In the study on the first floor, Jiang Honglu sat in the chair behind the desk, silently wiping his tears from the photo frame in his hand.

In the photo, he and Meng Fuling are sitting in the gazebo with Jiang Shaoyan and Jiang Yuexi, who have just turned one year old.

He stared at his beloved wife.

In the arms of the two, a pair of children also looked at each other with a smile.

Happiness seemed to be frozen in that moment.

"Flinch ......"

Fingertips slid across Meng Fuling's face, and Jiang Honglu said in a choked voice: "I found our daughter, I found her." ”

Hot tears clicked and fell on the frame.

Jiang Honglu hurriedly wiped it clean, and then raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

"Look at me, I should be happy about a great happy event, shouldn't I?"

Smiling and forcing back the tears that were about to well-up in his eyes, Jiang Honglu said softly: "Fuling, don't worry, I will work with your share to love her well, love her, and make up for the 2o years we owe her." ”

"As for Shao Yan......"

Jiang Honglu was silent for a moment.

When Meng Fuling died, Jiang Honglu knew that Jiang Shaoyan was not his son.

At that time, he was bent on finding his daughter who was sent away, but the Meng family did everything well, and he tried his best, but there was still no clue at all.

Later, he thought about starting with Jiang Shaoyan.

However, as soon as such a thought came to mind, Jiang Honglu gave up.

If you can't find it, then forget it, but what if you find it?

Do you want to send Jiang Shaoyan back, or do you want to stay by your side?

Knowing that the Meng family had been planning for a rainy day in this matter for a long time, Jiang Shaoyan probably couldn't find out anything.

After only a slight hesitation, Jiang Honglu dispelled his original thoughts.

Since then, he has regarded Jiang Shaoyan as his son from the bottom of his heart.

Only look for the actions of the eldest daughter, the more careful.

But the bag drop incident, from beginning to end, was arranged by Mrs. Meng alone, the people of the Meng family only know about this matter, who will operate it specifically, and where the child who was replaced was sent, all the details are only known to Mrs. Meng.

When Mrs. Meng died, the events of that year were completely broken.

Jiang Honglu's hope dimmed little by little.

Later, I learned that Jiang Shaoyan was looking for people everywhere in China.

Jiang Shaoyan's ability, Jiang Honglu knows.

Smarter than himself, more thoughtful than himself, and able to hide his thoughts.

Since then, Jiang Honglu has withdrawn his manpower.

On the one hand, he has confidence in Jiang Shaoyan, and on the other hand, he also wants to see what step he can take.

When Jiang Shaoyan no longer set foot in the Little Red Mansion, Jiang Honglu's heart was completely cold.

Thinking that the fate with his eldest daughter in this life stopped here, Jiang Honglu ran to the cemetery during that time.

Unexpectedly, there was nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get them.

"Fuling, don't worry, even if I find my daughter, I won't let Shaoyan suffer any grievances, he is our son, isn't he?"

A smile appeared on his face, and there was endless pride in Jiang Honglu's eyes, "Fuling, we must have done countless good deeds in our previous lives to cultivate our fate in this life." ”

not only found his biological daughter, but also had a son.

"God treats us well!"

The voice dissipated into the air softly, as soon as it was spoken.

Looking at Meng Fuling smiling in the photo, Jiang Honglu's eyes had tears again.

Fleur, if you're still around, how nice it would be!