No......

He looked in the direction of the big bed, Fu Xiaosong was obviously still asleep!

Fourth uncle?

Song Yi gave the eviction order, "Xiao Chen, if there is nothing to do, you get out first, I want to rest." ”

What do you do with her baby little eyelashes?

Is that what he watched?

So cute, is she the only one?

Fu Chen came back to his senses, looked at Song Yiyi, and endured the discomfort and said, "I want to tell you Xiao Jiu, grandpa and grandma they didn't hear it well." ”

Little Nine?

Song Yiyi's peach blossom eyes were covered with a layer of black mist, "How do you know about Xiao Jiu?" ”

The matter of Xiao Jiu, especially the name "Xiao Jiu", few people know.

Sang Sang didn't like this nephew, and it was impossible to tell Fu Chen.

Fu Chen's painful voice twitched, "Its... In fact, Xiao Jiu is still alive. ”

As soon as Song Yi looked at him, his eyes became more and more cold.

Fu Chen touched a photo from his pocket, "Look at it." ”

Song Yiyi didn't answer, only glanced at it, froze there, and his breath was suffocating.

The little boy in the photo is very delicate and beautiful, with a pair of fawn-like eyes that are dark and forest-like, almost exactly the same as when she was a child.

Her fingertips twitched and trembled.

Fu Chen stared at Song Yiyi's reaction, and hurriedly spoke, "My fourth uncle has always liked you, because this child is not his, so ......"

The mouth ulcer suddenly hurt even more, and my throat also hurt, as if I wanted to be stung by something, and the next words, I wanted to say, but I couldn't say anything at all, only a hoarse mumping sound.

He pressed one hand to his throat and crouched there in pain, his face contorted, looking in the direction of the bed.

Song Yi froze there for a few seconds before he reacted, squatted down, picked up the photo that fell on the ground, carefully wiped it clean, and stared at the little boy in the photo with a nervous heart.

"Little... Little Nine? Is it really you? ”

Xiao Jiu is still alive?

She looked sideways at Fu Chen.

Fu Chen curled up there in pain, sweating all over his body.

Song Yiyi looked in the direction of Fu Jin and Fu Xiaosong.

Both of them are asleep, it can't be them, right?

She calmed down for a while, carefully put away the photo, walked over, and opened the door, "Uncle, aunt, Xiaochen doesn't seem to be feeling well, come in and take a look." ”

Uncle Fu and eldest lady, "Yiyi, I'm really sorry, this kid is not sensible and has caused you trouble." ”

The two of them entered the door, didn't ask anything, and helped Fu Chen out.

It looks like I've had a hard time, and I hope this time I can remember it for a long time.

Fu Chen was in pain, glanced at Song Yiyi unwillingly, and then looked at Fu Jin on the hospital bed, staring at him deadly.

Song Yiyi was in a state of uneasiness.

What does Fu Chen mean?

Is he saying that Xiao Jiu's matter has something to do with Fu Jin?

Hearing the sound of the door closing, she came back to her senses, felt Xiao Jiu's photo from the pocket of her clothes, and looked at it again.

Out of the bedroom, standing on the balcony to calm down for a while, dialed a mobile phone number, frowned, "Help me find out what happened four years ago." ”

"Be specific."

"I... My kid. ”

"Kid? Isn't that kid gone? ”

"He may still be alive, I'll send you a picture later."

After hanging up the phone, she took a photo of her hand with her mobile phone and sent it to the person she had just contacted.

A few seconds later, the message returned.

"Damn, this is too much like you! The photograph is determined not to be synthetic. ”

Song Yi's heart was beating fast, "With Xiao Jiu's news, contact me as soon as possible." ”