Chapter: 1496
"Sir, is Miss Shi here?" Aunt Song also thought of it and asked.
Lu Hanchuan nodded slightly, "It should be."
"Then I'll open the door!" Aunt Song wiped her hands with a smile, took off her apron, and walked towards the entrance.
Lu Hanchuan wanted to remind her not to be too surprised when she saw someone, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it.
Shi Yao's face was exactly the same as Fu Xiaoyao's, even if he reminded Aunt Song, Aunt Song would still be surprised when she saw Shi Yao.
When Aunt Song walked to the Taoist door, she didn't even look at it, and opened the door directly.
"It's Shi Xiao..." Before she finished speaking, Aunt Song's eyes widened when she saw the person outside the door, "Ma'am?"
Hearing this long-lost wife, Fu Xiaoyao's nose was slightly sore, and she felt the urge to cry and hug.
But she held back in the end, and looked at Aunt Song in front of her with alienated and polite eyes, "Hello, are you the Aunt Song that Han Chuan talked about?"
Six years later, Aunt Song was also old, with gray hair on her temples, more wrinkles on her face, and her body was much fatter than before.
But at first glance, it is not healthy obesity, but puffiness.
"Madam, are you still alive? Are you not dead?" Aunt Song stretched out her hand tremblingly with red eyes, and took Fu Xiaoyao's hand.
Fu Xiaoyao pretended to pull her hand twice, and pretended that she couldn't pull it out, allowing Aunt Song to hold her hand, "That...Aunt Song, you misidentified the person, I am not the one you said wife."
"Madam, what are you talking about? How can you not be your wife?" Aunt Song looked at Fu Xiaoyao excitedly with wet eyes, "You are obviously a wife."
She knew this face even in ashes.
A strange look flashed across Fu Xiaoyao's eyes, and it was fleeting, and she moved her face towards her generously, "But I'm really not your wife, Aunt Song, you are taking a good look at my face."
Aunt Song didn't believe that she wasn't his wife at all. Hearing what she said, she really looked carefully.
Seeing this, Aunt Song noticed something different and frowned.
The mole in the corner of the eye!
The wife doesn't have moles at the corners of her eyes, but the face in front of her does.
And eyes.
The wife has almond eyes, the one in front of me has peach eyes, and the voice is different, the wife's voice is gentle and pleasant, but this woman's voice is hoarse and deep.
So is this woman really not a wife?
No, she doesn't believe it!
Even if there are slight differences, this face is my wife's. JrNovels.com
Lu Hanchuan nodded slightly, "It should be."
"Then I'll open the door!" Aunt Song wiped her hands with a smile, took off her apron, and walked towards the entrance.
Lu Hanchuan wanted to remind her not to be too surprised when she saw someone, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it.
Shi Yao's face was exactly the same as Fu Xiaoyao's, even if he reminded Aunt Song, Aunt Song would still be surprised when she saw Shi Yao.
When Aunt Song walked to the Taoist door, she didn't even look at it, and opened the door directly.
"It's Shi Xiao..." Before she finished speaking, Aunt Song's eyes widened when she saw the person outside the door, "Ma'am?"
Hearing this long-lost wife, Fu Xiaoyao's nose was slightly sore, and she felt the urge to cry and hug.
But she held back in the end, and looked at Aunt Song in front of her with alienated and polite eyes, "Hello, are you the Aunt Song that Han Chuan talked about?"
Six years later, Aunt Song was also old, with gray hair on her temples, more wrinkles on her face, and her body was much fatter than before.
But at first glance, it is not healthy obesity, but puffiness.
"Madam, are you still alive? Are you not dead?" Aunt Song stretched out her hand tremblingly with red eyes, and took Fu Xiaoyao's hand.
Fu Xiaoyao pretended to pull her hand twice, and pretended that she couldn't pull it out, allowing Aunt Song to hold her hand, "That...Aunt Song, you misidentified the person, I am not the one you said wife."
"Madam, what are you talking about? How can you not be your wife?" Aunt Song looked at Fu Xiaoyao excitedly with wet eyes, "You are obviously a wife."
She knew this face even in ashes.
A strange look flashed across Fu Xiaoyao's eyes, and it was fleeting, and she moved her face towards her generously, "But I'm really not your wife, Aunt Song, you are taking a good look at my face."
Aunt Song didn't believe that she wasn't his wife at all. Hearing what she said, she really looked carefully.
Seeing this, Aunt Song noticed something different and frowned.
The mole in the corner of the eye!
The wife doesn't have moles at the corners of her eyes, but the face in front of her does.
And eyes.
The wife has almond eyes, the one in front of me has peach eyes, and the voice is different, the wife's voice is gentle and pleasant, but this woman's voice is hoarse and deep.
So is this woman really not a wife?
No, she doesn't believe it!
Even if there are slight differences, this face is my wife's. JrNovels.com
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