Chapter 452

When the cold deeply looked at her, smile to hook the lips.

Then reach out and get the information.

But take in of, just want to open, but by song Qinghuan to press and hold. Her small face was extremely tangled: "that Or I'll do it. "

The smile of shiyuhan's mouth was even worse. In the dim light, it seemed that there was still some evil spirit. Then it handed the information to song Qinghuan.

Song Qinghuan took it in his hand, just like a hot taro, left is not right.

For a while to see the information on hand, for a while to see the cold, hesitant, has not been opened.

“……” I don't say anything when I'm in the cold. It's up to her anyway.

Song Qinghuan began to become restless and restless. He stretched out his hand and casually pulled his collar. He murmured: "that, suddenly it's hot and cold. I'm going to pour a glass of water, so you see!"

After that, he handed the data set back to Shi Yuhan, and then got up and ran to the kitchen, leaving her helpless face.

When she poured the water, her fingers trembled slightly and her heart was pounding.

Looking up, she Gulu Gulu drank a glass of water, and then poured another glass, and then went out.

When she came out again, the information bag had already been opened. When she looked at the identification book, she turned her eyes to her: "do you want me to tell you the answer, eh?"

Song Qinghuan clenched the cup and said, "yes, you say!"

When the cold indifference tunnel: "you and plain speech, Lu Meiyan, there is no blood relationship."

The water cup in my hand fell to the ground with a clear sound and fell into pieces. Song Qinghuan suddenly froze, dumbfounded, unbelievable.

She has no blood relationship with her brother, her mother.

It's impossible.

Too shocked, song Qinghuan's voice seemed to be choked, and he couldn't make any sound for a long time.

She was a little confused. She quickly sat by her side to protect herself from the cold and reached for the identification certificate.

The above content, let her small face pale, water eyes open greatly, so inconceivable.

"How could it be, how could it be?" She white mouth, half a day to squeeze out these hoarse characters.

At this moment, she was completely confused.

Mother is not his mother, father is not his father, to his best brother, is not his brother, life seems to be overturned, as if there is something in the heart of the general collapse.

When the cold deep eyes, run over a wisp of pity, stretch out his hand to fasten her back brain, press her small face close to his chest, gently said: "it doesn't matter, you still have me!"

Eyes trembled for a while, song Qinghuan looked at him in amazement, although he said light, but she listened in the ear is extremely heavy.

With him? Can she have him? To her, he has not always been ruthless, call it, wave it away.

A strong sour surge on the nose, tears trembling in the red eyes, song Qinghuan at the moment do not want to think, when the cold said this is true or false, hands up his shoulder, embracing his neck, voice with a cry: "how can this happen, they are not my relatives, then my relatives, where are my relatives?"

When the cold distressed to look at her, with both hands to lift her face, in her forehead gently fell a kiss.

Song Qinghuan's tearful eyes were hazy, and his little hand gently touched his chest. He asked in a trembling voice, "I want to see my brother, OK?"