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Tong Lu stood and was moved by that picture.

"Tingjun, who is your mother?"

Tingjun was very vigilant, and her mother said that she couldn't tell others who she was casually, but she didn't answer.

The driver drove the car closer, and he broke free from Mrs. Yin's arms like a little monkey, and ran into the car as soon as he slipped into the smoke.

Emma was scared to death, and the grandmother must have wanted to kidnap him, but luckily he was clever.

Mrs. Yin was willing to give up, so she hurriedly called Tong Lu to get in the car and followed all the way.

Tingjun sat in the car, lying on his stomach and watching, Emma, is he so handsome, he was followed, but follow it, he still thought in his head, Dad really wears rabbit ears?

The driver wanted to get rid of the car behind, but Mrs. Yin's driver didn't eat dry food and followed him until ...... Orphanage?

Mrs. Yin watched the car finally enter the orphanage, her eyes were stunned, how could it be that this child was an orphan?

Didn't you call her son daddy?

Tong Lu was also confused, both of them thought they would be able to meet Yin Zhan's underground lover, where did they think that they would encounter this situation?

Mrs. Yin decisively called her son again, and it was early in the morning, and Mrs. Yin Barabala's son was talked.

"I ask you, what's going on with Tingjun? How to live in an orphanage, that's not my grandson? ”

Yin Zhan's face was full of black lines on the phone: "Old lady, what grandson do you recognize?" Of course not! ”

Mrs. Yin almost wanted to cry, this feeling of falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, she was so angry that she had a nameless fire, blaming her son for being incompetent, and not being able to give birth to a grandson to bring her, causing her to be empty and happy, how could a cute child not be her grandson?

At night, Tong Lu told Leng Yejin about it, and felt that she had made a big fuss.

Leng Ye was on the phone and let out a long breath.

Fortunately, Yin Zhan didn't give birth to a six-year-old son and threw him out of ten streets, and he was a little comforted in his heart.

Several days passed in a flash, and in a blink of an eye, it was the 27th of the Gregorian calendar.

Zhou Yeshuo put everything away and concentrated on accompanying Leng Ye for dinner, which was much richer than usual.

Cold night is calm and relaxed, always a noble posture that I am not a prisoner but a superior guest, some things can't be learned, Zhou Yeshuo feels that no matter how much he imitates him, it is only in vain, and the things in his bones can't be learned at all, the reason why he hasn't been discovered is just a surprise, plus he tries to avoid too much contact with people close to him.

For example, the personal secretary by Leng Yejin's side was sent to other places by him in the past few days.

Leng Yejin found him staring at him in a daze, his eyes were full of appreciation, and he sneered, it was rare to see this kind of look in his brother's eyes. "See what?"

"What don't you look at?" Zhou Yeshuo smiled and did not withdraw his gaze: "Tomorrow there will be an engagement banquet for you and your younger siblings at home." ”

"And then?"

"Tomorrow it's over, it's the last meal for our brothers, and we'll have two drinks."

Leng Yejin pretended not to be able to pinch the cup, and always commanded in a tone: "Wine." ”

Zhou Yeshuo brought the wine to his mouth, and pecked the wine in his mouth in the cold night, and it was not a taste in his heart.

"You still don't feel resentful, and you think that what I gave you is a kind of arrogant charity that hurts your self-esteem?"

Zhou Yeshuo smiled, not hating but unwilling: "Without a strong contrast, there will be no strong unwillingness." We look the same, we have the same background, you were left by the Leng family, and you can climb to the pinnacle of power step by step with your ability; But I can only become an orphan, riddled with diseases, standing behind me and silently looking up at you, looking up at the world that is out of reach. ”