Chapter 899

Hearing what he said, Qiao Lian's heart beat up and down, "Young man, did we know each other before?"

Zhu Jiu's lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, looking a little angry, like a child who asked an adult for sweets but failed to get one.

"Auntie's hometown still has some savings, one by one she doesn't know, I can..."

"203,871 yuan, 6 cents and 4 cents?" Zhu Jiu interrupted her, looking straight at her.

Qiao Lian was startled, and subconsciously looked at Qiao Yi. Could it be that during the time she was unconscious, this girl had revealed her family background to her lover?

But she thought again, that's not right, she hid the savings very secretly, and with Qiao Yi's temper, she wouldn't be able to find out.

The young man in front of her gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she was also sure that she had never seen him before.

What exactly is going on.

"Mom." Qiao Yi really couldn't stand it anymore: "He is my brother."

At this moment, Zhu Jiu had mixed emotions in his heart. He wanted to introduce himself to his mother, but found that nothing he said could arouse his mother's corresponding memories. He has never lived with his mother, even, in his mother's mind, he is still the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and he has never even had a name.

Qiao Lian was stunned by Qiao Yi's words, and she didn't know how she pushed away Zhu Jiu's hand on her shoulder, and forced herself to sit up.

She pulled Zhu Jiu to Xiang Guang's side, looked at him carefully, her eyes swept over his face inch by inch, especially staying around his eyes for a very long time.

His gaze went from being calm at first, to being unsure, to being surprised, to being unbelievable now. The heart suddenly beat violently in his chest, and a guess in his mind gradually became clear.

Zhu Jiu gently held her hand, and said, "My name is Zhu Jiu, and I came up with the name myself. I grew up in country X, and I..." Suddenly he couldn't continue.

His life, his past, never had the shadow of Qiao Lian. He asked himself in his heart, would his mother believe what he said?

Mom, will she deny him?

How should he prove his identity, how should he tell his mother that the child taken away by He Junbai 21 years ago was him.

At this moment, Qiao Lian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly moved. She pulled away Zhu Jiu's white coat. She didn't know where she put so much effort into it, and she tore off a few buttons.

"Mom, what's wrong with you." Zhu Jiu didn't dare to struggle, for fear of hurting her mother, so she let her talk.

After Qiao Lian pulled off her white coat and shirt, she looked excited and kept muttering, "Let me have a look, let me have a look, my son, my son has three red moles on his chest!"

After finishing speaking, with a sting, Zhu Jiu tore the clothes without his mother.

Sure enough, under his right collarbone, three red moles the size of rice grains were arranged in a triangle.

Qiao Lian was stunned immediately.

Twenty-one years ago, a scene on the delivery bed suddenly jumped into my mind.

At that time, she had just given birth, and the midwife carried the cleaned baby to her, and when she asked her to confirm it, she said: "Your two children have marks on their bodies, so they can be held well and never lost." As he spoke, he unwrapped the swaddling clothes on the two children and showed her.

My sister has a red mole on her collarbone, while my brother has three, bright red and eye-catching.

At that time, Qiao Lian was still thinking, how could the child get lost for no reason, but she didn't expect that her son was lost less than a month after he was born...