Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 809 Do you want to know the result?

The night mausoleum was cold, and when I heard this sentence, I was indifferent, and my handsome face was covered with a layer of ice. In the darkness, the heart of Shen Qianshu jumped faster than usual, and my eyes were moist. "I have long doubts." I just didn't dare to confirm. After I saw Yang Lihua, this idea is getting stronger and stronger."

"Do you know how I came back along the way? I thought about it all the way, thinking about the things of the year, thinking about the second brother, thinking about Yang Lihua, I can't wait to open their words, one word at a time, looking for the information I want. ”

"There is a thought, suddenly jumped in, is it possible... Children's painting is our son, the son of a child, this thought is so strong that I can't control it. I have long regarded him as my own son. I thought I didn't care. I thought that he was not dead, still alive, and I was... very happy. I really want to thank God, I am afraid that I hope to lose, and I am afraid that I think too much. You tell me, I wonder too much?"

The night mausoleum is silent and does not answer.

"Sir!" Shen Qianshu looked at him incredulously. "How can you react at all? Isn't he your own son, really doesn't matter?"

"Shen Qianshu..."

"You have long suspected?" Shen Qianshu’s tearful eyes, slightly enlarged, took his hand. "You tell me, is he right?"

Her heart rate has lost control.

"I didn't go into the bottom, it's ten or nine." The night mailing said faintly.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Qianshu stood up and excitedly walked around in the study. The curtains in the study room were thick and thick. No matter how you look at it, you can't see a light.

She has long burst into tears.

She knows too much about the night mausoleum. If she is not sure, she will not say so.

Children's paintings, really their son?

He is still alive!

Still alive!

Was it the son of Dr. Yang?

why?

"Thousand trees, don't be excited!"

"I went to find a children's picture!" She wiped her tears and wanted to find a child's picture. The nightlings held her wrist and held her in her arms. Shen Qianshu was inexplicably wronged, and her tears continued to flow out. "You put Open me, let me go, I am going to find him, I want to hug him."

Her fists continually licked his chest and caught his wound.

The night tomb was silent, holding her struggling.

Shen Qianshu’s emotions were completely out of control. She originally wanted to discuss with the night mausoleum, secretly doing a check to confirm her suspicion, but now she can’t control herself. Her son is still alive and alive...

"Oh, don't cry." The nightlings took a deep breath and held back the pain from the chest. "Calm a little."

"I can't calm down." Shen Qianshu said, "I can't calm down when I think he is my son."

"You have long regarded him as a biological son, not important."

"Of course it is important!" Shen Qianshu said, how could it not be important, these years, the torture of day and night, years of nightmare, and the collapse of the eve, how can it not matter, Shen Qianshu bite on the shoulder of the night tomb.

Sir, you don't understand.

How important is this!

On the shoulder, there was a sharp pain. The night mausoleum was dark, was it a dog?

He knew that telling her would be the result.

"Do you want to know the result?"

"miss you!"

The night mausoleum let go of Shen Qianshu, went to the bookshelf, took a big palm machine, Shen Qianshu looked at him curiously, said the night mausoleum, "This is the product developed by the company, and has not yet applied for a patent. He specially mailed a Taiwan gives me the genetic comparison in just three minutes."

(End of this chapter)