Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

Qingting curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "Qi Rui, why did you show her?"

This is Mommy's last photo, the only one. She cherishes it very much. Whenever she thinks of Mommy, she will take it out and look at it.

Qi Rui patted her head, "Hey, listen to me."

Although Qingting was not happy, she did not go against his will.

In public, a man still has 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 have a look."

"This is..." The old lady only took one look, and tears filled her eyes, "Jiang Lan? Jiang Lan when she grows up?"

The old man frowned, exuding low air pressure, "Ayu, calm down, it's just the same name and surname, 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, her expression changed to and fro, she was extremely weird, she closed her eyes after a while, as if she was running away from some monster, and hurriedly handed over the watch.

"Yes, that's right, that's right, the child has long..."

The old man hugged his wife tightly, with a distressed expression on his face, "Don't be sad, you still have me, and I will always be by your side."

Everyone looked at each other, they didn't expect this famous old patriarch to love his wife so much.

The old lady was silent, immersed in deep sorrow.

Qi Rui took a deep look at the old man, smiled faintly, and handed over the phone.

The old lady took it subconsciously, and when she saw the photo on the screen, she gasped, "This is Lan'er, why do you have pictures of Lan'er when she was a child?"

So similar, almost identical.

Qingting's complexion changed, she looked up at her husband, what does this mean?

Qi Rui gave her a comforting look, with a gentle face, "You are mistaken, this is a photo of my youngest daughter when she was four years old, I heard that she looks very similar to her mother-in-law, she is very cute."

He was very regretful because he missed the children's childhood. Fortunately, Qingting had already prepared and left many precious images.

The old lady swayed, her face pale and almost transparent, "Your daughter? How come?"

She stared at the white and tender little doll in disbelief, overlapping with the child in her memory.

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the old man who had remained silent since entering the arena. He coaxed softly, "Things are similar, people are similar, the world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."

The old lady's eyes were red, and she couldn't bear to blink, and she rubbed the child's little face with her fingers reluctantly. "Is it just similar?"

The voice was dubious and trembling.

Qingting frowned slightly, no matter how stupid she was, she could tell something was wrong.

"Of course it is..." The old man tried his best to comfort her.

Qi Rui raised his brows, "It is true that people are similar. According to people who have met Jiang Ergong, my Qingting is somewhat similar to my grandfather, especially the eyes, which are exactly the same. And the firmness between the eyebrows is very similar to Jiang. Second son."

All eyes turned to Qingting, only to see her pair of bright eyes were clear, moist, extraordinarily energetic, revealing a trace of determination.

Qingting's heart skipped a beat, feeling a strange premonition.

He mentioned his grandfather in one breath, what does this mean?

The old lady raised her head abruptly, with a look of astonishment on her face, she stared blankly at Qingting's eyes, her heart was shocked, she finally understood why she felt familiar when she saw Ye Qingting.

That's right, these eyes are exactly the same as that man's.