He used to be curious about who Yan Kaikai was, so he searched on Baidu, and all he found were videos and huge posters, but there were no photos of life on the table.

In the photo, Yan Kaikai was taken with his family, and there were also Yan Feifei and his dead grandmother.

It's a family photo, the words in the photo are very immature, only twelve or thirteen years old, but just by looking at it, he knows that this is the right words.

What's going on, what's going on with this familiar feeling?

He's not talking, he's sure.

He has his own memories, pictures of his life with his mother when he was a child, and the process of growing up, but why did he see the room where Yan Kai Kai was opened, and he had the illusion that he belonged here.

How could it be, this feeling.

Is it that he is substituting himself into the role of opening his words?

He is Qiu Yi, an illegitimate child, his mother is the ex-wife of the richest man in the world, and Orlando is a half-brother. Because his brother can't tolerate him, he has been raised outside as an illegitimate child.

He was currently married to the richest man, but because Orlando couldn't tolerate his mother, he let his mother be kicked out, and later he was afraid that he would rob the Bryce family's property, so he actually killed his mother blind and broke her leg.

Mother's hatred for Orlando is too much to mention.

He often watched his mother cry, and those invisible eyes would cry blood.

He's not talking, he's not!

"Kaikai, do you remember anything?" Yan Feifei looked at Qiu Yi with a look of hope, expecting him to remember what to write.

Qiu Yi shook his head, except for a sense of familiarity, he didn't think of anything, and he wouldn't think of anything, because he didn't say anything.

"I'll take you to other places, and I don't know if my room is still there. You used to come to my room to play with me. ”

Yan Feifei smiled happily, not discouraged, pulled him to look at room by room, and kept talking about what happened since he was a child.

Happy, happy.

When I think of being funny when I was a child, I can also amuse myself.

Looking at Yan Feifei's smiling face, Qiu Yi secretly clenched his fists, he could feel Yan Feifei's feelings for her younger brother.

This relationship made him a little envious, and he hoped that he would be open-minded.

However, he is not, he is not, he has a Chinese name, called Qiu Yi.

This is the name that his mother changed to him when he was eighteen years old, hoping that he would always hate Orlando and not forget what he had done to hurt both of them.

When Yan Feifei took Yan Kaikai to introduce the house, Fang Qiu was busy in the kitchen, and the food he cooked was all Yan Kaikai's favorite food.

While making it, I laughed, and the food I made was very delicious.

Several of them sat together, and Fang Qiu kept serving Qiu Yi vegetables.

"It's coming out." Qiu Yi helplessly stopped Fang Qiu.

"Then eat first, and when you're done, your mother will clip it for you."

"Thank you!"

"Be polite to your mother, eat and see if the taste is similar to what you remember."

Qiu Yi nodded, looking at the dishes on the table, he was actually very surprised, because the dishes on the table were indeed his favorite food.

Do he and Qiu Yi like to eat the same?

This made Qiu Yi feel incomprehensible and coincidental.

In Fang Qiu's expectant eyes, Qiu Yi opened his mouth and ate a piece of fatty meat, the familiar and delicious taste stimulated Qiu Yi's buds. Real lady online service, help you find books to chat with you, please micro / letter / search / sohot web article or rdww444 waiting for you to tease~