Qiao Minghe only looked at the letter inside the wooden box and did not see the photo. The photo was inside the jacket pocket that Xiao Ai wore in the afternoon.

"What photo?" Qiao Minghe asked.

"I'll go upstairs and show you it, I forgot to say it before," Xiao Ai wrote.

Qiao Minghe nodded slightly: "Okay!"

The servants respectfully brought the food and then left.

When Xiao Ai finished her meal and went upstairs with Qiao Minghe, she found that the waiter had been carried to her room by Mrs. Qiao.

Qiao Minghe didn't say anything. It has become a habit for Mrs. Qiao to come to take care of the children at night.

"Young Master, Xiao Ai, then I'm going out too!" Pan Shuang said.

Xiao Ai nodded with a smile, and Pan Shuang went out.

After walking over and closing the door, Xiao Ai went to the closet to find the coat he wore in the afternoon.

But I couldn't find that photo.

"Strange, I clearly put it in my pocket in the afternoon." Xiao Ai turned his head and looked at Qiao Minghe.

"Didn't you say that grandpa cried after seeing that photo? Could it be that grandpa came in and took it away?" Qiao Minghe guessed.

After he reminded me, Xiao Ai also felt that it was possible.

"Let's go over and take a look!" Xiao Ai said silently.

"Okay!" Qiao Minghe walked out with the little woman's hand and went to the room where the old man lived.

When I pushed the door open and went in, I saw my grandfather slumping on the soft carpet alone, and he was holding the photo in his hand.

His whole body looked like his soul was wandering, and his face was covered with tears.

"Grandpa!" Qiao Minghe strode over and wanted to help his grandpa up from the ground, but Old Master Qiao sat on the ground like that, and no one helped him.

"Grandpa!" Xiao Ai also walked over, but there was no sound when she shouted, and the old man couldn't hear it.

Qiao Minghe reached out to take away the photo from the old man's hand, but Old Man Qiao suddenly became nervous and protected the photo with his other hand.

Seeing this, Xiao Ai quickly comforted the old man.

He reached out and patted the old man on the back. He wanted to say something, but there was no sound, so he looked at Qiao Minghe.

"Grandpa, your girl wants to see the photos in your hands. Don't you show her?" Qiao Minghe said in a gentle voice.

The old man listened to Qiao Minghe's words and looked up at Xiao Ai.

"Do you want to see?"

Xiao Ai nodded.

Mr. Qiao suddenly became well-behaved, but his eyes still had deep sadness.

He gave Xiao Ai the photo, and after Xiao Ai took a look, he handed it over to Qiao Minghe.

Looking at the energetic man in the photo, Qiao Minghe narrowed his black eyes slightly.

As Xiao Ai said, it is somewhat similar to himself and somewhat similar to Qiao Shibo.

It seems that this person is definitely the grandfather’s own son and Qiao Shibo’s own younger brother.

"Grandpa, can you tell the girl and me who is the person in this photo?" Qiao Minghe squatted down and looked at grandpa.

Old Master Qiao heard Qiao Minghe's voice and looked up at him.

After watching for a long time, Xiao Ai couldn't help but feel strange, but Old Master Qiao suddenly said, "He'er, he is your biological father."

Qiao Minghepin saw this in the letter. When grandpa said it again, he would not be surprised.

But the tone and attitude of grandfather's speech at this time was as if this was really a fact. Qiao Minghe obviously felt that grandfather's words were shocking.

"Grandpa, why do you say he is my dad? Isn't my dad Qiao Shibo?" Qiao Minghe asked grandpa again.

"Qiao Shibo?" Old Master Qiao suddenly heard the name and his face suddenly darkened.

"Qiao Shibo! Qiao Shibo!" When the old man repeated the name, he gritted his teeth, and the wet and turbid eyes also contained a strong sense of hatred.

"Grandpa!" Qiao Minghe suddenly felt that the old man was feeling a little unstable, so he hurriedly comforted him: "Grandpa, let's not mention that person anymore, let's go play games together!"

He heard that Qiao Meiling often taught the old man to play games recently, and the old man had a lot of fun, so he wanted to divert the old man's attention.

When the old man heard the game, he shook his head.

At this time, it seemed as if nothing could be raised to his interest.

"Grandpa, why don't I help you to bed and rest for a while, maybe you can see your son in your dream." Qiao Minghe comforted.

This sentence worked, and the old man immediately believed it and nodded quickly.

Qiao Minghe and Xiao Ai helped the old man onto the bed, covered him with a quilt and did not leave.

Until the old man fell asleep, his steady snoring sound came from his ears.

Qiao Minghe took Xiao Ai back to his room.

"It seems that Qiao Siqing really exists, and grandpa likes this young son very much. But is he really your biological father?" Xiao Ai wrote on the writing board.

Qiao Minghe shook his head slightly: "Maybe!"

Xiao Ai discovered it. Qiao Minghe was a little shocked when he learned about this from the beginning, but now he is basically in a very calm and doesn't care.

Perhaps, in Qiao Minghe's eyes, no matter who his father is, he has nothing to do with him.

Maybe it was because he only followed his grandfather since he was a child, and his mother rarely came back, and even Qiao Shibo never came back to see him.

Xiao Ai hasn't gone out again these days and has been with the old man.

In order to make the old man forget Qiao Siqing for the time being, Xiao Ai hid Qiao Siqing's photo while the old man was not paying attention.

At the beginning, the old man searched everywhere, and cried like a child while searching.

He looked at Xiao Ai who had been by his side and said in tears: "Girl, you won't want me one day, right?"

Xiao Ai looked at the old man in front of him. Although he was obviously of noble status, he felt very helpless and lonely.

She shook her head and said silently: "No!"

As if he understood Xiao Ai's lips, the old man actually held his face, which seemed to be a little vicissitudes of time, cried even harder, and was a little sad.

Xiao Ai felt a little embarrassed for a moment and wanted to find the photo several times.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Qiao heard the old man crying outside, and felt strange, and walked in with her grandson in her arms.

"What's wrong with the old man? He is so old, he still cries like a child." Mrs. Qiao looked at Mrs. Qiao in pain and regretful manner, and subconsciously twitched the corners of her eyes.

The old man was not sick, but remembered something, right? Otherwise, how could he behave like Xiao Ai?

Xiao Ai couldn't speak and could not respond to Mrs. Qiao.

But Mrs. Qiao handed the child to Xiao Ai and said to her: "You take the child downstairs and go for a walk! I'll accompany the old man!"

Xiao Ai was a little worried, but she left with the child in her arms.

When Mrs. Qiao saw Xiao Ai go out, she quickly closed the door.

She looked at the old man who was still crying, reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder, and asked, "Old man, what's wrong with you? Have you remembered something?"

The old man didn't speak, but he was in a better condition. He took away his hand covering his face and looked at Mrs. Qiao in front of him.

Mrs. Qiao seemed to remind her in a worried manner: "Old man, no matter whether you remember anything or not, you must remember one thing and not let Heer know."
Chapter completed!