shock!The eldest daughter, she tore up the script of the wealthy cannon fodder

Uncle Zhao also said that they did it all for money.

But Zhao Lang seems to be addicted to pretending to be a real young master these days, and he doesn't want to recognize him anymore.

He really didn't want to lose his son, so he agreed to cooperate with Gu Qiang.

Of course Gu Qiang was happy with the evidence delivered to her door.

Even though Uncle Zhao is mute, it may be a little troublesome to act, but it's better than nothing.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao opened his mouth and looked in the direction Gu Qiang pointed.

He obviously saw someone he knew, and his expression instantly became excited.

Gu Shengrong and the old lady sitting in the seats were all sweating.

Uncle Zhao and the others also knew each other, but they never expected that Gu Qiang would actually do this and actually find him.

Gu Shengrong frowned a little.

Didn’t you already ask this kid to take care of everything in Chixia Village?

Is this how he handles it?

Although Gu Yu is indeed their biological grandson, if the things in between, especially the fake one he arranged before, are shaken out, the impact will be huge.

Gu Qiang was still comforting and caring for Uncle Zhao with a warm voice.

"Don't be afraid. If you have anything, just say it."

Uncle Zhao stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhao Lang, who opened his mouth and said "Ahhh" several times.

Shi Lei next to him asked strangely: "Is this old uncle still deaf and mute?"

She had done a lot of charity work before and had run charity organizations. She often met with the hearing-impaired, so she could tell almost at a glance that Uncle Zhao had this obstacle.

Gu Qiang nodded, "Yes, Uncle Zhao is disabled, so it is not easy for him to raise his son alone. I didn't expect that."

She fell in love with Zhao Lang and deliberately provoked him: "Don't you pity your biological father even if he is here?"

Behind him, Uncle Zhao said "Ahhh" a few more times, then made gestures quickly, his eyes even filled with tears.

Gu Qiang patted the man behind him excitedly, "Quick, please translate, what on earth is he talking about?"

In order to facilitate the issuance of certificates, she specially hired a sign language teacher from outside.

The sign language teacher looked at Uncle Zhao's gestures and said, "He said that although this person is very similar to his son, he is definitely not his son."

"what?!"

In an instant, the expression on Gu Qiang's face froze.

"How, how is this possible?" She glared at Uncle Zhao and grabbed his hand fiercely, "What are you talking about? How could he not be your son?!"

Uncle Zhao wrote quickly again.

The person behind him immediately continued: "He said that this is definitely not his son, and he can't admit his mistake."

Gu Qiang took a few steps back in disbelief.

how so? !

Why did this person suddenly regret it? !

Didn't she make a good deal with him originally? !

"No! You must be lying!" She glared at Uncle Zhao, and then pointed at the sign language teacher, "Or you are lying!"

Shi Lei frowned and said, "Gu Qiang, this sign language teacher didn't lie. I understand sign language more or less. This is what Uncle Zhao said. Are you mistaken?"

Although she said this, she didn't believe Gu Qiang at all as soon as Uncle Zhao's sign language came out.

Uncle Zhao seemed to be honest and honest, and his expression and demeanor didn't look like he was lying at all.

That should be Gu Qiang's own one-sided statement.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Gu Qiang fell into deep suspicion.

Gu Shengrong sneered, "Gu Qiang, haven't you acted enough? Gu Yu is my real grandson, Gu Shengrong. Can I get this wrong? Stop letting outsiders laugh!"

"No dad." Gu Qiang raised her head suddenly, "He is not Gu Yu at all. Why are you deceiving yourself?!"

Do they really have to force her to show the previous photos of Gu Yu before they are willing to admit it?

and many more.

Gu Qiang suddenly realized something.

She seems to have never had a photo of "Gu Yu" together. From when he was a child to now, they haven't even taken a family photo.

So is this the escape route that the old couple had prepared long ago?

How could they predict that "Gu Yu" would be murdered? ? ?

The more Gu Qiang thought about it, the colder her spine felt.

Rong Junsheng was a little skeptical at first, but now, he felt that Gu Qiang was directing and acting on her own.

Although he had never seen Gu Yu when he was a child, the person in front of him seemed to be carved out of the same mold as Gu Huaijin.

How could it be fake?

Even if you can have plastic surgery, you can't change your temperament and abilities, right?

What's more, the target of Gu Qiang's suspicion is still a rural person. How can a mere rural person pretend to be the favored one of heaven?

As an outsider, he can't stand it anymore.

"Mrs. Jin, what you said is indeed ridiculous. How could someone suddenly pretend to be Gu Yu and neither the old lady nor the old man knew about it? The evidence you mentioned is not enough to support it. Don't be deceived by these people."

Gu Qiang didn't expect such an accident at all. She ignored Rong Junsheng and turned around to glare at Uncle Zhao.

But Uncle Zhao was not afraid, he just kept repeating that sentence in sign language——

"He is not my son!"

Zhao Lang looked at him deeply.

At this moment, he finally understood Uncle Zhao's intention, and his nose felt sore.

Jiang Li also knew a few things in his heart.

Uncle Zhao hurried back to Chixia Village because he was afraid that he had heard some rumors. On the surface, he agreed to Gu Qiang's cooperation, but in fact, he wanted to see Zhao Lang in person today and wish him a helping hand to completely dispel everyone's suspicions. Confuse.

Uncle Zhao was originally an extremely kind person, and this act of translation was even more touching.

No one knows what kind of abuse he received from Gu Qiang, or how much trouble he went through this time.

All I know is that at this moment, his eyes are firm and his chest is straight, without any fear or regret.

He had deliberately avoided Zhao Lang's gaze before, but now, Uncle Zhao also greeted him.

The two people's eyes collided in the air. Although they didn't say a word, it was worth a thousand words.

Uncle Zhao smiled happily and patted his chest gently.

He still remembered that on an ordinary summer morning, he was preparing to go to the fields to weed as usual.

As a result, when I opened the door, I saw a three or four-year-old child fainted in the corner.

He was covered in mud and his clothes were in tatters.

He immediately took the child in and fed him some goat's milk.

The boy woke up quickly, his eyes wide and bright.

It's just that I don't know what I have experienced, and I am trembling slightly.

He knew that the child was not from the village, so he gestured to ask about his origins.

After realizing that the other party did not understand sign language, he thought of taking him to the village chief to call the police.

But just as he turned around, the boy hugged him tightly and sobbed softly, saying that he had lost his family and asked him if he could take him in.