Before Yu Daxing's fist fell, Julian hurriedly ran away. His speed is really a little jaw-dropping.

Yu Daxing also subconsciously wanted to leave, but as soon as he stepped out of the door with his front foot, his back foot suddenly moved, and then looked back: "Sometimes things are not what you imagined, and in addition to He Wan, there are actually more people in your world." Maybe you're also important to her? ”

After the person next to her said this meaningfully, Jiang Che's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, maybe she was actually very important to her???

Does it matter?

Jiang Che pinched his palm with some uncertainty, and there was some hesitation and hesitation in his heart.

In fact, he didn't know how he should choose, let alone the meaning of the words of the people next to him.

Possible... Maybe.

It's just that there is no real empathy in this world. Maybe she is really important to her. But in her own mind, He Wan is no longer important or unimportant.

…

"Go inside, his mood may not be as good as he thinks."

As soon as Yu Daxing went out, he saw the people outside the door, and when his words fell, the people next to him were obviously stunned.

"Did you find my wife?"

"I ......"

Jiang Yufeng can't explain the feelings in his heart now, is it a kind of excitement?

Of course, I was thrilled to be able to find my son. After all, this is a blood relationship anyway, and this is a fact that cannot be changed in any way.

But now, he is still like a big rock that has never landed. That is Professor Yang Yunting. 000 Literature

Over the years, whether openly or secretly, they have been looking for Professor Yang Yunting. But no one could really find her.

And now, even his son has been found, can his wife find out?

Maybe he hadn't seen him for many years, but now that he suddenly saw it, Jiang Yufeng was in a somewhat complicated mood, and even a little uncomfortable. He himself is not an emotionally rich person, and all his feelings are given to Professor Yang Yunting, so that his son is completely in a kind of psychology of loving the house and Wu.

Thinking like this, Jiang Yufeng still took that step, and then walked towards the laboratory.

Jiang Che's whole body seemed to be frozen, and he quietly looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was neatly dressed, wearing glasses, and full of academic atmosphere, with a hint of sadness on his face.

And his eyebrows, eyes and facial features are exactly the same as Jiang Che in several places. To be precise, Jiang Che should be exactly the same as him.

"You are Jiang Che??"

A kind of temptation with a bit of detachment, a bit of uncertainty in the helplessness, Jiang Che couldn't help frowning.

"You're my father?"

The word father may be good for everyone else. But for Jiang Che, it was very unfamiliar.

"Yes."

"My name is Jiang Yufeng, and I am your biological father."

Jiang Che: "So, you also know that I will be in the laboratory, right?" ”

A particularly nonsensical sentence was asked by Jiang Che, but in fact, he was asking Jiang Yufeng from another meaning: Are you also with them? Got me here?

Because just now, from Yu Daxing's tone, it was not difficult for Jiang Che to hear a little respect for Jiang Yufeng.

Therefore, Jiang Che naturally associated things with Jiang Yufeng.