"Cough, cough..."
Su Haitang choked violently, put down his cup in embarrassment, and hurriedly took out his handkerchief to wipe the water stains on his body.
"Slow down."
Yan FangQiong gently told her to reach out and handed over a clean pink handkerchief. The color was as elegant as the enchanting peach blossoms on the branches in March.
Su Haitang coughed for a while and drank two more mouthfuls before pressing down the discomfort in his throat. He asked anxiously, "so, you know he Yuzhu very well? Have you seen her picture?"
Jane Ruyi didn't understand why she was so obsessed with he Yuzhu and had such a big reaction. She quietly replied, "yes, I just saw it at the end of last year. There's nothing wrong. I remember right, aunt?"
Yan FangQiong nodded her head gently and chased Su Haitang greedily, as if she didn't see enough.
Aunt song chimed in: "Miss Biao was right. I read the photos and materials together. I wanted to help find clues from inside, but I still didn't find anything."
Su Haitang opened his mouth and tongue tied for a while. Aunt song urged her to change her wet coat for fear that she would really catch a cold.
"Aunt song, I'm fine. I work all over the world. I'm strong."
Su Haitang smiled hastily at Aunt song, and thunder was still rumbling in his mind.
He Yuzhu is not the fish she imagined to slip through the net, but one of the focuses of he jiachangnian's attention. She has even seen photos!
This means that there is nothing strange about he Yuzhu's appearance! Otherwise, there will be no trouble later.
Is her guess wrong? He Yuzhu is not the he Mingzhu of his previous life? Now these are not the ghosts behind Su HaiYan's back?
How is that possible?
Su Haitang was confused in his mind. He took a deep breath, calmed himself, thought about the differences between the previous life and the present, and asked slowly.
"If, I mean if."
Su Haitang stressed that although he felt it was inappropriate to ask export questions, he could not care so much.
She's really in a mess now!
"If you don't find me, then, in such a critical situation as before, who will you, or head he, take over and play the role of he Mingzhu?"
Jane Ruyi was stunned. Looking at Yan FangQiong and aunt song with the same inexplicable look, she asked in surprise, "how do you think of asking such inexplicable questions? Don't you like us?"
Su Haitang shook his head. As the last question was asked, his chaotic mind seemed to find a way out.
"My birth was not recorded in the municipal hospital. It was an accident for you to find me. If you didn't find me."
She paused, thinking more and more smoothly.
"Then, according to the concern of head he for you, I will also pick up a sensible girl to be he Mingzhu, treat her as my own, and help her solve the problem of Hukou work."
"He Yuzhu, isn't she very likable? Isn't she singing very well? Is her voice very sweet?"
Therefore, in previous lives, we can take advantage of the potential of the he family to join the general political song and dance troupe and go to the Spring Festival Gala.
That's right.
Most likely, Su Haiyan also knew the details of that year and used them early. While secretly holding gaomen's golden thigh, she didn't forget to write an anonymous letter to pit her. It's the idea of killing with a knife. Use the cheated and angry he family to kill her.
Su Haiyan did grow.
Su Haitang thought through the whole thing and was half relieved.
The other half is what she has avoided talking about. Her appearance is similar to Yan FangQiong.
Before, I could explain it by hitting my face by coincidence, but now I have speculated that the rest of the children, including he Mingzhu in previous lives, have no similarities with the he family in appearance, so the problem is not so simple.
And she can't continue to avoid it.
She could really be a child of the he family.
The key to the problem comes back again. If you want to know the truth of that year, you can only ask Liu lancui who produced it himself and doctor Ma Quanyou who was present.
The latter is more important, but he has died for many years!