Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  The drum doesn't need a heavy hammer. At this point, several people understand what he means.

  Su Jianguo looked at his mother and brother, then glanced at his thoughtful niece, and came forward to ask questions.

   "Village chief, do you mean that this matter has nothing to do with my Haitang?"

  Su Jianjun groaned anxiously.

"Is the matter unclear? Just because of Liu Lancui's temper, trivial matters can be turned upside down. If her son loses such a big thing, she can cover it up for 18 years without leaking? It's not like she wants to play fish in troubled waters and deceive others. Bundle!"

   Zhang Yuee coughed lightly, and was not used to talking about family ugliness in front of her grandson-in-law and relatives.

   "Lancui was bitten to death, and she was born as a kid. Besides, she was recovering at home all day long, how could she know about the plan? Not to mention her usual attitude towards Haitang, cough."

  Su Haitang listened silently, the balance in her heart tilted towards the rational side.

  Although she is emotionally willing to draw a line with Liu Lancui's family, she still needs evidence.

   It is not a trivial matter to recognize your parents and change your ancestors, and you must be careful.

   Cheng Yuanzheng took out his military ID card from his military uniform pocket and opened it to show a few people brightly. There was a black-and-white photo in the inner layer of the transparent ID shell.

   "I brought back a photo on purpose, so you'll understand when you look at it."

  Su Dequan hadn't seen the photo yet. He took the officer's certificate and looked at it, raised his brows, looked up at Su Haitang, didn't speak, and handed the certificate to Su Jianjun sitting on the edge of the kang.

  Su Jianjun took it over suspiciously, and after a glance, he let out a surprised snort.

   "Isn't this Haitang? When did you take this picture?"

   When he handed the military ID card to the elder brother next to him, he suddenly realized and said with certainty, "This is not Haitang."

   Cheng Yuanzheng nodded in recognition.

   "This is a photo of the mother who lost her child when she was young. I felt familiar when I saw it, so I made a special trip here."

  If the matter is not completely certain, he does not want to waste his time.

   Zhang Yuee is presbyopic, holding up a small and blurry black and white photo from a distance, and she can't see clearly if she squints carefully.

  Su Haitang hurriedly leaned over, feeling familiar for some reason.

   The woman in the photo is sitting at the desk, turning sideways to face the camera, showing a quiet smile.

   He has short hair with equal ears, a small face with a slap, big eyes, a raised nose bridge, and two small pear eddies around his mouth, a standard beauty embryo.

Very thin.

   But it wasn't the ill and delicate state of Sister Lin, but her eyes were clear and her posture was upright. At first glance, she showed a tenacious energy.

  Su Haitang looked at the photo critically, admitting to be fair, the woman in the photo was indeed a bit similar to her.

   One is thin, and the other is that smiling look.

   But these are all related to the living environment and can be cultivated the day after tomorrow, so there is no problem.

   As for looks, let alone care. There are similarities between things. Have you heard of the so-called celebrity face and the public face? It's only when she "bumps face" with this lady.

   "The woman in this photo looks like my Begonia?"

   Zhang Yue'e understood the faces of several people, no longer looked at the photo, and simply asked clearly.

   "Milk, it's just a photo, don't think about it." Su Haitang had to break the weird atmosphere.

   After Liu Lancui came to the door unpredictably, she became more cautious, thinking that it had something to do with Su Haiyan.

  Su Haiyan has a lot of heart and eyes, and she is also reborn.

   How many secrets she could use from Chief Xu's mouth, Su Haitang dared not imagine, let alone despise it.