Well... It's really good! Ling still couldn't help laughing.
After seeing Yi Qianjin's video call, Yi Qianjin also yells to make a video call to his father and Hao Jifei.
"Well behaved, we're here. It's a little secret between us. Didn't we say that we won't tell Daddy for the time being? Well, Mommy will call Guan Bo and let Guan Bo find Xiao Fei and have a video call with you. " Ling still said.
She has made an agreement with the children about coming here, but she can't tell ah Jin. As for the real identity of the teacher's mother, it's actually their grandmother. Ling still plans to wait until the children are older.
After all, the gratitude and resentment is not clear in a few words.
So, a moment later, Yi Qianjin holding Ling's mobile phone, chatted with Hao Jifei on the other side of the video.
Ling still asked his eldest son, "do you want to have a video call with anyone? Well, of course, except for daddy. "
The little guy shakes his head. He doesn't think much about the video. In fact, he doesn't understand why Xiaoci and Xiaojin are so happy with the video phone.
It's like the person in the video is very important to them.
But for him, the only things that really matter are daddy, Mommy, Xiaoci, Xiaojin, and others!
At night, Ling is still looking at the three children who have been sleeping, with a slight smile on her lips. Then she takes out her mobile phone and sends a text message to Yi Jinli.
"Don't worry about peace." She just sent out this sentence.
In yizhai, Yi Jinli looks at the short message in the mobile phone, and her slender fingers gently brush every word on the mobile phone.
"How can I not read it? Still, come back early, I miss you." He murmured.
He is so miss her, miss her temperature, her breath, her everything....
"good night." His mouth, slowly spit out these two words, lips across the screen of the mobile phone, kiss on the four words.
Don't worry about peace!
Don't worry about peace!
But every word seems to be firmly engraved in his mind, and then his heart is full of "reading"
...
in the famous five-star luxury presidential suite in Shenzhen, a tall and handsome man looks at the photos on the coffee table one by one, and all the protagonists in these photos are Hao Jifei.
It's just that none of them are with their eyes in the focus. Obviously, these photos are all taken secretly.
"This child is the child born to Hao Yimeng?" The man asked.
"Yes, but we can't be 100% sure, because Hao Yimeng is dead now, so we can't do DNA testing." Standing in front of a man, this skinny man in his 40s, with a beard, is a famous private detective in Shenzhen.
"It doesn't matter. What I want to prove is not that she has anything to do with Hao Yimeng. If you think of a way, I'll get his blood or hair samples." The man said.
"It's not a big problem." Private detective said so, after all, in his opinion, this is just a child foster in the Yi family, how difficult can it be.
"Besides, I don't want a third person to know about it. If I find out that you have disclosed it to others in the future, you should know what will happen." The man cold way.
Private detective Yilin, hastened to answer, "yes, yes, I understand, there will never be a third person to know!"