Chapter 123

Shen Qianshu, "..."

The nanny car first sent Lin Xiaojuan and the brokerage team back to brilliant entertainment, and then sent the mother and son home.

Shen Qianshu took the children's painting, waved goodbye to the driver, pushed four suitcases, and was about to go upstairs. Unexpectedly, he met six people downstairs, two women and four men, all young and middle-aged. One of them, a beautiful woman, who was not old, rushed up excitedly at the sight of the children's painting.

"Children's painting, aunt finally found you, finally found you." She held the little child painting, crying, even the wolf crying ghost howling, and her voice was sharp. The little child portrait was held by the most annoying strange aunt. The woman's voice was so loud that his ears hurt. The child painting couldn't open. As soon as she was angry, she slapped him.

"Go away, can you hold me at will?"

The woman's cry seemed to be the highest point of Beijing opera, and suddenly stopped. I didn't expect that Tong Hua would suddenly hit him.

Children's paintings have never cried for help from childhood.

Even if Shen Qianshu was around, he didn't say to let go of me, or Mommy saved me. He directly started to fight by himself. His image in front of the media was all fake. He was a little violent maniac.

Shen Qianshu was just scared silly. She was stunned by her little aunt. She reacted and hurriedly pulled the children's painting. The woman was beaten. The man on the side pointed to the children's painting, "are you educated? Even the elders are beaten?"

"What kind of elder do you count me? The Republic of China is mostly my elder than me. Can I be filial?" The little boy drew his mouth and drew it back neatly. Seeing that this group of people were very unhappy, it seemed that the comer was not good.

Suddenly I miss my brother in black.

Shen Qianshu pulled over the children's painting, his face cold, "who are you?"

"They are his relatives. They came to pick him up today." A man shouted, pointing to the crying woman, "this is her little aunt, kiss her little aunt."

The woman stood up and looked at Shen Qianshu. She was very jealous. If she had raised children's paintings in those days, she was the woman who lived in a mansion today, wearing beautiful clothes, not the beautiful woman in front of her. She endured and wiped her tears.

"Miss Shen, I'm sorry to make you laugh. We met once. My name is Yang Xiaohua, and I'm Yang Lihua's sister."

Shen Qianshu looked at the woman in front of him and almost couldn't recognize it.

Yang Lihua, the mother of Tong Hua, was dying, and Yang Xiaohua was in the hospital.

That year, Yang Xiaohua was 18 years old, just an adult, two years younger than Shen Qianshu, and a handsome college student. A few years later, she could hardly recognize it and changed a lot. Xiuli was beautiful, but she looked a few years older than her.

"Oh, hello." Shen Qianshu frowned and tightened the hand of Tong Hua, "Tong Hua, this is really your aunt."

The woman looked at the children's painting expectantly, and the children's painting rolled its eyes, which was not surprising.

The man beside said, "are you polite, young..."

"It's not your turn to teach my son!" Shen Qianshu said sternly, his eyes were so sharp that the man shut his mouth, but he was not convinced. They brought four men, and they were not afraid of Shen Qianshu at all.

"Don't think I don't know who your son is. Your son died long ago. This is sister Lihua's son. It's shameless."

This sentence, in Shen Qianshu's heart, stabbed a bloody knife.

The child's painting was full of anger. "I'm Shen Qianshu's son. My surname is Shen. I only recognize Shen Qianshu's family in this world. Where do you come from, where do you go?"

"Tong Hua, my aunt misses you very much. Don't be like this..."