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Sensing Lu Lin's complex gaze, Liang Shangjun turned his head to look, a trace of coldness flashed across his deep eyes, his eyes swept across his mother and Lu's mother, and indifferently ordered:

"Mom, Aunt Lu, if you have nothing else to do, go back first. I'm injured, and it's not convenient for Chunchun to greet you. Chunchun, let's go upstairs, I want to rest for a while."

Xia Chun blinked blankly, then turned to look at the embarrassed three people aside, she can ignore Lu Lin's mother and daughter, but Shen Chenchen is his mother, no matter how indifferent he is on the surface, in his heart, he still respects and loves her. mother.

"Chunchun, let's go." [

Liang Shangjun grabbed her hand and walked towards the stairs. Xia Chun frowned and wanted to say something, but heard Shen Chenchen's gentle voice:

"Chunchun, take good care of Junzi, and call me if you need anything."

what?

Astonishment flashed across her clear eyes, Liang Shangjun slightly tightened his grip on her hand, and she hurriedly replied:

"Okay, Mom, I see."

Lu Lin stood stiffly at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at Liang Shangjun and Xia Chun step by step up to the second floor with their fingers intertwined. She bit her lip more and more, and her eyes finally stopped on the paper he had just loaded in a hurry. pocket.

"Gentleman, I'll give you the wool, I'll go to the bathroom first."

"it is good!"

Xia Chun took the wool in his hand, glanced inadvertently at the paper protruding from the pocket of his trousers, and asked casually:

"What's in the pocket?"

"Hehe, it's just waste paper."

Liang Shangjun's eyes changed slightly, and while speaking, he let go of her hand with his big hand, and inserted it into his trouser pocket. Xia Chun teased amusedly:

"What are you so nervous about, waste paper? It's not Lu Lin's love letter to you, right? Why did she and her mother come to your house to look for you? What did she say about her father just now?"

"Chunchun, I'll explain to you later, I'm anxious!"

Liang Shangjun looked anxious for convenience, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

"Gentleman, slow down, I will support you."

Xia Chun put the wool on the chair beside him. He was injured and walked slowly. She chased after him in two steps, and supported him involuntarily:

"I haven't rested since I came back. I must be very tired. Does your body hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."[

Liang Shangjun smiled at her, with a faint tiredness in his brows.

"Chunchun, wait for me outside."

At the door of the bathroom, Liang Shangjun stopped and prevented her from entering.

"Why, wasn't I the one who accompanied you two days ago?"

Xia Chun looked at him suspiciously. She was the one who took care of him when he was in H City Hospital. At the beginning, he couldn't even get out of bed. Although he could get out of bed to defecate on his own yesterday, he couldn't even take off the quilt because he pulled the wound when he moved. She helps.

To put it bluntly, she did all the things like wipe his butt, and she didn't think he was dirty at all.

She has made it her job to take care of him.

His wound has not healed, and it will open if he is not careful. Moreover, one arm is also injured, and it is inconvenient to take off his pants with one hand.

"Chunchun, I can take care of myself now, good boy, just wait for me outside."

"No, you can't take off your pants with one hand, you can't even untie your belt, don't dawdle, this is not your style."

Xia Chun's brows were already furrowed in displeasure. At that time, when he took pictures, the wound was involved. She heard his muffled groan, but she just gave him face and didn't point it out.

"Then untie the belt for me and go out. I'll call you later."

Seeing that she was determined to help him, Liang Shangjun didn't dare to refuse, fearing that she would be suspicious if she refused again, so he stood up straight, with an expression of letting her slaughter him.

This is the belt Xia Chun gave him last time. Since Xia Chun bought him this belt, he has never left his body every day, and he no longer uses his own belt.

She put her hand on the belt around his waist and untied it skillfully.

His body reacted instinctively to her undoing the belt.

"Thank Wife."

With a naughty smile on Liang Shangjun's face, he lowered his head and stole a kiss on her forehead, then withdrew his hand from his pocket and she walked out of the bathroom.

A corner of the paper in his pocket was also exposed as his hand moved away.

Xia Chun glanced down at his pocket inadvertently. At that moment, she just played a prank, and suddenly stretched out her hand to his pocket. The index finger and thumb precisely grasped the paper in his pocket, which made Liang Shangjun's heart tremble and flustered. reached out to stop.

"Gentleman, let me see what kind of treasure it is."

Xia Chun looked at him with a smile, the soft voice pierced into his eardrums, but hit his heart like a heavy hammer, his handsome face changed color, and said gently: [

"Chunchun, this is someone else's property, be good, let go of your hand."

"I just take a look at other people's things. Isn't it just a piece of paper, Mr. Liang, if you don't let me see it, it means that you have a ghost in your heart. It's because of this that you didn't let me in just now, isn't it? I saw several Numbers."

Women are sensitive animals.

The same is true for Xia Chun, the smile on her face disappeared, her brows were slightly frowned, she raised her small face stubbornly, looked straight into his deep eyes, and never let go of the hand holding the paper.

Liang Shangjun himself didn't even have time to look at the piece of paper proving her life experience. He frowned slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and said softly:

"Okay, let go, I'll show you."

"You held my hand."

Xia Chun pursed her lips in protest, holding on to the paper.

The more he refused to let her read it, the more curious she became, but in an instant, she was already guessing, could it be that this paper was related to Lu Lin, why couldn't she read things related to Lu Lin?

Liang Shangjun was hesitating in his heart whether to let her watch or not.

He recalled that when he took the piece of paper from Lu Lin just now, he didn't seem to see the name on it.

If there is no name, Chunchun should say so when she sees it, and she will not doubt anything.

Liang Shangjun never imagined that Lu Lin would write a line of small, light-colored characters with a pencil on the back of this piece of paper, and he didn't see the reverse side of the paper just now, and he couldn't see traces of pencil writing on the back from the front.

Even if you don't look carefully from the reverse side, you can't see it.

When Lu Lin first folded the paper, he folded it backwards, with the front outside and the back inside. He just folded according to the original folding marks in the panic downstairs.

When he gave the paper to Xia Chun, when she saw that it was an appraisal result, she had a normal expression and asked with a smile:

"Who made this appraisal?"

With a smile on his face, Liang Shangjun said calmly:

"A friend. Chunchun, believe it now, it's not a love letter, come on, give it back to me, get out, I can't hold back anymore."

If Xia Chun hadn't seen the lightly written line on the back, she might never know her life experience for the rest of her life.

But she saw it when she folded it back, and she muttered:

"Seeing that you can't even fold a piece of paper, why fold the side with words on the outside, you should..."

She suddenly stopped, her watery eyes widened in astonishment, fixedly staring at the line of very pale handwriting at the crease on the back of the paper.

"Chunchun, what's wrong?"

Liang Shangjun's eyes landed on Xia Chun's face, seeing that she suddenly stopped talking and her expression changed, he looked down, but saw that her hand holding the paper was frozen, and her body was also frozen.

Only those wide-open eyes stared at the small words that could not be read without looking carefully:

"This report proves that Xia Chun is not Xia Zhisheng's daughter, but the product of Zhao Lan being wiped out by a group of hooligans."

These words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, and a loud noise split her into two halves!

"Pure!"

Liang Shangjun's voice changed eagerly, he stretched out his hand to snatch the paper in her hand, but she suddenly took a step back, raised her head in horror, raised the paper in her hand tremblingly, the voice overflowing her red lips was shattered sentence:

"Liang Shangjun, whose appraisal is this?"

Liang Shangjun answered without any hesitation:

"Chunchun, this belongs to a friend."

He still forced a calm smile on his face, scolded the scheming Lu Lin thousands of times in his heart, and said softly:

"Chunchun, you've seen it all, be good, give it back to me."

"Liang Shangjun, Lu Lin gave it to you, right?"

Something flashed in her mind, she avoided his hand, took another step back, and her back was already against the door frame.

If this report is true, if this is really her life experience, then Liang Shangjun's series of anomalies during this period can be well explained.

Lu Lin used this report to threaten him. He said that he had something to do with Lu Lin, and that was it?

He would treat her to dinner, run to the county to find her, feed her coffee, and even lie on the hospital bed and eat the porridge she fed...

All because of this report?

The sentence "This report proves that Xia Chun is not Xia Zhisheng's daughter..." replayed wantonly in her ears like a curse.

Isn't she her father's daughter?

No, not possible!

Si Xiaoqing's voice suddenly popped out:

"Xia Chun, the child in your womb is not like you, who doesn't even know who his father is..."

"Chunchun, the appraisal report you made is out, the similarity is 90.00% nine point nine..."

That was when her classmate called her and told her the result of the appraisal.

"Xia Chun, your hair is falling out, let me remove it for you."

"Xia Chun, you are not worthy of Brother Jun at all, you will only make him the laughing stock of the world..."

……

She bit her lips tightly, her eyes flushed uncontrollably, and finally raised her hands, rubbed her slender fingers into her hair, and let out a painful cry: "It's not true!"

"Chunchun, don't get excited."

Liang Shangjun felt as if he had been stabbed severely in the heart, and the blood flowed instantly, but he didn't care about his own pain. He took a step forward, but he untied the belt, and the zippered pants fell down because of his movement. He stretched out his hand again Lift it up and zip it up in a panic...

"Liang Shangjun, tell me, this is not true, right?"

Xia Chun looked dazed, the tears on her eyelashes were crystal clear and might slip off at any time.

With distress in his eyes, Liang Shangjun stepped forward and grabbed the report card in her hand, and hugged her into his arms. Because this action caused his back injury again, he let out a muffled groan, with a voice that overflowed from his thin lips. With a choked sob:

"Chunchun, it's not true."