Yeling's eyes were cold, and when he heard this, he was indifferent, his handsome and incomparable face was like being covered with a layer of ice, in the dark, Shen Qianshu's heart was beating faster than usual, and his eyes were moist, I had doubts for a long time, but I didn't dare to confirm it, after seeing Yang Lihua, this thought became stronger and stronger.

Do you know how I came back along the way? I thought about it all the way, thinking about the events of the year, thinking about the words of my second brother, thinking about Yang Lihua's words, and I couldn't wait to break their words word by word, looking for the information I wanted.

There was a thought that suddenly jumped in, is it possible that Tong Hua is our son, our own son, this thought is so strong that I can't control it. I had long regarded him as my own son, and I thought I didn't care, but when I thought that he was not dead, he was still alive, and I was very happy. I really want to thank God, I'm afraid that my hopes will be disappointed, and I'm afraid that I'll think too much, you tell me, am I thinking too much?

Yeling was silent, not answering.

Shen Qianshu looked at him incredulously, why didn't you react at all, could it be that he was not your biological son, was it really that indifferent?

Shen Qianshu

Shen Qianshu's tearful eyes widened slightly, and he held his hand, you tell me, is he or not?

Her heart rate was out of control.

I didn't dig deeper, but nine times out of ten, yes. Yeling said lightly.

What are you talking about? Shen Qianshu stood up suddenly, and walked up and down the study excitedly, the curtains of the study were drawn thickly, and no matter how you looked at it, you couldn't see a little light.

She had long since burst into tears.

She knew Yeling too well, and if she wasn't sure, she wouldn't have said that.

Children's paintings, is it really their son?

He's alive!

Still alive!

Was it Dr. Yang's son who died that year?

Why?

Chiki, don't get excited!

She wiped her tears, wanted to find the children's painting, Yeling held her wrist and held her in her arms, Shen Qianshu was inexplicably aggrieved, sad, tears kept flowing out, you let go of me, you let go of me, I want to go to him, I want to hug him.

Her fists, constantly pounding into his chest, pounded his wounds.

Yeling didn't say a word, hugging her who was struggling.

Shen Qianshu's emotions were completely out of control, she originally wanted to discuss with Yeling, secretly do a check, and confirm her suspicions, but now she can't control herself, her son is still alive, still alive

Don't cry. Yeling took a deep breath, swallowed the pain in his chest, and calmed down.

I can't calm down. Shen Qianshu said, when I think that he is my son, I can't calm down.

You have long regarded him as your own son, it is not important.

Of course it's important! Shen Qianshu said, how could it not be important, all these years, tortured day and night, years of nightmares, and collapsed overnight, how could it not be important, Shen Qianshu bit Yeling's shoulder.

Sir, you don't understand.

How important is that!

On the shoulder, there was a sharp pain, and Yeling secretly wondered, is it a dog?

He knew that telling her would be like this.

Do you want to know the results?

Think!

Yeling let go of Shen Qianshu, walked to the bookshelf, and took a palm-sized machine, Shen Qianshu looked at him curiously, Yeling said, this is a product developed by Tingyun Company and has not yet applied for a patent, he specially mailed one to me, and it only takes three minutes to know the genetic comparison.