Suisui at Seventy - Chapter 133

The two elders of the Zhao family shed tears silently after hearing the whole process. They felt sorry for the daughter who had suffered so many years alone. The real grandson grew up in the country, but they held a stranger like a jewel in their palms.

The old lady Zhao looked at Song Weizheng, tears bursting with tears.

She actually recognized it just now. They had met once at the Great Wall. At that time, she had silently admired it in her heart. It would be nice if her grandson could be like this young man.

But I didn’t expect that the real grandson was right in front of her at the time, but she was dim-eyed and couldn’t recognize it.

The old lady Zhao took Song Weizheng’s hand and said with shame: “Good boy, for so many years, I have wronged you. It’s useless for grandma. I didn’t find you and made you suffer.”

Song Weizheng was grasped by the old man’s dry but warm hands, and his always calm face showed a little helplessness. For a while, he squatted: “It’s okay…not wronged.”

Jiang Suisui watched this warm scene next to him, and smiled secretly.

Lin Yuanzhi was stunned on the spot after listening, and did not respond for a long time.

Mrs. Zhao’s words drew him back to God. Lin Yuanzhi only noticed Zhao Qinglan before. Only then did he turn his attention to Song Weizheng.

He looked at the young and handsome Song Weizheng, his eyes and brows looked like the Zhao family, and suddenly he was in a daze, and he felt very familiar.

“It’s you?”

Song Weizheng gave a soft tap, but did not reply.

Jiang Suisui glanced at him curiously. Did they meet him before?

Lin Yuanzhi remembered the chance encounter at the bank not long ago. That young man with a very cold temper… actually was Qinglan’s son?

No wonder… No wonder he thought he was a little familiar at the time, and now that Song Weizheng and Zhao’s family are standing together, it is indeed a family at a glance.

Lin Yuanzhi turned his mind slowly, and finally digested such a long list of stories. He suddenly realized that if Zhao Jiabao was fake, then…this Song Weizheng should be his real son!

He suddenly raised his head, staring at Song Weizheng in a daze, trying to say something, but his words were blocked by his cold eyes.

Lin Yuanzhi knew that Song Weizheng probably also remembered the unpleasant encounter at the bank not long ago, so this would not look good on him.

Lin Yuanzhi felt a little regretful in his heart.

But it shouldn’t be all his fault! How did Song Weizheng grow up? Not like him or Zhao Qinglan, but like his uncle Zhao Weiguo!

When Lin Yuanzhi thought of Zhao Weiguo’s face, he was frustrated and disgusted, so he subconsciously wanted to make him ugly.

Seeing Song Weizheng’s cold face this time, Lin Yuanzhi didn’t mention how embarrassed he was.

But… why? He is his father!

Lin Yuanzhi paused, turned his head to look at Zhao Qinglan, his eyes were filled with tenderness for an instant: “Qinglan, these years…you have worked so hard, our children are so old…”

As soon as the voice fell, he heard Song Weizheng sneer, and then Zhao Weiguo stepped forward and picked him up, threatening: “There is no your child here, your precious son, and he is still waiting for you to go back to rescue him at the Public Security Bureau. .”

Lin Yuanzhi struggled to free himself from Zhao Weiguo’s hands: “Whether you admit it or not, he is my son. Before Qing Lan disappeared, he had my flesh and blood. Our father and son have been separated for so many years. From now on, I will be good to their mother and son.”

Mrs. Zhao sneered: “Lin Yuanzhi, you really have a thicker skin as you get older. Our Zhao family has long drawn a line with you. Qinglan has nothing to do with you, and Qinglan’s son has nothing to do with you! But don’t forget, you still have wives and children in your family, where is the face here that you want to take care of them?”

Lin Yuanzhi: “Aunt Zhao, blood and affection are inseparable. Qinglan is the only person I love in this life. Even if we are not together later, I will take the responsibility. This is the responsibility of a man. , My family will understand.”

Jiang Suisui looked speechless, this scumbag was quite righteous, and he didn’t know who had forgotten the profit back then. Now he is so actively trying to make up for it, how true is it?

Lin Yuanzhi disregarded Zhao Weiguo’s obstruction and actively cast his affectionate eyes towards Zhao Qinglan.

He could see that Song Weizheng was cold-tempered and had a bad initial impression of him, for fear that it would be difficult to make sense. But Zhao Qinglan was soft-tempered, and it was just a few words to make her angry before, and it must be the same now.

Lin Yuanzhi was full of confidence and looked at Zhao Qinglan affectionately, waiting for her response.

Zhao Qinglan took two steps back when he saw him, with an awkward expression on her face: “I’m sorry…I don’t know you.”

Lin Yuanzhi was shocked: “Qinglan, I know you have amnesia, but you can accept your original family, can’t you accept me? When you see me, you can’t remember our unforgettable love at all?”

Zhao Qinglan frowned, repelling some crazy Lin Yuanzhi: “Families are family members, and other people are other people. It’s completely different. To you, I really can’t remember at all. Please remember that you have a family. People in the room, stop talking nonsense.”

“Qinglan, how can you forget me so thoroughly?!” Lin Yuanzhi looked sad, and when he wanted to say something, he suddenly heard a faint voice from below, “Mom…this uncle is so scary… “

Zhao Qinglan quickly patted Song Yuxue in her arms: “Little Xue, don’t be afraid.”

Lin Yuanzhi was dumbfounded for a moment, and pointed to Song Yuxue in disbelief and said, “This…Which child is this? Why is she called your mother?”

Song Yuxue felt scared looking at Lin Yuanzhi’s distorted face with excitement. She quickly hugged Zhao Qinglan and buried her face in her arms.

Zhao Qinglan said calmly: “It’s my child, A Zheng’s sister.”

Lin Yuanzhi asked with a hint of luck: “Is it… adopted?”

Mrs. Zhao coldly snorted: “Look at her face, it looks exactly like Qinglan, how could it be adopted?”

Lin Yuanzhi thought of Song Yuxue’s childish but already beautiful face, which was indeed similar to Zhao Qinglan, so he couldn’t speak anymore.

Looking at his ugly look, Zhao Weiguo mocked: “Lin Yuanzhi, don’t you think that my sister is not married to you? I have to keep the festival for you for so many years? You want to be beautiful!”

Lin Yuanzhi was deeply shocked at this moment. In his heart, Zhao Qinglan has always been like a cinnabar mole in his heart, and the most beautiful and beautiful appearance of the age stayed with him.

He remembered her as a goddess, and loved their two “sons” like a jewel, and gave him what he wanted.

Now he told him that Zhao Qinglan was not only dead, but also married a long time ago and had other children?

Lin Yuanzhi felt uncomfortable.

Zhao Weiguo saw through his thoughts at a glance, sneered, and said lightly: “If there is nothing wrong, don’t disturb our family reunion. At this time, the Zhao family does not welcome outsiders.”

“Mother Zhang, see off!”

Zhang Ma hurriedly responded, preparing to send Lin Yuanzhi away.

At this moment, Lin Yuanzhi also forgot his original purpose, and was only in the shock of Zhao Qinglan’s still alive, and the sadness of her being married and having a son. Zhang Ma dragged him to the door.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly came from the door, which shook the sky, as if there was something urgent.

Zhang Ma subconsciously opened the door, and as soon as she opened it, she saw the person rushing in before she could see the figure outside. He picked up the thing in her hand and hit Lin Yuanzhi next to her.

Lin Yuanzhi couldn’t dodge, was hit face to face and let out a scream.

The scene suddenly became hot.

Jiang Suisui next to Zhao Qianyun, whispered gossip: “Your house is quite lively today.”

Zhao Qianyun also felt that the excitement was a bit too much, but she still replied: “Cousin, this will be your home again.”

Jiang Suisui: “…”

On the other end, Lin Yuanzhi, who was beaten up, finally raised his head to see the person’s appearance. He couldn’t help but roared: “Qian Meilin! Why are you crazy about coming here?!”

The visitor was Lin Yuanzhi’s wife, Qian Meilin. She seemed very angry and ignored the messy appearance. She smiled and said, “Lin Yuanzhi, you are so good! You dare to steal our money from Qian’s family. ! Is my courage to indulge you all these years?”

Lin Yuanzhi’s angry complexion suddenly stiffened, and he couldn’t keep his anger in an instant. He whispered embarrassedly: “Meilin, what are you talking about? I don’t understand… Forget it, there are some things, let’s go back and talk about it, this is someone else. Home, don’t mess around here. Go, come home with me.”

Lin Yuanzhi pulled Qian Meilin away and walked out. Qian Meilin waved her away. She shook her hand on the account book she had just used to beat people, and sneered: “If I accidentally saw the account book, I don’t know. So much of the money our family had in your bank has been misappropriated! You are so kind!”

“You also know that this is in someone else’s house. Why don’t you come back to someone else’s house if you have a house?” Qian Meilin was thinking about your early death—” Qian Meilin spoke while scanning the people in the house, but she saw someone in the middle. Suddenly stopped when I was personal.

She looked at it two more incredulously, and murmured: “…Zhao Qinglan? No, it’s impossible…Who are you? How come you look like Zhao Qinglan?”

Qian Meilin glanced at Lin Yuanzhi: “No wonder you suddenly ran to Zhao’s house, why? You fell in love with another woman who looks the same as Zhao Qinglan?”

Zhao Weiguo’s expression condensed and said: “Mrs. Lin, take your husband away and don’t spoil in our Zhao family. Anyone in the Zhao family has nothing to do with your Lin family and Qian family!”

Qian Meilin snorted coldly, and said, “It doesn’t matter? Why do you say that it doesn’t matter? If it doesn’t matter, what should Zhao Jiabao take for Lin Yuanzhi’s money?”

After hearing that the old lady hated iron is not a steel road: “This incompetent thing! With him from the novel to the adult, he actually has a secret relationship with Lin Yuanzhi!”

Grandpa Zhao patted her on the shoulder and said to Qian Meilin: “Zhao Jiabao is not our child, and his private dealings with Lin Yuanzhi have been kept from us. If you want to settle accounts, just go home with Lin Yuanzhi. Or go to the Public Security Bureau to find Zhao Jiabao. For others, I forgive our Zhao family for not being able to accompany him.”