Seeing Han Qingwei's expression, Si Lina immediately stepped forward and asked curiously whether the lucky one who had received 8 million US dollars was his own relative. "Dad, Daddy, why are you crying? Is it because this person who looks very similar to you is our relative??"

"Yes, he is indeed a relative of our family, a very close relative of our family."

After reaching out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Han Qingwei forced himself to suppress the excitement in his heart and told Si Lina that the Han Qingjun in the photo was their relative.

Silina, who wanted to buy her mother a gift for her mother to get out of prison, was suffering from lack of money. After hearing Han Hanqingwei say that Han Qingjun was her relative, she immediately asked excitedly whether Han Qingjun would lend them money. "Dad, is your relative good relationship with you? If we borrow money from him, will he lend us a little money??"

Han Qingwei felt very sad when he saw his daughter, from buying whatever she wanted, to the way he wanted to ask the other party for borrowing money when he saw her relatives.

However, he did not dare to show it in front of Silina, but he could only suppress his sadness and introduced to her in a joking tone to who Han Qingjun was. "This relative is my father's younger brother, and the other son of your grandparents. As for money, I think if I can find his contact information, he will give us some money directly..."

After hearing that Han Qingwei would give money directly, Si Lina jumped up in surprise like a little money fan; "Really, let's find the uncle's contact information quickly. Mom is about to be released from prison. We should ask the uncle for money quickly, so that we can have the money to buy gifts for mom."

When Silina was excited, Johns, who had not spoken for a while, spoke directly and said, "Silina, you are so happy too early. Grandma told me about my uncle. She said that uncle left home when she was eighteen years old. They had not seen each other for nearly ten years. Our father was here three or four years before our uncle left home, so this is equivalent to our father and uncle not seeing each other for nearly fifteen years.

Fifteen years have passed, and many things will be changed with time. I think the uncle may no longer recognize us poor relatives. You see, the uncle has eight million US dollars now, but he has no intention of seeing his grandparents and the others.

Also, Dad has been fifteen years old. Are you sure you can still recognize the uncle? When the uncle was last with you, he was only fourteen years old and was still a teenager. Now he is almost thirty years old and is a prime minister, so are you sure you won’t recognize the wrong person? You can’t just call someone the same name as your uncle…”

Crack...When Johns poured cold water, there was a sound of opening the door of their house, and then the two old men who looked pretty tough walked in slowly with some lunch boxes.

After coming in, the two old men showed kind and doting smiles and said to Johns and Silina with a smile; "Our Johns and Silina are back. Look, grandparents have brought you a lot of meat back today. You must be hungry. When grandma cooks a meal, we will be able to eat soon."

"Grandpa, grandma, I'll ask you one thing, that is, your other child. If he had a lot of money, would he give you some money?" I felt that his uncle should not be as ruthless as Johns said, so Silina asked her grandparents what kind of person Han Qingjun was.

Hearing Silina's words, the room instantly became quiet.

After a long time, Liu Tianmei, the grandmother among the two old men, sighed and said slowly, "Yes, although your uncle loves fighting and causing trouble, he also loves our family very much. He loves grandparents very much, and you father very much...

The reason why your father had money to open a law firm was that he used the money your uncle sent to his grandparents. However, it was because his grandparents had not seen your uncle for more than ten years. He disappeared after giving us a lot of money that time. It has been more than ten years, and my grandmother is dreaming now... "

Hearing his grandmother's words, Silina immediately looked at Johns and said, "Hmph, look, grandparents say that uncle will give money, so that uncle will not change as you said. That's how should we find the contact information of our uncle??"

"What can you give money? What's that change? Silina, what are you talking about? Why can't my grandma understand a word??" Hearing Silina's words, Liu Tianmei showed a confused expression on her face.

It is rare that Han Qingwei, who has not spoken much to his parents for more than half a year, suddenly sat up from the bed; "The two of them picked up a leaflet, the 8 million US dollar song of Fast and Furious 7, and was finally taken away by a Chinese composer named Han Qingjun... Then the man named Han Qingjun looked very similar to my brother and I!!"

Hearing Han Qingwei's words, Liu Tianmei didn't care why he could bear to get up now. What she cares about now was about her youngest son; "We know about the fast and excitement 7. We saw it on the news of the restaurant. However, Han Qingjun, isn't your brother just called Han Qingjun? Qingwei, do you think that person will be your brother? Where is the flyer? Let's take a look, I'll take a look..."

Hearing Liu Tianmei's words, Silina immediately took out the leaflet and handed it to her and said, "Grandma, look, I think this person is probably an uncle. Look, he looks very similar to my father, and my father just cried when he looked at this photo. Uh, grandma, grandma, what's wrong with you?"

At one glance, just one glance, Liu Tianmei recognized the man in the photo. She was the youngest son Han Qingjun who worked hard and worked hard to raise her for eighteen years before she was raised. Then she let go and then left her hands...

After confirming that this is his little son, Liu Tianmei immediately covered her mouth and cried, "It's Xiaoba, it's our little ba, wuwu, my little ba, I didn't die, I knew my little ba will not die, wuwuwu is so good, so good, my little ba has not died, wuwuwu... My child, I miss you so much, where have you been going for more than ten years? My child, I miss you so much..."

"Let me see, I see, I see... huh huh, it's our Xiao Ba, our Xiao Ba, our Xiao Ba, our Xiao Ba was not dead, it was not dead, huh huh huh..." Han Hanwen, a poor culture, stood up and used his shoulders to resist the tough man who did not let it break, but after seeing the photo of Han Qingjun, he squatted on the ground with the photo and started crying.
Chapter completed!