When Qi Zhenlong saw the bag handed over by Tang Yu, he stood up from the chair and knocked over the teacup in his hand, and he didn't care if the tea flowed down his trouser leg.

He looked at the bag in a daze, the blood in his body seemed to solidify, and he took it with shaking hands.

"It's ......"

He raised his head, his throat was dry, and looked at Tang Yu with a little hope in his eyes.

"I was left in an orphanage when I was one year old, and the director said that when he saw me, I only had this thing on me, and I guess it was the day I was born. Tang Yu said calmly.

Qi Zhenlong's heart trembled, untied the bag, and took out a yellowed piece of paper from it, except for the eight characters of birth, there was only one Yu character.

"Hibiscus, it's her. Qi Zhenlong looked at the familiar words, and then looked at the hibiscus flowers on the brocade bag, looked excited, raised his head and said: "Her name is hibiscus, and she said that when her parents got her, they happened to see the hibiscus flowers blooming, so they took this name." ”

At this time, Qi Zhenlong no longer had the coldness of the past, but was obsessed with the embroidery of the brocade, and continued: "Hibiscus likes hibiscus, she can embroider, and she likes to embroider hibiscus the most, I also have a handkerchief there, the same as this embroidery, it must be her." He raised his head and looked at Tang Yu: "You are the daughter of Hibiscus, it must be." ”

Tang Yu's heartbeat skipped a few beats, the fingers hanging by her side curled up, and when she watched him reach out, she subconsciously took a step back.

Qi Zhenlong was stunned, his brows furrowed slightly.

"You don't believe me?"

Tang Yu took a breath and said, "Uncle Qi, maybe this bag is a random note that my biological mother picked up somewhere, and you just conclude that Hibiscus is my mother, which is a bit arbitrary." ”

"This is Hibiscus's words, the flowers she embroidered, and you look so similar to her, every coincidence is just a coincidence. Qi Zhenlong was very pertinent.

Tang Yu didn't speak, just looked at the photos on the desktop and was distracted, is this her biological mother? If so, then their mother and daughter are really alike.

However, she didn't have much of a feeling for the photo.

"You don't seem excited. Qi Zhenlong narrowed his eyes.

Tang Yu lowered his eyes: "As I said just now, I was abandoned in an orphanage when I was one year old, and I have no impression of my biological parents. If this date of birth was mine, I would be fourteen years old at once, and no one has approached me for more than ten years. When I was younger, I didn't have my parents around, and now that I've grown up, they don't matter to me anymore. ”

Qi Zhenlong heard the meaning of her words, and his eagle eyes narrowed: "You hate them." ”

Tang Yu raised his head and smiled: "If there is no love, how can you hate?"

"You ......"

"Abandonment is abandonment, that's a fact. ”

Qi Zhenlong's eyebrows furrowed into a Sichuan character, and said: "Ah Jin is a kind and beautiful woman, she will not do anything to abandon her own flesh and blood, maybe there is something inside, before the truth is known, you should not blame her." ”

Tang Yu still smiled and said, "It's not abandonment, so why are my birth dates and names in the bag with my swaddling clothes?"

"I said it, I guess there is something inside. Qi Zhenlong's voice was raised and a little cold.

Tang Yu looked at him silently.

Qi Zhenlong touched her eyes, sighed, and said, "Girl, what happened back then, except for Hibiscus, no one knows what happened." You were abandoned in an orphanage, so where is she now?"