w. When she gets better, I'll have her call you back. " The bodyguard finished and hung up the phone.after a while, Wei Zhen called.the bodyguard stood outside the ward door and answered the phone: "m...Chapter 757

but there is a solo photo of chanting.

at that time, Fu Shiting was only a four-year-old child, and even if he had a sharper mind than his peers, he couldn't do anything even if he wanted his sister to take a family photo with him.

Qin Anan speculated that the reason why Yin Yin was not listed in Fu's household registration book was probably because Fu Shiting's father could not accept Yin, a mentally handicapped child.

otherwise, it is impossible to take a family photo without your daughter.

she went on flipping through the photos. Turning to a new page, Fu Shiting's five-year-old solo photo appeared in front of her.

she looked at the picture of Fu Shiting when he was five years old, as if looking at him now.

but there seems to be something wrong.

her heartstrings were tight, and her fingers holding the album trembled slightly.

Fu Shiting doesn't seem to look like this when she looks at the photo in front of Fu Shiting. But Fu Shiting in this five-year-old photo is clearly Fu Shiting!

she turned the picture back to look for a picture of him when he was four years old, but she didn't!

she clearly remembers that she seemed to have seen a picture of him just now. How could it be gone

she continued to turn forward. There is no solo photo of him when he is three years old.

only a picture of him at the age of two.

she took out a picture of him at the age of two and compared it with a picture of him at the age of five.

this is clear. They are two different children.

does it seem to have changed a lot because of the lack of three-or four-year-old photos

Why is there no picture of him during the three years between the ages of two and five

what happened in the middle

then Mrs. Zhang came in and said, "Ann, I'm going to prepare dinner."

Qin Anan closed the album and strode to the door: "hasn't Fu Shiting come back yet"

"No. Stay for dinner! " Sister-in-law Zhang looked into her eyes. "Why are your eyes red" Do you want to chant "

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Qin Anan nodded.

"well, no matter what happens to Yin or Ziqiu, it will be very hard for you and your husband." Sister-in-law Zhang sighed, "I only hope that after Ziqiu can be safe and healthy, so that it is not in vain to pay."

6: 00 p.m.

it's getting completely dark outside.

Mrs. Zhang called Fu Shiting to ask him when he would be back, but he didn't answer the phone.

"Ann, he's not answering his phone. Why don't you eat first" Sister-in-law Zhang said, "didn't you say you had to go to the hospital later"

Qin Anan answered and picked up the chopsticks.

just after she picked up her chopsticks, there was a siren outside.

Mrs. Zhang ran to the door to have a look, then quickly returned to the dining room: "Ann, sir is back!"

Qin Anan immediately put down his chopsticks and came out of the dining room.

she went to the door of the villa and saw Fu Shiting get out of the car in the dark.

his deep eyes are as cold as water, looking at her coldly.

she knew that he would not blame the chanting on her, but at this moment, she was afraid.

she doesn't know what she's afraid of.

he strode towards her. When he was almost in front of her, her body retreated unconsciously.

"you came to see me" He went up to her, looked at her little face and said coldly, "what can I do for you"

did he even ask her what was wrong

does she have something to do before she can come

"I came to see you." She plucked up the courage to speak.

"I'm fine, you go!" He interrupted her, looking away from her face.

he strode away and went upstairs to his room.

she heard something broken in her heart!

she pursed her lips and the bitterness spread to her limbs!

he hates her so much, he probably won't have Ziqiu!rious smile, "there is a greeting card in it, but I didn't peek." You can go and get it now, because I'll take a taxi back today. "Xiaohe thought about who sent the flowers in his mind, and the more h...