"Mr. Jia? Mr. Jia Qi Enron saw that Mr. Jia's eyes were getting more and more wrong. His eyebrows were slightly frowning, and the smile on his face was also restrained. He opened his mouth and called him several times.

When Mr. Jia heard Qi Enron's call, he woke up from a dream. He was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm shaking my God. Whether a person is excellent or not can be easily seen from her own temperament, manner and action, as well as her way of dealing with people. Although I have only met Miss Qi a few times, I am sure that Miss Qi must be a very excellent woman. So, I'm really curious about your parents who have cultivated such excellent people, and I really hope to have a chance to meet them in the future. "

Mr. Jia's words were reasonable, but she didn't know that they had poked into Qi Enron's heart, which made her face darken. "Unfortunately, Mr. Jia may not have this chance, because my mother is no longer here."

Mr. Jia's eyes suddenly shrunk, and his body swayed for a moment: "your mother also..."

Mr. Jia just wanted to ask further, then he looked at Qi Enron coldly. When he got to his mouth, he had to swallow it back. He asked in a dumb voice, "what about your father?"

Qi Enron's face became more and more indifferent: "I don't have a father."

"No dad? How can... "Mr. Jia's face changed again. Just as he wanted to ask in detail, he heard a strong cry from a child not far away.

"Sister Enron!"

Mr. Jia's words stopped abruptly. He turned around and saw a little boy who looked like four or five years old running out of the kindergarten with a small schoolbag and a small shell on his back. He rushed to Qi Enron beside him.

Qi Enron seems to have been used to Ye Zhaoyang's enthusiasm for a long time, and naturally reaches out to catch Ye Zhaoyang.

"Did Yang Yang say goodbye to his teacher and classmates?"

"Well."

"Let's go home."

"Yes, yes."

Qi Enron took Ye Zhaoyang by the hand, turned around and politely said hello to Mr. Jia: "then we'll go first."

Ye Zhaoyang noticed that there was a strange uncle standing beside Qi Enron. He quickly hid behind Qi Enron, grasped Qi Enron's hand and looked at him secretly.

Mr. Jia originally intended to stay in Qi'an for a few more words. Seeing ye Zhaoyang like this, it's really hard to stay any more.

Had to restrain their hearts of countless doubts and shock, dry back sentence: "OK, goodbye."

No matter how complicated Mr. Jia's mood was, Qi Enron took Ye Zhaoyang to leave the right and wrong place quickly.

Mr. Jia watched Qi Enron's back as he left. Then he turned back to the car.

Coincidentally, as soon as he got into the car, there was a phone call.

As soon as the phone was put through, the person on the opposite side was a little excited and said, "Sir, what you entrusted us to check before has something to look up."

Mr. Jia's original reason was pulled back in a moment, and the whole person stood up: "what do you say? I've got an eye for it. Have you found anything? "

"We found that Miss Qi's appearance was very similar to that of a dead miss of Qi family in s city from the neighborhood where she was familiar with the elder of Miss Qi. This young lady is the adopted daughter of the whole family. She passed away more than ten years ago. "

They look alike? Died more than a decade ago?

Mr. Jia couldn't help but hear Qi Enron's words not long ago. She said that her mother had already died, and the hand holding the mobile phone unconsciously tightened for a few minutes.