Chapter 242

Zhao Qiqing's body was stunned, and her tightened fist slowly loosened, "you, you know I'm not..."

Do you know that she is not the child of Zhao's father and mother?

Her voice trembled a little. It was like stepping on a high steel cable and shaking.

Old Zhou sighed faintly when he heard Zhao Qiqing's words.

With this sigh, his sideburns seemed to turn a lot whiter in an instant.

He put down his brush, "yes, when you were brought back by your father, such a small one kept crying and didn't eat anything, but it took your mother a lot of effort..."

Mr. Zhou fell into his own meeting and thought of the heavy past at that time. Now he is turned out with emotion.

"Grandpa..."

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhao Qiqing's eyes. It turned out that old Zhou had always known.

Is that... She can still be grandpa's granddaughter now?

Over there, Mr. Zhou stood up and came to the window with his back to Zhao Qiqing and his hands behind him.

His bent figure was pulled very long by the moonlight, with a little bleak smell.

"Now that you know your life experience, it must have changed in a city."

Zhao Qiqing's mouth opened, "it's... Anlin. He's my biological father, isn't he?"

"What are you talking about?" Old Zhou suddenly turned and looked at Zhao Qiqing. The surprise in his eyes was not like fraud.

"Is Anlin your biological father? Are you sure?"

Zhao Qiqing covered her surprise and nodded: "yes, I have a birthmark, and other evidence also proves my life experience."

"No way, how? How can you be Anlin's child?"

Mr. Zhou muttered to himself. He couldn't believe it. "Shouldn't be. Didn't Tianyu say he didn't know..."

"Grandpa, do you know anything?" Zhao Qiqing took a few steps forward, with some haste in her voice.

She didn't know why she grew up in the Zhao family and who took her away from the hospital.

I thought that since Zhou Lao knew his identity, he would know some other things, but things were not as she thought.

In Zhao Qiqing's expectant eyes, Zhou Lao sighed in a low voice,

"No, at the beginning, Tianyu and your mother didn't say you were an Lin's child, but said you were an abandoned child on the roadside. At that time, your mother just had a miscarriage and brought you back at the first sight."

Old Zhou was no less shocked than Zhao Qiqing. "No wonder he heard that the newborn child of the Anlin family was lost at that time. It turned out to be so..."

"Now that you know your life experience, don't worry about Anlin."

Mr. Zhou paused for a moment and suddenly decided to pat the table. The wet ink on the table splashed a small black flower with the old man's action.

"HMM... but the evidence I provided before will not be revoked. He must pay a price for what he did to his father and Sheng Hui."

"Alas... You have a good idea, but Anlin..."

Mr. Zhou paused, his voice gradually decreased, and didn't go on.

Zhao Qiqing was thinking about her own affairs at this time, and didn't hear the second half of Zhou Lao's sentence.

After opening his words, the stone that had been pressing on Zhao Qiqing was immediately removed. The whole person was much more relaxed, and the conversation gradually returned to the original feeling.

She bent down and forcefully took away the tea at old Zhou's hand. "Don't drink too much tea at night. Why do you ask Fu xishen about his mother? Do you know his mother?"

"His mother, Yang Zhenzhen, is your mother's best friend. When they were pregnant at the same time, they joked that they would give you a baby kiss. Who knows now..."

"Alas..." old Zhou said and sighed again.

It's not painful for a white haired man to send a black haired man in the world. It's been a pain in his heart for so many years.

"How did Fu xishen's mother... Die?" Zhao Qiqing suppressed the shock and discomfort in her heart and asked tentatively.

Old Zhou shook his head with regret in his eyes: "I don't know the details, but I can't escape from Fu xishen's stepmother. Yang Zhenzhen died not long after she gave birth to him."

"Li Shurong?" Zhao Qiqing widened her eyes and couldn't believe it.

Fu xishen also called Li Shurong's mother for so many years

Zhao Qiqing suddenly dared not think down.

"You should not know about it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"Well, I won't say."

Unless Li Shurong dies again

Zhao Qiqing secretly added the second half of the sentence.

After that, Zhao Qiqing told Zhou Lao about leaving tomorrow. Although Zhou Lao was reluctant, he didn't say a word to stay in the end.

Just tell Zhao Qiqing what grievances she has suffered and come to tell him.

An hour later, Zhao Qiqing came out of her study with red eyes.

"How's it going? What did Mr. Zhou say?"

"Ah! The sudden sound startled Zhao Qiqing.

Looking up, Fu xishen didn't know when he was waiting for her outside the door. He even took a book in his hand.

"How did you..."

She wants to ask why you're here. Are you waiting for me? But when the words came to his mouth, he felt a little hypocritical and swallowed them back again.

"I'm waiting for you." Fu Xi's deep thin lips opened gently, with a slight coolness in the corridor, "what does old Zhou say?"

Fu xishen narrowed his eyes and extended his long arm, pulling Zhao Qiqing, who was stunned in situ and thin, into his arms.

Her nose was so straight that it hit the man's hard chest.

If it weren't for the soft sweater on her body, Zhao Qiqing would almost collapse her nose.

"It's a little cold. I'll hold it and listen to you."

Zhao Qiqing's face is slightly red, and there is a strong Mint smell in her nose: "..."

"Grandpa said he knew and knew I wasn't my parents' child, but he still recognized me."

Because Zhao Qiqing's face is buried in her chest, her voice is stuffy, with a little nasal sound. It sounds a little wronged.

Fu xishen frowned slightly and patted Zhao Qiqing's delicate back with his hand. At the same time, he gave a low "um".

"Shall we go back tomorrow?"

I've been here long enough. There are still many things to deal with in city a, and Anlin's case will be tried in public.

"OK." Fu xishen replied in a low voice, and seemed to agree unconditionally to any decision Zhao Qiqing made.

The two held each other in the corridor for a while. Finally, Zhao Qiqing couldn't stand the hot face, so he pushed away, "well, I have to catch a plane tomorrow, go to bed early, good night!"

Fu xishen's eyes were dark and didn't let Zhao Qiqing see the disappointment that flashed inside.

"OK, good night." Looking at Zhao Qiqing's back, the corners of his lips made an imperceptible arc.