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Chapter 1126

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Ding Han realized that Huo Jibai probably still thought that she was his mother and wanted to use the past to move her. Since she had nothing to do now, she didn't mind listening. "Go ahead."

Huo Jibai was silent for two seconds before he said, "My mother was adopted by my grandparents from a welfare home. Not long after she was adopted, my grandmother gave birth to my uncle. After that, my grandmother started to hate my mother. Fortunately, my grandfather treated my mother very well.

My mother divorced my father before they got married, but she never mentioned anything about the past. My father never minded either.

However, my grandmother disliked my mother very much because of this. She often made things difficult for her, especially behind my father's back. She completely ordered my mother around like a servant.

Whatever my mother cared about, she would destroy.

I often saw my mother crying secretly. Once, my grandmother threw away the proposal ring that my father gave to my mother. My mother braved the heavy rain and searched for it in the bamboo forest for a day and a night.

The next day, she personally handed the ring that she found with great difficulty to my grandmother. She said that it must be because she wasn't good enough, so my grandmother didn't like her.

She also said that she would work harder to be the eldest daughter-in-law in the Family Huo. If my grandmother was satisfied with her as her daughter-in-law one day, please return the ring to her.

Actually, I know that my mother was just afraid that my grandmother would find out that she found the ring and throw it away, so she reluctantly gave the ring to my grandmother for safekeeping.

Although she couldn't wear the ring anymore, at least she kept the beautiful memories between her and my father. "

Huo Jibai paused at this point and looked at Ding Han a little embarrassedly. "Did I say too much?"

When Ding Han heard Huo Jibai say all this, she had a strange feeling in her heart. She felt a little sad, but also a little familiar. These were clearly other people's affairs, so why did she have this feeling?

At this moment, Ding Han suddenly had a bold idea. Was she really Huo Jibai's mother?

But in the next moment, she immediately denied this idea.

Impossible. After she woke up in the hospital, He Jingxing told her her identity. She went to look for her ex-husband and the people she worked with in the past. Everyone knew that she was Ding Han.

He Jingxing had never returned to the country. He didn't know Jian Xi at all. Jian Xi died in the plane crash. He Jingxing was far away in the United States, so how could he save Jian Xi?

More importantly, He Jingxing had no reason to let Jian Xi pretend to be Ding Han.

What was he after? For?

"Secretary Ding?"

Huo Jibai's words pulled Ding Han's whimsical thoughts.............

Huo Jibai shook his head. "It's nothing." Then he took out a necklace from his pocket and said to Ding Han, "This was a birthday gift from my mother on my twelfth birthday. At that time, I thought that a boy wearing a necklace was too girly. I wasn't very happy when I received the gift, so I didn't wear it. Then, my mother left me that year. After that, I treasured it. Every time I see this necklace, I feel very sad. It has become an eternal regret in my heart, so I would like to ask you to help me wear this necklace."

Ding Han's gaze fell on the necklace in Huo Jibai's hand. The white one should be Perkin's. The chain was the simplest O-shaped chain and the pendant was heart-shaped. It was indeed girly, but it gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Ding Han almost blurted out, "Is there a small photo of your family in the heart-shaped pendant?"

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