Nanma continued to kindly ask the little guy, "wait, tell Grandma what you want to eat. Grandma will do whatever aunt Qiao can't do."

The little guy tangled for a while, and then whispered, "wait, I want to eat sweet and sour spareribs."

Nanma said, "OK, grandma will do it for you now."

Nanma stood up and seemed a little excited. She carried things to the kitchen and went to the door. She turned to Nanqiao and said coldly, "come in and help."

"Good." Nanqiao answered, and then said to the little guy, "I watch TV by myself. My aunt and... Grandma will make dinner soon."

When Nanqiao came into the kitchen, she heard Nanma say, "go and wash the spareribs with water. Wash them clean."

"Good."

Nanma opened the cover of the rice cooker, and a mist rushed up. Nanma fanned it with her hand and asked, "when did you cook your porridge?"

"Just now, when you came in, I just put green vegetables and shrimps in."

Nanma nodded, her eyes flashed slightly, and said, "wait, it's very similar to when you were a child. If you want your child to stay with yingmuyao, you should tell me and your father that there's no need to hide it from us."

Nanqiao was stunned, then frowned, "Mom, what are you talking about? Wait. Like me? I want my children to stay with Ying muyao? What is it all about? "

She had fantasized that her son was still alive, but it was impossible.

Nanma glanced at her coolly, "do you want to continue with me? Wait, isn't it the son of you and Ying muyao? At that time, you told us that the child was exiled, but it has been seven months. Premature babies can survive, let alone induced labor. You want the child to follow Ying muyao. There is no need to cheat us. "

Wait, is that her and Ying muyao's son? How does her mother know that? Wait, it's Rong Zhiyi's son, OK?! Her child in those years was really lost. She was born dead. She saw it with her own eyes at that time.

But why does her mother say wait, it looks like her when she was a child?

Nanqiao is in a mess.

Nanma didn't look as if she was cheating herself. Her face changed slightly. She said suspiciously, "wait, it's really not you and Ying muyao's son?"

Nanqiao took a deep breath, pinched his eyebrows, and said wearily, "Mom, wait. It's the children of Ying muyao and miss Rong. It's really not mine. Ying muyao has something to do. Let me take care of it. It's really not mine."

Nanma frowned and said to her solemnly, "Qiaoqiao, wait a minute. It's really like you when you were a child, especially your eyes. I don't know what's going on, but I think you'd better check it. I'm afraid Ying muyao even cheated you."

Nanqiao's face turned white and looked at Nanma dully, "Mom, do you have any pictures of me when I was a child? Can I have a look? "

"It's all at home. If you want to see me go back and find it for you."

"No Nanqiao suddenly took Nanma's hand excitedly, "I want to see it now, Ma, I want to see it now."

Say, South Bridge eye socket more and more red, tears quickly gather in the eye socket, silent turbulent outflow.

Is her son still alive? Could it be a wait? is that true?

Nanma's heart aches, but she's also a little uneasy. What if she doesn't? Doesn't it give her hope and disappoint her?

Nanqiao saw Nanma's scruples, wiped away her tears, and said, "Mom, since I doubt it, I must find out!"

Nanma pursed her lips, thought about it and said: "Qiao Qiao, I won't miss the photos. Even if you look at them, you will feel like it. I think if you really doubt it, it's better to be a DNA."

Nanqiao eyes a bright, right, do a DNA, this is the most accurate.

"Good." Nanqiao said again: "I'll get the hair of wait. We'll do DNA tomorrow."

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Happy Christmas Eve, today's ninth night, momeda. Thank you for watching the babies here spend Christmas Eve with pumpkin. Pumpkin is going to write a new article