Could it be

Is Lin Guixiang a wealthy daughter living abroad?

If Lin Guixiang is not a wealthy daughter.

Then Lin Wu is definitely not the same!

The more Shen Lijun thought about it, the more excited she became. She immediately took out her legs from her pocket, opened the web page and browsed at will.

She wanted to see the missing person advertisement that morning.

But it was very noisy.

No matter how many web pages she opened, the news never popped up.

Shen Lijun frowned and hit her head with her leg in great annoyance.

She should have thought of it earlier.

See if those ads pop up immediately and see if they are received. She should have taken a screenshot of the contact information of the news agency at that time.

Seeing her daughter knocking her head and sighing, Lu Xiyue frowned slightly, "Junjun, dear, what's wrong with me?"

Lu Xiyue sighed again.

Shen Lijun's look made Lu Xiyue anxious, and then thinking about Miao Yajing being bullied, Lu Xiyue said nervously: "Junjun, is someone bullying me? I'll tell my mother! Mom Let someone kill him!"

She will seek the life of anyone who dares to bully her precious daughter!

Directly connect to the darknet.

"No, no," Shen Lijun said immediately, "He just thought of something."

"What's the matter?" Lu Xiyue asked.

Shen Lijun told Dong about the missing person notice she saw and her speculations.

"Mom, do you think Aunt Lin has lost her baby?"

She wanted to help Lin Wu find her grandparents and relatives.

Hearing this, Lu Xiyue laughed out loud in disbelief, "No, Junjun, I thought you were filming a TV series?"

Where in the world are there so many lost daughters of famous families?

Even if there is.

It would not be such a coincidence for Shen Lijun to see it.

Shen Lijun frowned slightly, "Does that child really look like Aunt Lin?"

Although it is said that women have changed in their eighteenth year.

But in fact, there is not much change in the overall facial features.

Good-looking people are good-looking from childhood to adulthood.

"I must have read it wrong," Lu Xiyue continued: "Very well, didn't I say that Lin Wu and the others moved here from Lincheng? Do I know how many kilometers away from Qingshi is the capital?"

Hearing this, Shen Lijun shook her head.

Lu Xiyue said: "More than three thousand kilometers."

more than thirty years ago.

Even if you are not a human trafficker, you don’t have to send a child to a place 3,000 kilometers away for trafficking, right?

In that era when transportation was underdeveloped, the price of selling a child was not even worth the huge transportation expenses.

Lu Xiyue continued: "Me, I should watch less TV dramas that are divorced from real life."

Shen Lijun frowned slightly.

Although what her mother said made sense, she still felt that something was not quite right.

no.

She had to keep looking for that ad.

With that in mind, Shen Lijun then opened it to show her support.

Although the probability of seeing that news again was very small, she felt that if she just kept browsing, she would surely see it.

**

the other side.

Lin Wu and her mother walked in her uncle's and aunt's car.

Half an hour later, we returned to Anjuyuan smoothly.

Zhao's mother held Lin Guodong's leg and stood at the east side of the building waiting for the others.

Seeing the headlights coming towards the car, Zhao's mother said excitedly: "Jelly! I'm sure my parents and my cousin are back."

Sure enough, soon, the car stopped in front of several people.

The car door opens.

Several people came out of it.

Seeing Lin Wu, Lin Guodong let go of his grandmother's legs, ran to Lin Wu's side, hugged Lin Wu's legs, "Sister, sister! Am I okay?"

Although Lin Guodong didn't know what happened, he knew it was good since his parents and Lin Wu came back so late.

"fine."

Lin Guodong picked up the toy gun hanging on his chest and said, "Sister, protect me with jelly!"

"Okay." Lin Wu patted Lin Guodong's little head.

Zhao's mother continued: "Cuinong, Guixiang and I haven't eaten much, right? He's cooked, let's go eat upstairs!"

Zhao Cuinong nodded.

A group of people walked to the third floor.

Zhao's mother cooked a large table of food, "Guixiang, Xiaowu, we don't want to be polite. We feel like we are at home here. Come, Xiaowu, he will serve me some food."

Mother Zhao is a person who, although sometimes she is a bit rude, is better at understanding current affairs.

She knew that Lin Wu was not simple.

She also knew that her daughter and son could live their current confinement life, thanks to Lin Wu, so she was willing to pamper Lin Wu, that little lucky star.

Don't talk about serving rice.

Even if she was asked to be Lin Wu's nanny, would she be willing?

Naturally, Lin Wu would not let an elder like Mother Zhao serve her rice, "Grandma Zhao, he can serve it himself."

"He comes, he comes," Mother Zhao insisted on serving Lin Wu a meal, "Xiao Wu, please don't burden my wealthy legs."

Seeing this, Zhao Cuinong smiled and said: "Xiao Wu, I'll ask my grandma Zhao to serve me a meal. Otherwise, she won't be able to sleep all morning tomorrow."

Lin Wu then handed the bowl to Mother Zhao, "Thank you for your hard work, Grandma Zhao."

Zhao's mother looked at Lin Wu and felt that the child would be good in everything, "It doesn't matter if it's not hard."

In Zhao's mother's opinion, serving Lin Wu a meal would simply deny her the blessings she had earned during her three lifetimes, right?

Afraid that Lin Wu would eat it, Mother Zhao piled the rice high and said, "Xiao Wu, there is a lot in the pot. He will serve me some rice after he finishes eating."

Lin Wu took the bowl from Mother Zhao's lap and said, "Grandma Zhao, that's enough. He can't even finish it."

After saying that, she gave some of the rice in the bowl to Lin Guixiang.

Seeing this, Mother Zhao frowned slightly and said, "Xiao Wu, my appetite is too little! No wonder I'm so thin!"

Lin Wu is a tall man of over 1.7 meters.

The weight is only ninety-nine.

After saying that, Mother Zhao looked at Lin Guixiang and said, "Guixiang, I must ask Xiao Wu to eat more."

"Yeah." Lin Guixiang nodded.

She cooked delicious food in different ways every day, trying to get Lin Wu to eat more, but the child's appetite was never big.

After dinner.

Mother Zhao asked curiously: "Cuinong, Guixiang, when can we move into our new house?"

All in all, Tang Dynasty Yipin has been under renovation for almost two months, and there has been very little movement.

Zhao Cuinong said: "Your son, Shengli, I think Dong Dongzhou can move in."

Hearing this, Lin Bingqiang continued: "When the time comes, bring dad over too, let him live in the new house and see the river view."

Upon hearing that, Mother Zhao's face was filled with a smile.

Is her son-in-law really speechless?

He is simply more filial than his son.
To be continued...