Chapter 99

She was waiting for him in Ye Zimo's room. She was going to ask for a crime at the first time. But I didn't want to be attracted by this photo. Instead, I didn't start to be so angry.

"Mom, what are you doing? Not tired? I don't want to sleep As ye Zimo said, he went to his mother and sat down in a chair.

Fu Fengyi didn't answer him. Instead, she looked back at him and asked him, "Mo'er, who is this?"

"He is..." after ye Zimo said these two words, he didn't want to say that he was related to Xia Yihan.

"It's just an employee in my company. When my assistant chatted with me today, he said that he was very handsome and more handsome than me. I don't believe it. Let him send me a picture. "

"Oh Fu Fengyi Oh, I don't know why some lost, this mood obviously let Ye Zimo feel.

"What's the matter, Ma?" Ye Zimo stood up, put his hand on his mother's shoulder and asked softly.

"Nothing. I just feel like I've seen him somewhere. It looks familiar, but I can't remember it. " Fu Fengyi's words made Ye Zimo feel strange. He asked subconsciously, "do you think you've seen it? I don't think so. I haven't thought about it for a long time

If mother also said that she had, ye Zimo thought, they must have. Or maybe someone's child went to their home when he was a child, and when he grew up, he was very similar to his childhood.

Maybe this person looks like someone they know. It's not sure.

"This child, I must have seen it!" Fu Fengyi said with great certainty.

"So sure?" Asked Ye Zimo.

He couldn't help looking at the enlarged picture on the computer again. If the mother must have met this person, and this person's life trajectory can not be related to them, what does that mean?

"Well, I just feel sure. Mo'er, how old is the child? "

Fu Fengyi asked, ye Zimo immediately knew what she meant. I'm afraid she has hope again and thinks that this child is her lost Ye Zihan.

But about Mo Xiaojun's age, ye Zimo doesn't want to cheat his mother. Although she knows his age, she will deepen her guess.

"Ma, he should be twenty-six or twenty-seven."

"Should I? Why is age still unknown? " Fu Fengyi asked with a frown.

"Because he grew up in the orphanage, you know, many of the children in the orphanage were very young, and they couldn't tell how old they were at that time. Most of them were written by the staff of the orphanage guessing the age of the children, so they were not accurate."

"Orphanage!" Fu Fengyi was a little excited. She grabbed Ye Zimo's arm and raised her voice: "that is to say, he may be ye Zihan, isn't he? You already know that he is my son Ye Zihan? "

At first, Fu Fengyi just said that she thought she had met this person, but now she definitely thinks that this person is Ye Zihan.

"Ma! Be calm Ye Zimo stood up, let his mother lean against him, and then gently rub her hair, trying to calm her down.

"Tell me, you already know that he is my little Ye Zihan, isn't he? Mom can't calm down! I can't calm down! " Fu Fengyi still looks up excitedly and looks at Ye Zimo hopefully.

"No!" Ye Zimo simply said these two words without any hesitation.

In fact, he had this idea in his mind,

Otherwise, I won't open this picture for a long time before going out for a meeting in the afternoon.

"Are you lying to me? Mo'er, don't you see that one of his people looks like you? And look, he looks like your father, too. Here, isn't it a bit like me? " Fu Fengyi said more and more excited, and her hand was still pointing on Mo Xiaojun's face.

Because ye Zihan has no obvious features, such as birthmarks, obvious moles and so on. Many years have passed, and now we can only look at his appearance.

However, no one can predict how much changes will take place in the facial features and all other parts of a child who was just over two years old and grew into a young man in his twenties.

"Ma, he's not!"

"You lied to me! It must be. Look at this child, it's my Ye Zihan Fu Fengyi said, tears on the flow down, can not stop.

Looking at his mother like this, ye Zimo's heart sank and sank.

He turned the computer chair around to stop his mother from looking at the picture.

"Ma, this man is not ye Zihan. I have checked. In fact, he is Xia Yihan's elder brother, the one who complained in front of chairman Ye last time that he was wrongly killed. Maybe it's a little bit like John when he was a child, so I've watched it many times, but he's not. I've seen pictures of him when he was a child, and they have nothing in common with him. "

"No way?" Fu Fengyi looks at Ye Zimo suspiciously.

"It's true. You know I miss John too. I miss him more than anyone else. If it's him, why don't I tell you? There are too many similar people in the world. You don't remember Liu Baobin last time. You also said that it must be, but the result is not. And the one named sun, don't you also say 100%? The results also let us down. This person is just a little bit like him, but he is not. " Ye Zimo's words seemed to calm Fu Fengyi's mood a lot.

Calmed is calmed, but the expression is extremely disappointed.

"Oh, I made a mistake again." She lost ground to say, tears flow more fierce.

Ye Zimo quietly helps his mother to wipe her tears. He just because he is a big man, bleeding without tears. In fact, his heart is bleeding at this time.

He didn't want to find his brother, and he never gave up over the years. But how many times to find, how many times disappointed. Every time his mother mistook someone, she would lose many days and get a serious illness. He was afraid of this.

So although he didn't see the photos of Mo Xiaojun when he was a child, he also lied to Fu Fengyi that he had seen them.

In the past, when he saw something similar to Ye Zihan, even if it was a little bit similar, he would go through a thorough investigation, find out the person, do DNA comparison, and make sure it was not.

But this man, he has ordered Lin Dahui not to continue the investigation. To bring down Yu Hongtao, we can start with other cases. It's not necessarily necessary to use Mo Xiaojun, a difficult matter to investigate. His corruption, bribery and several homicide cases are enough for him to serve in prison for several lives.

If Mo Xiaojun is Ye Zihan, it means Ye Zihan is dead. Fu Fengyi can't bear the result, and ye Zimo can't bear the result.

In the hearts of Ye Haoran, Fu Fengyi and ye Zimo, they always think that ye Zihan is still alive, and as long as he hasn't been found, he is alive and well. Only in this way can they not despair.

What's more, ye Zimo has been disappointed too many times, and no longer believes that there will be such a coincidence in the world. It happens that Xia Yihan's ex boyfriend is his younger brother, and it's ridiculous to speculate based on a photo with some similarity.

"Mom, it's OK. If you admit your mistake, you'll admit it. We'll find Xiao Han. As long as we don't give up, we will find John. He must be alive. Don't you mean good is rewarded with good? You are so kind-hearted and have done so many good deeds. God will not treat you badly and will return your child. Mom, it will be Say, ye Zimo embraces Fu Fengyi's shoulder, pacify her. These words were meant to comfort his mother and to himself.

Ye Zihan is absolutely not Mo Xiaojun, absolutely not!

Ye Zihan of their family is 100% alive. God won't let them find someone who has been looking for so many years. Once they find someone who has passed away, God won't be so cruel!

"Well! Yes, I'll find it. Mom is a little tired. She wants to go to sleep for a while Fu Fengyi seems to have been drained, and her voice is very low.

Ye Zimo is really worried that his mother will know that this person is not ye Zihan as she did several times before, and she will be attacked and ill again.

He picked up his mother, took her back to her bedroom and let her sit down on the chair. After he made the bed himself, he helped Fu Fengyi to lie down.

Gently cover the quilt for his mother, he sat by the bed, very gently said: "you sleep, I'll sit here with you."

Fu Fengyi shook her head and said feebly, "Mo'er, go out. Do whatever you want. I'll be quiet."

"I'm with you. You can be quiet. I don't talk." Ye Zimo knew that his mother's silence was to lick the wound and miss Ye Zihan alone. She would relive every detail from the time he was pregnant to the time he was born. Then to his loss, and then blame herself, blame her at that time in a hurry only with Ye Zimo go, and did not take ye Zihan. If the two children were taken, or the small one, and the big one was left to Ye Haoran, this would not happen.

She always felt that all the sufferings Xiao Ye Zihan had suffered outside over the years were caused by her. At the thought of this, she was in agony and melancholy.

Every time like this, she would stubbornly refuse to accept treatment, as if to put herself in a spiritual prison.

This time, ye Zimo didn't give her the chance to close. He sat beside his mother and refused to move.

Fu Fengyi closed her eyes and held back her tears. She knew what her son meant. In fact, ye Zimo is very filial, except that he intended to fight against Ye Haoran, which is the vent of his resentment for many years. Everything else follows his mother's heart.

She still remembers one time when she was ill and refused to take medication. When she had a fever, ye Zimo stayed at her bedside all night to take care of her.

She asked him why he should be so filial. At his age, it is rare to be filial to his mother. He told her that because he wanted to put Xiao Han's filial piety together, he had to do more than the other two sons.

Fu Fengyi always closed her eyes. Ye Zimo knew that she was not asleep. She just didn't want to talk, and he didn't say it, so she accompanied her in silence. Soon there was a knock at the door.

"Auntie, this is song wanting. May I come in?"

"Mom, get up and talk to wanting for a while." Ye Zimo still wants someone to distract Fu Fengyi.

Fu Fengyi often thinks of others. She doesn't force herself in front of Ye's ink. She pretends to be happy in front of outsiders. He believed that she would be really happy to dress up.

"Come in!" Ye Zimo said in a loud voice, song wanting opened the door and came in, holding a tray with a bowl of porridge on it.