her uncle is Lanlan's uncle!" Hu Qingchen suddenly felt a little confused, didn't his uncle and aunt say that his sister... was dead long ago?
There is a big age difference between Hu Qingchen and his sister Hu Qingya. His sister is 101 years older than him. When his parents and sister met with each other, Hu Qingchen was only a ten-year-old child. He suffered a sudden disaster and his family went through huge changes. After that, they were not related by blood. When his uncle and aunt took over the company, he was sent to an interstellar orphanage...
Hu Qingchen stared at the little girl in front of him. He suspected that the little girl was lying to him, but what was she trying to do? What good could she gain by lying to him?
Hu Qingchen didn't dare to let himself fantasize... Is his sister really not dead? Is this really possible?
Hu Qingchen's mind was confused for a moment, and at this moment, his thigh was hugged again.
He lowered his head and saw the pretty little girl looking at him with a silly smile: "Hey, I caught my uncle."
Hu Qingchen immediately felt embarrassed, his eyes flickered twice, and he asked uncomfortably: "Your Mom, what does she look like..."
There was hesitation in his voice, and he also had these inexplicable expectations. He pointed to the corner of his right eye: "Does she have a..."
"Red mole!" Lanlan answered excitedly!
There is a small mole on the right eye of Yaya's mother. It is red and super beautiful!
Hu Qingchen's eyes suddenly brightened up!
It's a sister, really a sister!
My sister is not dead!
My sister is really not dead!
Hu Qingchen crouched down quickly. He held the little girl's shoulders with both hands. His breathing was rapid and trembling: "Your mother, where is your mother now? She, she..."
Before he could finish his words, the young man who was already sensitive and inferior had already His eyes were red, tears fell continuously, and his whole face became embarrassed.
Lan Lan was frightened. Why was uncle crying?
Are you injured?
Lanlan began to look up and down her uncle's body. Soon, she found a red wound on the back of her uncle's hand. The little girl quickly held her uncle's hand and blew into the wound with small mouths: "Uncle, it doesn't hurt. Uncle doesn't hurt." Cry, give Lanlan a blow to uncle, and the pain will fly away!"
Hu Qingchen's hands were thick, with many calluses, and many old injuries caused by years of martial arts training. He wanted to take his hands back , I thought that hand was too ugly, but the little girl held him so solemnly.
Hu Qingchen thought of when he was a child, because he was tested for S-level combat prowess, his father strictly taught him how to practice martial arts. Every time he was injured, his sister held his hand like this and carefully breathed on him and applied medicine.
Hu Qingchen couldn't bear it anymore. He hugged the little girl, pressed her tightly into his arms, and cried bitterly.
My sister is not dead. She got married and gave birth to a lovely daughter. This lovely little guy now calls him uncle!
He is not an orphan, he has relatives!
The emotions of surprise, excitement, satisfaction, and fear were constantly intertwined deep in the young man's closed heart. Hu Qingchen had no time to think too much. He was like a frightened child, nervously holding the lost treasure in his arms, as if he just wanted to hold it. Tighten it enough and you won’t lose it again!
