MTL - Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities-Chapter 1207 Lu's children

"I can't find out, An Ze's father." Chu Lu took the file in Xia Ruoxin's hands and put it away. "I'm going to treat Zheng An Ze as my own heir. Naturally, he will find out all his past, but, I never found out who Anze ’s father was, but in the end I could only find out. Zheng Yule was an orphan, and Zheng Anze is now unknown to his father. "

"I know who his father is?" Xia Ruoxin narrowed his eyes slightly, sometimes wondering if this was an arrangement of fate. Anze turned out to be a Lu's child, and he called her aunt.

Chu Lu had a bad feeling in his heart. "If you want, don't tell me, An Ze's biological father is Lu Jinrong?" He just said it casually, but when Xia Ruoxin nodded to him, he Never hated my mouth like this.

He tried his best to cultivate the most successful heir. It turned out to be the kind of Lu Jinrong. No, he didn't agree. Yes, he wouldn't agree. Anze was retrieved by him. Now his name is in his account. Originally, it was his Chu family's children, the heirs he had cultivated, not the Lu family's, and it was impossible for Lu Jinrong, a mixed protein, to take advantage.

Zheng Anze returned from the school. He still carried his new notebook on his back. I have to say that the notebook sent by his aunt was really easy to use. It also received a lot of envy and jealousy from others. Of course, there is also Lin Qing, but Lin Qing always returns He is a few levels behind him, not on the same campus, so he has fewer encounters, but when he meets, he can't help but be sour and talk coldly.

And these Zheng Anze do n’t want to take his heart. His time is precious. He does n’t care about these non-nutritive things with Lin Qing. If he has time, he can go to his uncle ’s company to work for another day, or go to primary school. Tutor and earn your living expenses.

His uncle gave him a small amount of pocket money, except for the basic living expenses, which he earned himself. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong like this, and he liked a down-to-earth life.

The uncle said, the more you do now, the more difficult it is to get started, then the higher your future achievements, he will always remember in his heart and dare not forget.

He rang the doorbell. After a while, the house nanny came over and opened the door, but as soon as he passed by, he didn't seem to be right. There were guests in the house today.

And they all stared at him like they saw a ghost. He touched his face, and it was impossible. His face was not cleaned today, and he didn't move, and finally raised his head. Looking at the landing Jinrong, at this time, Lu Jinrong's complexion was very complicated, and there were too many things in those eyes, and for a time, Zheng Anze couldn't understand.

"Mom, Meow Meow is hungry," Xiaoyu opened the door and walked out, followed by a fat cat. It was a pure white Garfield, and now he was fat and couldn't move.

Xia Ruoxin walked over, hugged the fat cat, and held his daughter's little hand.

"Obviously take meow to play, don't come out."

Xiaoyu took a look at this, then looked at that, and finally she reached out her little hand and hugged the fat cat vigorously, but just as soon as it was hugged, the cat fell to the ground, the cat was too heavy, and she couldn't hold , The nanny had to hold the cat in one hand, and then took her into the room, and the atmosphere outside was very weird, and it even felt like it might be a touch.

This is not a war, but it feels more tense than a war.

"Anze comes," Xia Ruoxin beckoned to Zheng Anze, who had been standing still.

Zheng Anze walked over and stood in front of Xia Ruoxin, and he slightly sided his face, and saw that a middle-aged woman always seemed to have not left his eyes, and her suddenly excited face, and that forbearance Can't hold back tears.

And she gave Zheng An a sense of extra familiarity.

As if, as if, yes, just as if. It's like looking in the mirror.

He always thought that he looked like his mother. In fact, he looks like Zheng Yule with only two points or so. However, today he finds that there is still another like him in this world. Yes, aunt.

"Child," Jian Qingying wanted to hold back her tears, but she couldn't help it. When Xia Ruoxin told them that they might have a grandson, she almost cried her eyes and almost all night. She didn't sleep, and then until the child came in, her heart was not restless, and now she saw it, yes she saw it. This is not wrong. It is her grandson, this child looks like her.

Hi Auntie, Zheng Anze shouted politely

But Jian Qingying was getting sadder.

"Child, I'm a grandma, I'm your grandma," said Jian Qingying, who couldn't help but cried Zheng Anze and burst into tears. The children of their Lu family, her grandson, were all so big.

Zheng Anze was stiff, but he didn't know what to do, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if the blood in his body found his companions, but they were all resonating.

Xia Ruoxin stretched out his hand and put one thing in front of Zheng Anze, "You know this by looking at this."

Xia Ruoxin was holding a necklace in his hand. There was a small heart-shaped pendant underneath the necklace. This was his, but he put his hand on his neck and pulled out an identical one.

No, this is not his. He's always been there, never leaving his body.

He shook his hand and took the one in Xia Ruoxin's hand, then opened it. The same photo, the same woman, except that the woman was there, and the man's face was not painted, and the photo was a bit faded, but the two's The facial features are still very clear.

One was his mother, and the other, his pupils suddenly shrank, and they looked towards Lu Jinrong.

The man in the photo is him, Lu Jinrong.

He suddenly pulled at the corners of his lips, as if to understand.

"Mr. Lu, why are you so sure that I am your child? After all, a photo doesn't mean anything?" Although he said so in his mouth, it was actually certain that his mother never said that his father was Who, but only when looking at this necklace, will be dazed, crying, and sad, until the time of her death, her eyes were faint, always staring at the direction of his chest, and he knew, mother It was not him, but this necklace, her own past.