After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

The child is gone...

These four words are like thunder.

Bao Hanshi's arm holding her was obviously stiff.

The lingering eyes behind the lenses also condensed for a moment.

At first, he didn't believe it.

He stared at Qiao Yu, as if trying to detect a hint of joking on her face.

No.

Qiao Yu's eyes were calm. When he froze, he pushed his hand away and got out of his arms.

He stepped into the pair of high heels placed on the ground and stood up to leave.

Behind him, Bao Han clasped her wrist, and his usually cold and calm voice was slightly out of tune: "I know you want to stay and work in Fengxing, but don't lie to me about this kind of thing."

Qiao Yu didn't look back, just sniffed slightly and said with a smile: "Whether I am lying to you or you are lying to yourself, Mr. Bo, you know very well, don't you?"

"If Mr. Bo didn't hear clearly, let me say it again."

"The child is gone."

"In the fourth week, it had turned into a pool of blood."

"..."

Her tone was soft and indifferent, but every word carried great weight.

Like a sharp and heavy axe, every word struck him hard.

The heartbreaking sharp pain and the dull but huge pain pulled and tore each other in the chest.

Bao Hanshi's fingertips holding her wrist couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Blood coagulation.

My limbs gradually became numb and lost their strength.

Qiao Yu easily pushed his hand away, "Mr. Bo, our Director Yan is mainly responsible for the cooperation between SY and Fengxing. If you have any work matters, just contact our Director Yan next time."

Putting aside these irrelevant words, the sound of high heels gradually faded away along with the "click" of the door opening.

When it was cold, my whole body was almost exhausted.

The child is gone.

These four exploded in his mind, blowing his whole body to pieces.

The tall figure suddenly fell to the edge of the bed, his heart aching.

It took a long, long time to recover.

The lenses fogged up, and the vision in front of him became blurry again.

……

When Qiao Yu returned to Yan Mansion, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

In the living room, gifts were placed all over the floor, but they had not yet been opened.

Lao Du said: "Miss, this is what Mr. Bo sent this morning. He said it was a gift for the first visit. These gifts have not been opened. The master said that I will leave it to you to deal with. The eldest lady looked at these things and kept them. Or give it back?"

Qiao Yu thought for a while and replied, "Let's move to the storage room first."

According to Bao Hanshi's character, even if the other party threw away the things she sent out, she would not be given a chance to take them back.

There is no need to go back and forth.

Lao Du recruited several servants to move with him.

A tattered little picture album fell out of one of the gift boxes.

Lao Du picked it up, handed it to Qiao Yu, and asked doubtfully: "Is this something that belongs to Mr. Bo? It doesn't look like a gift. Is it misplaced?"

Qiao Yu flipped through the picture album and laughed, "It belongs to him."

However, he is so rigorous in his work, how could he mistakenly put the small album into the gift?

This little picture album was drawn by her when they were first in love together.

Every page of simple sketches in it are pictures of their extremely ordinary but sweet life.

It's a pity that this booklet was torn up by him once.

Later, even if I used tape to stick it back bit by bit, the traces of sewing and mending were too heavy.

As a souvenir of memories between them, it seems heavy.

Qiao Yu flipped through the pages and reached the last page.

Suddenly, I discovered that a new page had been added to the booklet.

On the new page, there is a picture of a family of three.

Little Xiangsi was still watching cartoons. She ran over with the tablet in her arms and came up to her: "Mom, what are you looking at? Who drew this? Why did you make me look so ugly?"

Qiao Yu almost laughed out loud, "Is it ugly? It's quite cute."

"Also, why am I not among the parents? All the children are among the parents, being held by the parents together."

On the screen, Bo Hanshi was holding Qiao Yu's waist, looking down at the person in his arms.

And little Xiangsi stood next to his legs, looking up at them with her little head, looking a little silly.

Little Xiangsi wrinkled her little nose and said, "Oh, I know! It must have been painted by daddy!"

Qiao Yu closed the small picture book, pulled Xiao Xiangsi over and asked, "Did you tell dad that I was pregnant?"

Little Xiangsi was puzzled, "Yes, mom, can't you tell dad about this? I think he is very happy!"

"..."

At first I was probably happy when I found out about this.

Now I'm on a roller coaster, with big drops and big drops, I'm afraid...

Qiao Yu was stunned.

Mr. Yan stood on the second floor with a cane and called Qiao Yu: "Xiao Huan, come to my study."

"it is good."

Qiao Yu responded, pinched the little guy's fair face, and said, "It's getting late, you go to bed first, and mommy goes to talk to grandpa about something."

Little Acacia nodded her little chin.

When Qiao Yu went to the study room on the second floor, the little guy dropped the tablet in his hand and ran to the window to see the snow falling outside.

If it snows tonight, you can build a snowman tomorrow morning!

The little guy put his little hands in front of the window. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He wanted to go to the yard and play in the snow right now.

……

In the study upstairs.

Qiao Yu opened the door and came in, "Dad, do you have a problem with me?"

On Mr. Yan's desk, there were many scattered photos spread out, and there were opened brown paper bags next to them.

He frowned and said thoughtfully: "Last time in the hospital, there were many people talking, and you just had a miscarriage, so I didn't ask you much. I sent someone to the imperial capital to investigate, but they couldn't find out the reason. Yours Adoptive mother Wen Qing, has she never told you that you are not her biological child?"

Qiao Yu shook his head and had a lot of doubts about this matter, "No, my adoptive mother was very good to me. My adoptive father was patriarchal and didn't like me, but he never said that I was picked up. Dad, I Is she really your daughter?"

Half a month ago, she met Mr. Yan.

In fact, until now, she is not sure about her life experience.

On the one hand, it’s disbelief.

On the other hand, if she was a child picked up by Wen Qing, why did Wen Qing never mention this to her?

In her last words about her funeral, Wen Qing still thought about her until her death.

There is no mention of her life experience.

Mr. Yan looked at her lovingly, his eyebrows stretched:

"I later sent someone to do a paternity test. The fact that you are my biological daughter is unquestionable. It is a blessing to have you back now.

I am investigating this not to doubt your identity, but to know who caused our father and daughter to be separated for many years.

Back then, your mother had just given birth to you, and before she even had time to take a look at you, you were taken away by someone from my business enemy. Your mother was already in poor health. After losing you, she became ill with longing for you, her lung disease recurred, and she passed away not long after. "

Talking about his dead wife.

Mr. Yan's eyes were full of thoughts, and he said regretfully: "If your mother knew that I have found you now, she would be very happy. Xiaohuan, after the weekend in two days, you come with me to visit your mother's grave. Is your mother still there?" I haven’t seen you before.”

Qiao Yu held his hand, "Okay. Dad, tell me, could it be that my adoptive mother doesn't even know that I'm not her daughter?"