Qingting curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Qirui, why do you show it to her?"
This is the only photo of Mommy. She cherishes it very much. Whenever she thinks of Mommy, she takes it out to look at it.
Qirui touched her head and said, "Be good, listen to me."
Although Qingting was not happy, he did not go against his will.
In public places, men still have to give face.
As for going home and closing the door, she can do whatever she likes.
Qi Rui handed it over carefully, "Take it and take a look."
"This is..." The old lady only glanced at it, and her eyes suddenly filled with tears of excitement, "Jiang Lan? Jiang Lan when he grows up?"
The old man frowned and exuded low pressure, "Ayu, please calm down. It's just the same name. You and I both know that Jiang Lan died at the age of three. This is not the child you thought."
The old lady's body trembled, and her expression changed, extremely strange. She closed her eyes after a while, and hurriedly handed over her watch as if she was running away from some monster.
"Yes, that's true. That's right, the child has long been..."
The old man hugged his wife tightly, with a distressed look on his face, "Don't be sad, you still have me, I will always be by your side."
Everyone looked at each other, and no one expected that the famous old patriarch loved his wife so much.
The old lady was silent, immersed in deep sadness.
Qirui took a deep look at the old man, smiled faintly, and handed over the phone.
The old lady subconsciously took it and gasped when she saw the photo on the screen, "This is Lan'er. How come you have a photo of Lan'er when she was a child?"
It's so similar, almost exactly the same.
Qingting's face changed and she looked up at her husband. What does this mean?
Qi Rui gave her a reassuring look with a gentle look on her face, "You are mistaken. This is a photo of my youngest daughter when she was four years old. I heard she looks very similar to my mother-in-law. She is very cute."
He was very sorry because he missed the children's childhood. Fortunately, Qingting was prepared and left many precious images.
The old lady swayed, her face turned pale and almost transparent, "Your daughter? How could that be?"
She stared at the white and tender little baby in disbelief, which overlapped with the child in her memory.
The old man who had been silent since entering the venue had cold sweat on his forehead. He coaxed softly, "Objects are the same, people are similar. The world is so vast that there are no wonders."
The old lady's eyes were red and she couldn't bear to blink. She reluctantly rubbed the child's little face with her fingers. "Is it just similar?"
The voice was dubious and trembling.
Qingting frowned slightly, no matter how stupid she was, she could tell that something was wrong.
"Of course..." The old man tried his best to comfort her.
Qi Rui raised his eyebrows, "It is true that people have similarities. According to people who have met Mr. Jiang, my Qingting is somewhat similar to his grandfather, especially the eyes, which are exactly the same. And the perseverance between the eyebrows is very similar to Jiang's.
Second Young Master."
Everyone looked at Qingting and saw her bright eyes, which were clear and moist, especially energetic and full of perseverance.
Qingting's heart skipped a beat, and he had a very strange premonition.
He mentioned his grandfather repeatedly. What did this mean?
The old lady raised her head suddenly, with a look of astonishment on her face, and stared blankly into Qingting's eyes. She was shocked. She finally understood why she felt familiar when she saw Ye Qingting.
Yes, these eyes are exactly the same as that of that man.