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Ruan Mengmeng's indifference made Ruan Zhaotian's last hope come to naught.

He originally wanted to persuade Chen Qingzhi to at least leave the old man's ashes through Meng Meng.

But when he said this request, he saw his daughter, and the corners of his lips were full of mockery.

Ruan Zhaotian will never understand that when that day, after he gave Ruan Mengmeng such a decisive slap in the hospital, his daughter died.

He forgot that day, it was the birthday of his beloved daughter.

He also forgot that day his daughter was supposed to stand in the church in a white veil, and he took the hand and handed it to another man.

"It's no use begging me...... I just followed my grandfather's last wish. Ruan Mengmeng looked coldly at the man who was about to kneel for her.

His eyes, like water, trembled slightly.

To this day, in the entire Ruan family, she is only willing to call the late old man Ruan 'grandpa'.

In her eyes, the others were already strangers.

"Mengmeng, even if it's your grandfather's last wish, it depends on the situation. Look at your grandmother, she's like that...... If you take your grandfather's ashes away, your grandmother will ......."

Ruan Mengmeng coldly interrupted Ruan Zhaotian's words: "You are wrong, Li Yinan is not my grandmother." Moreover, before leaving, grandpa said that he didn't want to see Li Yinan, let alone be buried with Li Yinan......"

"You...... You lie, you lie...... It's impossible for the old man not to want to see me......" The old lady, who had fallen into Ruan Xueqin's arms and was almost fainting, was still muttering to herself.

Ruan Mengmeng seemed to be unable to hear, and only said to Ruan Zhaotian: "Actually, it's okay not to have ashes." ”

"Really?" Ruan Zhaotian was pleasantly surprised.

Chen Qingzhi frowned.

"Just tell me who my real father is - if you find it inconvenient, you can come up and tell me quietly...... As long as you say it, I don't want it. ”

After listening to the conversation between Chen Qingzhi and Ruan Zhaotian, Ruan Mengmeng had a hunch.

From Chen Qingzhi's mouth, she must not have heard the truth.

And now, although it is despicable, in exchange for her grandfather's ashes, and Ruan Zhaotian for her biological father's information.

But Ruan Mengmeng knows that this may be her only chance-

She didn't take the ashes today, and she can take them again.

But this opportunity is gone, and she is not sure that she can let her mother tell her when she goes back.

And yet—

Ruan Zhaotian only hesitated for three seconds, "Ashes...... Take it away...... Meng Meng, be kind to your grandfather's ashes ......"

After speaking, Ruan Zhaotian didn't mention the request just now.

Ignoring the obstruction of others, he personally took down the urn and put it in Ruan Mengmeng's hands.

The girl was dumbfounded......

She didn't expect that Ruan Zhaotian would rather not have his grandfather's ashes and keep the secret of the year.

So......

Who is her biological father - can Ruan Zhaotian and Chen Qingzhi keep their mouths shut at the same time?

*

The chief private hospital in S City, Bo's exclusive research institute

"Li Shao, please inside."

One of Bo Hanyuan's personal assistants, Lian Heng, who has a cold face but a delicate and enthusiastic heart.

After entering the password, he smiled and invited Li Junyu and the other two young masters who followed him to enter the research institute.

Li Junyu, who walked in front, his cold face was almost integrated with this cold and rigorous research institute.

And Li Junche, who was following him, secretly pulled the corners of Li Peacock's clothes.

He asked in a low voice, "Second brother...... Didn't you say that it was just a physical examination, how could you bring us here? This is Bo Hanyuan's robot research institute, I ...... Can I withdraw? ”

In this world, Li Junche is only afraid of two people.

One is his family's indifferent and serious eldest brother Li Junyu, who can freeze people three feet.

There is also a man who is as cold and mechanical as a robot and hates all living things - Bo Hanyuan.

[Update completed, see you tomorrow night at 8 o'clock~]

[Little Theater: Author: "Why do you hate living things? ”

Bo Hanyuan (coldly glanced at the tired and asleep poem in his arms): "Because of the noise"]

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