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Two days later, Su Xu called his mother and invited her to tea. Her action surprised his mother a little, but she agreed readily.

Su Xu purposefully dressed up according to the clothing of the indifferent woman in her memory. As she carefully copied her facial features, she absentmindedly saw Su Yi's restrained appearance. Su Xu rolled up her long hair lazily and tied it with a peach wood hairpin.

She arrived at the teahouse early, and about a quarter of an hour later, her mother came with her.

Su Xu welcomed her with a gentle smile, "Auntie."

Dressed in plain clothes, with only an unknown green vine as ornament, the old-fashioned coiled hair accentuated the beautiful face of Su Xu, her eyes shining with a spirit that could not be concealed. The white mother saw Su Xu suddenly stunned, and was stunned for a moment.

Su Xu lowered her head and looked at them, pretending not to see the White Mother lose her composure. She poured tea for both of them.

"I was resting today. I remembered that Aunt always wanted to see me more, so I called you. I wanted to chat with you more, but it wasn't rude, was it?"

"It's fine." Her mother glanced at Su Xu's eyes and then looked away.

Seeing this, Su Xu no longer lowered her head. Instead, she sat up straight and smiled as she tried to recall the look on Su Yi's face when she spoke.

The White Mother grew increasingly restless.

Her white mother took a sip of tea and threw out the question that she had asked Tang Ling two days ago, "Back then, your uncle and I returned home, on one hand, for Xue Chen's wedding. On the other hand, we also wanted to secretly see who the person that made Bai Mo worry was. When Bai Mo first brought you here for dinner, you didn't know how amazing I was, Su Xu, you really look like an old friend of mine. "

"Old friends?"

Su Xu did not expect that her mother would be the first to bring up this topic.

"Yes." Her mother looked a little unnatural. "Very similar."

Su Xu blinked her eyes and said, "Really?" I've only heard people say that I'm very similar to my mother. "

"Your mother?"

Su Fu looked straight at her. He did not intend to beat around the bush and directly attacked: "My mother is very beautiful, her name is also very nice. She is called Su Yi."

Her mother's face turned pale and she grabbed the corner of the table. She leaned forward and said with a timid voice, "As expected …" My guess is right, you guys are... The day that Bai Mo brought you to meet us, I originally thought that the objects were the same, that the people were similar … " But when her mother found out that Su Xu had been adopted by Tang Ling and had been nurturing her for the past few years, she deeply understood that Su Xu and Su Yi were not just similar; they might be mother and daughter. On the day of Ye Xue Chen's wedding, when her mother asked Tang Ling this question, Tang Ling avoided answering.

Su Xu was surprised, "Auntie, you know my mother? Is she the person you said to be similar to me? "

Her white mother glanced at her. She understood that Su Xu's dressing up today was definitely not an accident. She sighed, "Su Xu, why did you ask me out?"

Su Xu firmly held the teacup and warmed her palm with the tea water. She let go of her feigned surprise and the gentleness on her face as she asked word by word, "I want to know about the child's situation."

Her white mother let out a soft sigh and then stabilized her emotions: "Su Xu, if you ask me Su Yi, I can tell you that your mother did indeed have a relationship with Tang Ling back then, but that happened a few years ago and there's no need to bring it up again. I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know if you understand. "

Although her emotions fluctuated greatly, her words were firm. Obviously, she didn't want to say much.

Su Xu couldn't get anything out of him.

"Auntie." "I have a right to know my mother..."

"I've already said it before, the relationship between your mother and Tang Ling is something that happened more than 10 years ago. They were both young, who wouldn't have their youth?" The white mother said with a pale face, "Su Xu, you are still young. When you reach our age, you will know that lovers are all clouds. There's no meaning in bringing it up again."

Su Xu pursed her lips, unable to refute her words.

"Your age is good. Live a good life and don't get involved with your mother's past." She held Su Xu's hand, returning to her former caring tone, "Child, I really hope that you can be happy and not be influenced by the previous generation."

Su Xu's eyes trembled, but he did not pull out his palm.

She could hear the truth in her mother's last words.

But she also knew that her mother was deliberately hiding something.

If it was really as her mother had said, and Su Yi was just passing by, then why would she turn pale when she saw the current Su Xu.

When Su Xu returned to the villa, it was too late for her to take off her makeup. She was still unwilling to give up and could not push open Tang Ling's bedroom door.

Unexpectedly, a photo slipped out of a thick professional book and landed on the floor.

The picture was not the one Su Yi had treasured so much, but the figure on the colorful photo in her hands had also instantly taken away all of Su Xu's attention — it was as if she was in a nice neighborhood. In front of a building, a one-year-old girl was toddling with her steps, smiling with her eyes narrowed.

The scene froze at this beautiful moment.

"What are you doing?!"

A stern reprimand came from behind Su Xu.

She had made a mistake. Tang Ling did not go to the company, but stayed in the bedroom. When she returned to the villa from the outside, she was upset and did not notice that Tang Ling had woken up because of her big movements.

Seeing Su Xu's outfit, Tang Ling's face darkened after he fell into a trance. He walked toward her with a serious expression.

Su Xu waved the photo as Tang Ling stopped walking.

"Mr. Tang, I have always had a question, why have you spent so much effort in nurturing and teaching me over the years?" "I know that you and my mother have a deep relationship, and even though I got the benefit of her, but …" "But even if you still have some attachment to her, how many young lovers, and children born to others, can be so laborious? Moreover, more than twenty years have passed since your love for each other. "

The child in the photo, she knew very well, was what she had looked like as a child.

As for her mother, her smile was as bright and pure as the morning sun.

Tang Ling had this photo and had to let Su Xu think about other things.

Su Xu had only seen her mother look so happy twice in the photo. The first time was this photo. The first time was the one she gave to Tang Ling when she first came to the Tang family: he held Su Yi, she held the baby.

Su Xu could not control her wild thoughts. This thought had already existed for too long, and now she was unable to breathe due to the pressure.

She whispered, "Mr. Tang, am I really you and her child?"