"Father, what are you talking about? And also. ”

Looking back at the person who seemed to be frowning slightly, his voice was displeased.

"Be quiet, it's all noisy."

Ji Feng choked.

glared at his eldest son fiercely.

Pull people away.

Sit down on the edge of the bed by yourself.

Be very careful.

Obviously, he listened to his son's words and couldn't disturb his younger son.

Looking at the pale and bloodless face of the youngest son, I was distressed.

During the day, he was still alive in front of him.

They even argued with him about him and asked him to fulfill them.

Just a few hours.

He lay on the white hospital bed, as quiet as the sleeping prince in a fairy tale.

"Did you find out who did it?"

Ji Feng put away his pain and replaced it with anger.

Ji Yuran stood at the head of the bed, still a little dissatisfied with being pulled away by his father.

Hearing the question, he nodded.

"Jiang Jiabao, the son of President Shu Bao."

The center of Ji Feng's forehead is wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

Makes people several years old.

"Are you sure it's him?"

Ji Yuran glanced at his father.

Didn't answer.

Go around to the other side, take off your shoes, and get ready to get to bed.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as he sat down on the bed, his father jumped up again as if stimulated.

Ji Yuran's face was inexplicable.

"I guess I'm asking you what you want to do."

Ji Feng looked at his son seriously for a while.

Felt.

Probably, I misunderstood.

That before.

Thinking of when I just opened the door,

His eldest son was leaning over his younger son, like, like, ahem...

Unnaturally turned his face away and stood up.

"Since you're fine, take good care of Mio, and I'll take care of it over there."

"As for Jiang Jiabao, remember to let him taste Mio's pain too."

The child he held in the palm of his hand.

How can this reversion be done in vain?

Ji Yuran pressed Luo Mio's hand and asked without raising his head.

"Father, Mio's mother has AB blood type?"

was in a very casual tone, and Ji Feng didn't care much about it.

Return.

"I don't know."

Ji Yuran: "..."

"Then how did you determine that Mio is your son?"

Ji Feng was asked.

It is said that when he brought Mio back then, he did not do a paternity test.

Squinted his eyes and looked at his eldest son seriously.

"Xiao Ran, what do you mean by this?"

Ji Yuran focused on the movements in his hands.

It was as if he hadn't noticed his father's expression.

The voice was faint: "Just curious." ”

Ji Feng didn't believe it.

What character his own son has, he knows.

"Do you know something?"

Ji Yuran's hand paused for a moment, and then returned to normal, and no one saw it.

Once you have finished pressing your hands, start pressing your legs.

The hand is soft and elastic to the touch.

It's fascinating.

But when I think of what he looks like at the moment.

All the ripples were replaced by a rich dark vortex.

"No, it's just that Mio needs a blood transfusion, and when I checked, I found that he was different from us, he was AB type."

"What did you say?" Ji Feng's expression was surprised.

Ji Yuran raised his head, his eyes slightly downcast.

"I said Mio is type AB, not type O."

Ji Feng shook his head again and again.

"No, it shouldn't be AB, how can it be AB?"

Even if you have type O blood, even if you have a child with type AB, it will only be AO or BO.

O is invisible, which is A or B.

There will be no AB.

"Xiao Ran, are you making a mistake?"

Ji Feng was a little uncalm.

Walked over to Luo Mio and took a deep breath.

Tear a hair from his head.

and then pulled the roots from his own head.

Regardless of the other two people in the room, go out quickly.

Seeing this, Ji Yuran's eyes flickered, exuding an unknown light.