Wenhao looked at his father with a frank face, and said with a little cowardice, his first reaction was of course doubt, but he immediately overturned the doubt in his heart. He didn't dare to question his father's ability to control the royal family.

Tang Si's anger did not subside.

However, the anger was no longer directed at the son present, but at the wife of the family.

Sighing, Tang Sifa's voice fell: "You think of a way, I want to do a paternity test." ”

Wenhao got up: "I'll arrange it." ”

After getting off work that day, as soon as Tang Sifa got into the car, a nurse wearing ordinary clothes came to his car to take more than ten milliliters of his blood, and then delivered the blood to Wenhao. The writer also sent people to take the blood of two children, and another blood of the little stepmother in the name of physical examination.

Expedited identification can provide results in 3 hours.

Counting the time spent on the road, at half past nine in the evening of the same day, the writer knocked on the door of the soup house. Unlike ordinary local tyrants who love villas, Tang Sifa loves the top floor of high-rise residences. A high-rise building with one ladder and two households with 32 floors, and 30 floors and above are all Tang Mansions.

The samples showed that many loci such as red blood cell blood group, white blood cell blood group, serotype, and red blood cell enzyme type were in line with Mendelian genetic law, and the probability of parental rights with Tang Sifa and Xiaohouma was greater than 0.99999. In other words, the probability that Tang Sifa is the biological father of Xixi is about 99.999%.

And Tang Wenjie, the youngest son who has watched it for 3 years, not only has nothing to do with Tang Sifa, but also has nothing to do with his little stepmother.

Wenhao noticed that his father was five years old in an instant, and quickly lowered his head.

"Where is that kid now?" It is worthy of the wind and rain in the sea of business, and after a moment of silence, Tang Sifa spoke, his tone was only relatively low, far from being out of control.

The writer reported an address.

Seeing that his father had been silent for a long time, Wenhao retired first.

When he fell from the indoor elevator to the living room on the 30th floor, the little stepmother walked over to him, with a little nervousness on her face: "Xiaojie said that someone drew the blood on his finger today?" ”

The writer avoided answering, and continued to walk through the large living room towards the door with double doors.

"Coincidentally, today the family doctor came and drew blood for me."

The writer listened silently, without stopping, and without talking.

Some women have a sixth sense of astonishment. The little stepmother belongs to this kind of woman.

She saw that the writer's expression was unusually solemn, and he rushed in front of him with an arrow step, proudly holding his chest full, she didn't believe that he dared not stop. The writer is to the left, and the little stepmother follows to the left; The writer is to the right, and the little stepmother is to the right. The writer was helpless, so he had to look at her directly.

"Didn't you say the kid was missing? How did it appear again? ”

"I don't know what you're talking about." The writer replied.

The writer lifted his briefcase, blocked it in front of him, and squeezed it through. The servant at the door opened the heavy metal door on his behalf, and the little stepmother grabbed Wenhao's arm, but Wenhao couldn't shake it off, and he didn't make a sound, dragging the humanoid burden and just walked out.

"The old woman found you? How much money did you give the old woman? I'll give you ten times as much...... Woo, she said she would dispose of the child after taking my money...... Woo, what should I do now? Your dad is such a ruthless and unrighteous person......"

The writer has always been good at hiding his feelings, and he can't help but be angry at this time: "Isn't that child your biological flesh and blood?" You actually paid her to die? ”

The little stepmother was almost hysterical: "Do you know how painful it is for a woman to be pregnant and give birth?" It's like someone is slashing you with a knife, it's like 10,000 ants gnawing at you! Do you know how scary it is to walk through the Ghost Gate? The imp grabs you by the leg and is desperate to drag you to hell...... Do I have to go through this kind of thing a second time? ”

Wenhao suppressed his anger, bowed slightly behind his little stepmother, and resolutely turned around and left.

The little stepmother only felt cold behind her, and she didn't have to look back, she knew that there was an old man standing behind her who could spoil her to the sky when she was happy and trample on the soles of her feet when she was angry.

Coming out of the building where the soup house was located, the night was already very thick.

Wenhao was a little dazed, and suddenly wanted to see Mo Yan in his heart. I want to tell her that if she doesn't want to have children in the future, they can do IVF and then find someone to surrogate. As far as he knows, commercial surrogacy is legal in most states of the United States, Russia, Ukraine, Georgia, etc.

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that this matter was still very far away from him. It's still more important to sort things out at hand.

Driving straight to the suburban villa, he decided to meet his mother.

Under such a major family change, it is reasonable for him to go to see his mother, even if his father knows about it.

When I arrived at my mother's house, it was almost 11 o'clock.

The lights were turned off in the villa and back on.

"If you come to see me, will he find out that Xi Xi has been here?" Mrs. Wen put on a shawl and walked out of the bedroom, and asked the first thing she said when she saw Wenhao.

"There is no foolproof strategy. It's only a matter of time before my father sees through my superficial and unscrupulous design. When the time comes, when he wants to ask me, I will take the initiative to tell the facts, and then tell him that the reason why I designed it is just to not take the initiative to disturb his life, do my best, and obey the destiny of God. ”

Seeing that her son was so determined, Mrs. Wen also calmed down.

"Where are things now?"

The writer told his mother about the events of that night. After finishing speaking, he looked at his mother affectionately: "Mom, is it really so painful and dangerous to give birth to a child?" ”

Mrs. Wen looked at her son who was approaching her age tenderly, as if she was looking at a two or three-year-old child: "No matter how painful it is, my mother has never been afraid or regretted. ”

The writer was moved to hold his mother's hand and held it tightly.

Early the next morning, Wenhao finished a hearty breakfast at his mother's place and drove to the company in the city.

Halfway through, I received an international call from the UK. There is no doubt that the other party is Huanting.

"You're going to come to see me in two weeks, and your ticket can be booked, do you need me to book it for you?"

"Wan Ting......" The writer hesitated, of course he wanted to change his son and go to the UK after all the doubts were over.

"What? Looking for an excuse? It's eight o'clock in the morning when you're there, and one o'clock in the morning for me! In order not to affect you, I am staying up late to call you. My eye cream is expensive! Are you worthy of my good intentions? ”

The writer said steadily: "I didn't say I wouldn't go. It's just that you may not be able to get there on time. I'll tell you all why, but you have to swear never to tell the second person. ”

Wan Ting was excited when she heard it.

This kind of feeling, like God knows, you know and I know, and it makes people blood when they think about it.

Sharing secrets brings her a sense of closeness.

"Good! I swear! ”

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