Han Qingru was taken aback, looked at Jiang Yufeng in a daze, and his face was full of doubts, "Do you know what you're talking about?" ”

"Mom, you don't have to hide it from me, I heard everything you said to my dad in the study three years ago."

One night three years ago, Jiang Yufeng had just come back from abroad, the jet lag had not yet come back, the weather was stuffy, and he was very irritable and couldn't sleep, so he went out for a walk.

"Husband, what should I do, when I went to Shengren Hospital today, I saw Ling Ying's mother, did you think he came back to look for the child?" Han Qingru said anxiously, looking a little uneasy.

"Don't be cranky, if she comes back to look for the child, she will come to us directly, why will she go to the hospital? You must have mistaken someone. Scare yourself. Jiang Juncheng calmly analyzed and comforted his wife. The child was given to us by her own hands, and she will definitely come back to us if she comes back. ”

"yes, why didn't I think of that?" Han Qingru suddenly wanted to be pale, and burst into laughter, but for a moment she became uneasy again, "I don't know where Qingyi is now, how are you doing?" She was also too ruthless, the child disappeared when she handed it over to us, and she didn't come back to see us after so many years. ”

"Qingru, don't worry too much, she's such a big person, she will take care of herself, you have to be careful, you must not let Ling Ying know her own background." Jiang Juncheng couldn't help but remind again.

"Okay, I see, long-winded." After saying that, he glared at him angrily, turned around and prepared to go back to his room.

Jiang Yufeng heard the movement inside and quickly retreated to the room, until the outside was calm, his heart was still pounding, a little incredulous, and there was a sentence circling in his mind: Xiaoying is not my sister!

Jiang Yufeng didn't know whether to be happy or sad when he first knew, and it took a long time to gradually calm down, until later, he sometimes felt that this was really good news, but why did they still use this excuse to stop themselves?

Han Qingru looked at his son in shock, it turned out that he already knew, but even if he knew, "Jiang Yufeng, what nonsense are you talking about, who said that she is not your sister." ”

Jiang Yufeng looked at Han Qingru suspiciously, "Mommy, you know what I'm talking about." ”

Han Qingru looked at her son with distress, "Yufeng, Mommy knows your feelings, but it's impossible for you to be with Ling Ying, if you are really good for her, then return to your own position and be a good brother." ”

"Mommy, why, you Yin Yin know that we are not brothers and sisters,...... Jiang Yufeng's eyes were scarlet, his expression was sad, and he couldn't understand his mother's thoughts, why, Yin Yin is not a brother and sister, why do you still want to stop it? Jiang Yufeng couldn't describe his mood at the moment, his heart was very confused, and he looked at his mother puzzled: "Could it be that you, like Dad, only care about the company, regardless of our feelings?" ”

Han Qingru looked at Jiang Yufeng with shock, as if she didn't believe that this was the words that came out of his mouth, and after the shock, she was full of anger, and she couldn't say anything reproachful to Jiang Yufeng's sad appearance, and she couldn't explain her son's misunderstanding, so she could only shake her head and sigh in a deep voice: "Yufeng, no matter what you think, you have to remember that Ling Ying can only be your sister now!" After speaking, he went upstairs without looking back, leaving Jiang Yufeng sitting silently downstairs in a daze.

Upstairs, Han Qingru pushed open the door, bumped into a warm embrace, looked into a pool of deep eyes, and lay her head on his chest, like a child, crying. Thinking of the scene I saw inadvertently just now, the lonely and depressed back in the living room trembled slightly, when did my independent and strong son ever be so sad and helpless, this time, it was really hurt too deeply, and it was suppressed for too long.

Jiang Juncheng comforted the wife in his arms, looked downstairs again, and sighed: "It'll be fine." ”