In the years, he brought his son-in-law to the house and raised his cubs and became rich

Chapter 847 Brother Qin Heng!
Then Jin Baozhu really walked over.

"Xiao Yue, come in!" Jin Baozhu walked inside and immediately waved to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue looked at the key in his hand, and then at the golden orb inside, and couldn't help laughing.

Really has her!

"Be careful, don't trip over!" Ling Yue quickly reminded him when he saw the dead branches and fallen leaves in the yard.

The door is still open.

Go back to your own home, where is the door not open.

The yard was still the same as it was when he left, without much change. The drainage ditch was dug a little deeper, which should be dug by Papa Jin.

The fallen leaves in the yard should be cleaned every once in a while, otherwise it would be impossible to fall so little.

Father Jin and Mother Jin take care of his house very carefully!
His grandparents left at an old age, and they should have been sad, and Ling Yue had already looked away.

"Your grandma and grandpa still grow flowers?" Jin Baozhu squatted on the corner of the wall as if seeing the New World.

Of course, this season, it cannot be flowers.

It is a row of clay flower pots, one by one side by side, and there is a small flower bed made of green bricks in front.

"Well, my grandfather likes to grow flowers." Ling Yue smiled and took out the key and opened the door!

A wave of damp came out of the house, and a lot of soil fell on the ground. It seemed that it hadn't been cleaned for a while.

Ling Yue glanced at it, and told Jin Baozhu to wait outside the door, not to come in yet.

The roof is transparent, and there is really a big hole!
"It's probably because of the heavy rain this year." Ling Yue took a look and entered the house.

Apart from the rare flower pots, her partner's family is really poor!
There was the sound of moving tables and chairs in the room, and Jin Baozhu rolled her eyes silently. Could it be that she wanted to move the tables, chairs and benches back?
If she really moved back, her parents would definitely say that Xiaoyue would live a good life.

Thinking of that scene, Jin Baozhu wanted to laugh again.

These flower pots are quite complete, but they can be moved back to plant flowers.

Just as Jin Baozhu bent down, she heard someone asking for directions.

"Excuse me, does Ling Qingshan's family live here?"

The voice was quite familiar.

When Jin Baozhu looked up, both of them were stunned.

The two had the same thought: Isn't this the man on the train?
Qin Heng thought about his appearance and that person's appearance, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Excuse me, is this Ling Qingshan's house?"

The person who came was very polite, but unfortunately, she didn't know who Ling Qingshan was.

Also surnamed Ling, could it be Grandpa Lingyue?
Before Jin Baozhu could speak, Ling Yue came out.

"That's my grandfather, he's dead."

The two people who look so similar are looking for Grandpa Lingyue again, so there is a good show to watch.

Jin Baozhu smiled slightly and invited people to come in.

"Would you like to come in and talk?"

Before Qin Heng could speak, Ling Yue spoke first.

"It's not convenient, how about packing at home?"

Jin Baozhu looked at Ling Yue curiously, he rarely rejected someone so directly.

Does he have a strange attitude?

The two are relatives?
Close relatives?
Looking at Ling Yue like that, he should know.

Ling Yue's face was calm, and no emotion could be seen on his face.

"If it's okay, you can go, what else are we busy with?" Ling Yue drove people away coldly this time.

Qin Heng had already guessed who Ling Yue was, but was a little surprised by his attitude.

They are brothers!

"Are you Xiaoyue? I'm your brother, Qin Heng!"

Jin Baozhu's eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.

elder brother?
dear?
Ling Yue looked at Qin Heng coldly: "I don't have an older brother, you can go!"

Jin Baozhu's eyes wandered around Ling Yuehe's body, if he dared to say that he was not his biological brother, he would be blind.

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