When Qinghe walked to the door of the room, she still stunned. Compared with the original on the third floor, the guest room in this corner was really ... it can't be compared.

It can't be said that the environment is poor, but Qinghe's heart is a bit not a taste.

Anyway, he grew up watching since he was a child. When did he suffer this grievance?

She knocked carefully at the door of the room.

The teenagers in the room were stabbing like a little hedgehog.

Qing He was silent for a second, and he opened his lips hard: "It's me ... A Yu."

Immediately the next second, the door was opened instantly, and the teenagers looked at Qing He's eyes and wet.

"Sister ..." The teenager called her with grievances, and his voice was hoarse.

Qinghe said that it was fake, how could she not move?

In the next second, Qinghe took the initiative to hug the boy in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, there is me, it's okay ..."

The gentle comfort of Qinghe made Duan Jiayu's tight strings collapse in an instant.

The original proud boy, at this moment, lowered his high head and put his forehead on Qinghe's thin shoulders.

He has never inferiority like this moment, like this moment.

"I don't want to believe that all this is true, but my father took out the DNA report, and I had to believe it all ..."

Compared to the current discomfort, he is even more afraid of losing.

The young man hugged Qinghe very insecure, hugging her tightly ...

Who would have thought that his darling of his golden branches and jade leaves would become a poor man who struggled at the bottom of society?

Adolescent teenagers are sensitive and suspicious, not to mention such a big change in his life.

Qinghe can only hold the teenager in his arms and soothe him softly.

"Dad suddenly brought back a person that day, saying ... I am not his son, that talent is ... is his biological son."

"They have been my father, mother, sister, why isn't it my relative?"

He is not afraid of poverty, nor is he afraid of poverty, but he is afraid that she will leave him.

Qing He's words did not seem to have a comfort, but made the teenagers full of anxiety and fear. He hugged her tighter.

Behind him, there was a Duan family behind him. Even if he was no longer instrument, he was the young master born with a golden key. His family life gave him too much confidence.

Qinghe obviously could feel Duan Jiayu's change. The original young master who was originally Jin Zunyu seemed to be a lot of calmness overnight, and after all, after all, he experienced such a big change.

The tears under the eyes flowed out. "Sister, I don't know how to do this ..." The teenager's grievances, the voice was mixed with a trace of crying.

As if she is the only thing that can be caught now.

But now he does not have a prominent family, nor has it been a skill, and his personality is not good. He always lose his temper ... It is not worthy of such a perfect sister.

Not only is my sister's prominent family, but she also has a gentle personality. The most important thing is that my sister is very smart.

His sister will become a scientist in the future, she is amazing.

In this way, she even made him inferior.
Chapter completed!