down?"

"........."

Now Zhong Yurong really felt a little weird about Qi Qingyun's origin, he calmly took out his phone, sent Qi Qingyun's photo to his assistant, and asked him to find out Qi Qingyun's identity, and then He also sat down opposite Qi Qingyun, like a strict Party A examining Party B, staring at Qi Qingyun intently, and said seriously:

"Tell me the truth, who are you?"

"I'm really Qi Qingyun." Qi Qingyun didn't know how many times she repeated this sentence, but she was still very patient:

"If you don't believe me, you can ask a few questions to test me."

Zhong Yurong had this intention. After all, he was indeed deceived by someone who looked like Qi Qingyun before. He folded his arms and let his body sink into the sofa, squinted his eyes, and suddenly said:

"When did you first meet me?"

Qi Qingyun thought for a while, "Freshman, when Xuejin and I were going to watch a movie, we happened to meet you on the way."

bingo.

Zhong Yurong's complexion did not soften because of Qi Qingyun's answer, but became more vigilant, always feeling that Qi Qingyun was up to no good, and even investigated a lot of news in advance, and immediately threw a few questions to test him like a cannonball :

"When my dad forced you to break up with my brother, which restaurant did you two meet?"

"Lanyu, Xuanbingyuan Tianxiang Hall."

"What did you tell me when you married my brother?"

"I will love him and protect him for the rest of my life."

No matter what questions Zhong Yurong asked, Qi Qingyun always answered them fluently.

Zhong Yurong's complexion was a little loose, and he was about to ask another question when the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang suddenly, breaking the tense atmosphere in an instant.

Zhong Yurong subconsciously glanced at the time on the phone, and saw that it was already past twelve o'clock, and at this time, Xia Xingfei's urgent call also arrived as scheduled.

But Zhong Yurong is not in the mood to care about Xia Xingfei anymore, he ruthlessly cut off the phone, suddenly raised his head, and asked that crucial question, his voice was slow, but his eyes were as sharp as a cheetah, as if once Qi Qingyun answered wrongly, before The trust that has been built will all crumble:

"... What was the last time you and I met, what was the last word you said to me?"

Qi Qingyun was startled when he heard the words, and Zhong Yurong, who was as young and vigorous as him 16 years ago, reappeared in front of him, and his fingertips slowly pinched into the palm of his hand, unexpectedly feeling a little pain belatedly.

His voice was choked, and it took him a long time to spit out a few broken words, and his eyes were already full of water:

"I was saying..."

"Brother, the grapes are ripe, when are you going to make wine for me and Yinyin to taste?"

"........."

As soon as the voice fell, the room was silent.

Zhong Yurong trembled all over, his eyes slowly turned red, as if filled with terrifying blood, and then he rushed forward, hugging Qi Qingyun tightly, almost weeping with joy, his voice trembling like a zither string that could be broken at any time :

"It's you, Ajun, it's really you!"

His face was mixed with joy and bewilderment, because he was too excited, he started to tremble all over, almost incoherent, the 40-year-old man looked like a child in front of Qi Qingyun at this moment, his expression was full of joy of finding something lost, which made him aroused Even Qi Qingyun couldn't help but turn red, and stretched out her hand to hug Zhong Yurong. The two people who once became confidants because of the same ambitions crossed the obstacles of time.