What surprised Lu Xingzhi when he got the photos of the Sun family was how similar Jiang Yao and his grandmother were when they were young.

If Jiang Yao and Sun Xiaoshan are only seven points alike, then Jiang Yao and her grandmother looked like they were carved out of a mold when they were young, especially when their grandmother was ten years old.

This degree of resemblance is so similar that Lu Xingzhi thinks that it may not be a coincidence, and he is afraid that Jiang Yao will think too much, so Lu Xingzhi did not tell Jiang Yao about it, and now he is also hesitating, not knowing whether to continue to check on his grandmother's side.

To be honest, Lu Xingzhi was quite afraid that if something came out, in case this result confirmed that the resemblance of Jiang Yao and his grandmother was not an accident, how would he face Jiang Yao?

Therefore, he didn't want to continue to investigate.

Maybe it's not bad not to check, the father-in-law and mother-in-law, including Jiang Yao's two elder brothers, love Jiang Yao so much, in fact, he should have no reason to suspect that Jiang Yao is not born to the Jiang family.

So, perhaps, it's really just an accidental look.

And, perhaps, it's just a very similar look when she was young, no, the appearance of her grandmother at her current age didn't make Lu Xingzhi feel how similar the two were.

Hearing Lu Xingzhi say that she and Sun Xiaoshan were only seven points like Jiang Yao, she was inexplicably happy, "In your eyes, am I much more beautiful than her?" ”

This question is a bit stinky and shameless, but here in Lu Xingzhi, Jiang Yao is also used to asking such questions straightforwardly.

Hearing Lu Xingzhi's low laughter on the phone, Jiang Yao became more happy, "In your eyes, I must be the best-looking person in the world." ”

Lu Xingzhi didn't speak, but the laughter became more and more obvious, and he was touched by her heartstrings hooked by these two questions, and he really wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her to death.

It's a pity, it's a long distance.

"You'll hook me." His low voice is really sexy at this moment.

The two talked for a while, and Jiang Yao heard the voice of Head Lin shouting Lu Xingzhi on the phone, and she ended the call with Lu Xingzhi and asked Lu Xingzhi to go busy with his affairs.

When Jiang Yao returned to the house, the smell of food had already come from inside, and Mo was standing at the door of the kitchen, staring at the meat dishes that her aunt had brought to the dinner table, and her eyes were full of longing.

Time, if slowed down, how slow can it be?

For those who have waited and looked forward to it in their hearts, probably, it is like a year.

Such as Chen Feibai.

The pain brought to him by acupuncture was beyond his imagination, the silver needle pierced into the body, and he didn't feel much at first, but then gradually, the senses became clear and clear, the pain was like piercing the heart and lungs, like piercing into the bones, the pain was indescribable.

It's like being eaten by ten thousand ants, and it's more like being stabbed into the bone by a file.

Forty minutes at a time, twice a day. Those eighty minutes were the most difficult time in Chen Feibai's life, and even more painful than the moment when he was engulfed in flames.

For Zheng Yi, time seems to be just a donkey's hooves lifting, refusing to fall, lazy and casual.

The initial pain was like the moment when she once again tasted the sulfuric acid splashed on her face, but seeing that Chen Feibai was more painful than her, Zheng Yi felt bitterly happy that compared to Chen Feibai, her pain was really nothing.

Every time she can't stand the pain, she likes to go to Chen Feibai, watch Jiang Yao give Chen Feibai an injection, see him clench his teeth in pain, his lips are bitten by himself and bleed, the whole face hurts to the point of purple, and she can't use anesthesia, so she can only carry it hard, Zheng Yi will gloat on the side, she is in a good mood, and the pain in her body seems to be nothing.