Chapter 899：

Chapter 899

Qiaolian listened to what he said, playing drums upside down, "Young man, did we know each other before?"

I wish nine lips pressed into a straight line, looking a little angry, like a child who begged for sweets with adults but did not.

"Auntie still has some savings in her hometown. She doesn't know, I can..."

"Does it take 203,871 yuan, 6 cents, and 4 points?" Zhu Jiu interrupted her and looked at her directly.

Qiao was startled in love, and subconsciously looked at Qiao Yi. Could it be that during the time she was in a coma, this girl had completely confided her lover at home?

But she thought again, no, she hid this deposit very secretly, and Qiao Yi’s temperament would not be discovered.

The young man in front of her gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she was also sure that she had never seen him.

What exactly is going on.

"Mom." Qiao Yi really couldn't stand it anymore: "He is the brother."

At this moment, Zhu Jiu had mixed feelings in his heart. He wanted to introduce himself to his mother, but found that nothing he said could arouse his mother’s corresponding memories. He has never lived with his mother, and even in the mother's mind, he is still the baby wrapped in a swaddle, and he has never even had a name.

Qiao Lian made Qiao Yi talk dumbfounded, and she didn't know how she pushed away Zhu Jiu's hand on her shoulder, and barely sat up.

She pulled Zhu Jiu to the side of Xiangguang, and looked at him carefully, scanning his face inch by inch, especially staying around his eyes for a very long time.

'S eyes from the initial calm, unknown, surprised, and now I can't believe it. The heart suddenly beat fiercely in his chest, and a guess in his mind gradually became clear.

Zhu Jiu gently held her hand and said, "My name is Zhu Jiu, and the name is my own. I grew up in Country X, and I..." He suddenly couldn't say anything.

His life, his past, there has never been the shadow of Qiao Lian. He asked himself in his heart, would these mothers believe what he said?

Mom, will she deny him?

How should he prove his identity? How should he tell his mother that he was the child who was taken away by He Junbai 21 years ago.

At this moment, Qiao Lian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly moved. She pulled Zhu Jiu's white coat away. She didn't know how hard she had come from, and the buttons caused her to tear off a few.

"Mom, what's the matter with you." Zhu Jiu didn't dare to struggle for fear of hurting his mother, so she let her pull.

Qiaolian finished pulling his white coat and tucked his shirt. He looked excited, and kept muttering, "Let me take a look, let me take a look, my son, my son has three red moles on his chest!"

After finishing speaking, with a stab, I wish Jiu did not need her mother to tear her clothes apart.

Sure enough, under his right collarbone, three red moles the size of rice grains were arranged in a triangle.

Qiaolian was stunned immediately.

21 years ago, a scene on the delivery bed suddenly came to mind.

At that time, she had just given birth, and the midwife took the cleaned baby to her and asked her to confirm, and said: "The two children in your family have imprints on them, so you can hold them well and don't lose them." With that, she opened the swaddling clothes on the two children and showed her.

My younger sister has a red mole on her collarbone, and her brother has three, so bright and eye-catching.

At that time, Qiao Lian still thought in his heart, how could the child be lost for no reason, but he did not expect that her son would be lost less than a month after he was born...

(End of this chapter)