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Chapter Thirty-Five

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    If it was Kong Zhaohui's wife's idea to recognize Kong Ming back to the Kong family at the beginning, then it was Mrs. Kong's insistence in the end.

    When Kong Zhaohui's wife brought this matter up, the old lady had already thought about it.  Originally, Zhaohui was late in giving birth to a child, and his grandson was not yet eighteen years old. Now that the little grandson is gone, if there is another one, when will the Kong family have a new successor?  The great-grandson hugs.

    She asked Kong Zhaohui to take a look at the photo of the boy who has been living outside for many years and no one has asked.

    Kong Zhaohui asked someone to take pictures, and they brought it within a few days.  The old lady held it and stared at it for a while, and there were several daughters and grandchildren sitting there. No one shouted, so she called Kong Zhaohui, pointed to the person in the photo and said, "Look, does it look like Zhaohuang?"

    Kong Zhaohuang is Kong Zhaohui's younger brother. He was weak from birth and never liked the turmoil in the shopping malls. He always stayed in the room and played with flowers and plants.  Later, he got married and had no children for a long time. Before he was thirty, he fell seriously ill, and no amount of money could keep him.

    The old lady Kong didn't shed a single tear, so she said, "It's a good deed for our family."

    Everyone in the family knew that the old lady believed in Buddhism, and always said that wealth did not come for nothing. Kong Zhaohuang's frailty and passing away were all contributions to the Kong family.

    Kong Zhaohui looks like his father, with a square face and thick eyebrows, full of momentum.  The younger brother is like a mother, both of whom look like beauties.  Most of the beauties are somewhat similar, and Kong Ming is also a beauty, so it is not surprising that he looks a bit like Zhao Huang.

    The old lady Kong took a look at the photo again, and said, "Does this child have a tear mole? He has a bad face and a hard life."

    Next to him, a relative who had long been dissatisfied hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "Then don't bring it into the house, so as to avoid bad luck."

    The old lady glanced at her with her youthful eyes in spite of her age: "What do you know? Life is hard to keep rich."

    As soon as she said these words, everyone's hearts sank. The matter of Kong Ming is considered to be a certainty, and no one can shake it.

    The old lady Kong also asked: "How is his health?"

    "Should be healthy, the school physical examination records are all normal," said the son standing aside.

    "That's not safe. I'll check it carefully when I come back." The whole family knew well that Kong Zhaohui's biological son was not just mentioned casually, and the identification was a must.

    When they saw the living person in the photo, the boy with delicate features stood next to Kong Zhaohui, let alone a paternity test, and they felt flustered when they said that they were not from the Kong family.

    Even the young ladies who had been dismissive could not help but look at his handsome face a few more times, feeling depressed for no reason.

    Later, Mrs. Kong secretly told her eldest daughter: "Do you look like your father?"

    The eldest daughter was amused: "You really look like a little brother at one time, and at another time like a father. I will accompany you to the grave sometime, so I don't think so much."

    Take a closer look, it's really a bit like it.

    Temperament is something that can be cultivated through acquired forging.  But some people, I have to say, even if they were not born in that environment, they were born with it.

    Kong Ming's situation is similar to Xia Xue's, and he is similar to Kong Zhaohui. You can't tell from the photos. When people move, they are all the shadows of Kong Zhaohui.  If they get along for a long time in the future, they will be even more alike.

    I looked for him several times before and after, but the boy didn't express his opinion, and his attitude was so cold that they felt that he was a dead person.  But they were not afraid that he would disagree. Even if he disagreed, the old lady would admit it after she said it. Asking his opinion was just a formality.

    Kong Ming didn't make them wait for a long time, and he agreed not long after. He didn't care about the various benefits of returning to the Kong family's household registration, and only made one request: not to restrict his married life.

    Yue Hong is already strong enough, so it is best to join forces, and it doesn't hurt to marry a girl from an ordinary family, but it doesn't mean that a girl from any family is fine.

    Mrs. Kong asked someone to investigate again, after a while, she agreed.

    Since then, Kong Ming has become obviously busy. Apart from his class practice, he is often picked up by the Kong family's car, but no matter how busy he is, Zhang Meili can see him every day.

    "They asked me to stay, but I came back," the boy panted, his face flushed slightly, and he ran from the yard to the door of her room in the middle of the night, fearing that Zhang Meili would fall asleep and see her all day long.  no.

    Zhang Meili looked at him, probably because the Kong family gave him some grooming, making him even more handsome.

    During the winter vacation of senior year, the Kong family asked Kong Ming to go back to the house. Of course, he still has a lot to learn.  After a lot of haggling, cut from a whole winter vacation.?For twenty days, Xia Xueqing seemed to be in full bloom all day long, and Zhang Chengxin also thought it was a good thing, but Zhang Meili saw that he was full of reluctance.

    "I won't see you for twenty days" The boy lay on her bed the night before he was going to leave, and refused to go back to his room no matter what.  Zhang Meili took him away after talking about it, and promised him a lot of demands, such as not eating snacks at home alone during the holidays, turning on the air conditioner to sleep with a quilt covered, turning on the phone all day, and answering his calls every day.  Call up.

    Zhang Meili is a person who is very afraid of others sticking to her, and hates others disturbing her personal privacy and life. She can't bear to call every day, but she agrees to anything in order to get him away.

    After the boy left, he really called every day, one at noon and one before going to bed.  Zhang Meili only sleeps, eats and plays every day. How can there be so many words to talk to him, and Kong Ming doesn't talk much, and he is reluctant to hang up the phone. He is very satisfied just holding the phone and listening to the sound of breathing.

    On the fourth night after Kong Ming left, Zhang Meili was half lying on the bed reading a novel, when the phone rang, she picked it up and checked, the time was half past ten, and it was him who picked it up.

    "Time flies so slowlyit's only the fourth day," the boy complained over there. God knows that he eats well and lives well at Kong's house.  Use that high IQ head in bed to count how many days, hours and minutes are left before you can go home and see the beauty.

    "It's okay," Zhang Meili never took her eyes off the book.

    "Beautiful, beautiful" He still insisted, "I miss you so much."

    "Oh," she said perfunctorily, "I miss you too."

    "Really?" The boy's normally expressionless face was now slightly dimpled in the air.

    Zhang Meili finally looked away and looked at the ceiling: "Fake."

    "Liar, you always lie to me," Kong Ming was not satisfied with her answer.

    Think whatever you want, she thought to herself.

    "That's it, my phone is running out of battery, so I hung up."

    After the call was cut off, the screen of the mobile phone lit up, then dimmed, and turned off automatically.

    Zhang Meili pulled out the battery, opened the bedside table to take out the charger, paused for a moment, then threw the phone together with the removed battery into the cabinet and closed it.

    Turn off the lights, go to sleep, and think about nothing.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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