All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

"You don't know us? Zhuer, what's wrong with you, don't you even know your mother? And your father, this is your father, don't you know?!" While talking, the middle-aged man looked at her urgently. 【26nbsp;】

The middle-aged man also looked worried, "Zhu'er, did you get hurt somewhere, why don't you remember your parents?"

Qiyin shook her head vigorously, telling them with certainty, "I really don't know you guys!!"

"My God, what's wrong with Pearl..." the woman buried her head in her father's arms and howled.

"Zhuzhu, don't you really remember us?" The crying girl sitting beside Qiyin's bed also looked at her sadly, with all kinds of disbelief in her eyes!

"Mingzhu, there's no way you don't remember us...don't be willful anymore."

A clear male voice also came at this time, Qiyin heard the reputation and looked over, her fair skin set off the handsome and prominent features, her eyes revealed a light that cannot be underestimated, but there was an unbelievable elegance lingering around her body .

At this time, the crying girl also came over, glanced at the man, then fixedly looked at Qiyin and said: "Zhuzhu, you really don't remember anyone, even brother Rilang?"

"I don't know all of them. I'm not the Miss Mingzhu that you all talk about!"

Forget it, anyway, they don't believe what she says, and Qiyin doesn't want to argue anymore, anyway, they just want to leave.

But before stepping on the ground, he was caught by the elder brother Rilang who was called by the girl and carried him back to the bed, "It is impossible for us to recognize the wrong person! You are Zhuge Mingzhu!"

"Yes, you are definitely our daughter." The woman sat on the side of the bed and comforted her. "If you don't believe me, you can look at your right hand. Is there a long and deep scar on your right hand? It's from when you were a child."

Qiyin raised her arms with a frown. It's not like she's never seen this scar before, but at this moment, she looked at it again with suspicion in her heart, and said unwillingly, "It's too rash to rely on just one scar."

"No, no, you still have a birthmark on the back of your neck, a plum-shaped red birthmark." Seeing her still disbelieving eyes, the woman brushed the hair off her neck with her hands.

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