I looked at Fang Tong like this, and I couldn't help but sneer.

The daughter of Fang's Group? Even if Fang Haoran is here now, he can't save her.

"Mu Qingling, you wait for me, I won't let you have a good time, Mu Qingling, you wait for me." When Fang Tong was taken away, he was also unusually arrogant and roared at me.

After I watched Fang Tong being taken away, I left the Mu family directly.

After solving Fang Tong and Mu Chen, I still have one more thing that needs to be investigated.

"Your mother gave birth to your birth certificate?" I came to my aunt's house, although our relationship was not very good before, but now I have some fame in the capital after all, so they are not polite to me, but a little enthusiastic, I explained my intentions, my aunt didn't seem to think that I would ask this question.

"Well, I can't find my birth certificate and want to ask."

"Oh, you can ask your mom about it."

"My mother doesn't remember, she used to have the best relationship with you, auntie, you should remember my birth, right?"

"Actually, I don't remember very well, why did I ask this question suddenly?" My aunt looked at me and wondered.

I just made an excuse to prevaricate, and when I saw that my aunt couldn't get the answer I wanted, I had no choice but to go to the hospital.

"You want a blood test?" Situ Ao seemed surprised when he heard what I was trying to do.

"Well, check it for me, and then give me the report."

"Okay." After Situ Ao took me for a blood test, the results came back an hour later.

After Situ Ao gave me the report, he left.

When I took the report home, I pulled out the medical records of my father's previous examinations.

I compared my blood types and found an amazing fact.

I...... Not a child of the Mu family?

Dad's blood type is A, but my blood type is O RH blood type, and my mother's blood type is B.

It turns out that I am not a child of the Mu family, so my mother will treat me like this?

Since I am not a child of the Mu family, then ...... Whose child am I?

I held my head and couldn't figure it out.

Fang Tong is not a child of the Fang family? From what my mom said today, I can only draw this conclusion.

Thinking that Ye Ran and Fang Haoran are such a daughter, they are not their daughters? How sad they must have been.

Everything is still just conjecture now, and there must be substantial evidence to prove that Fang Tong's is not a child of the Fang family.

But how do I prove it?

I was struggling with how to prove that Fang Tong was not a child of the Fang family, but the doorbell rang at this time.

I'm a little confused, will someone come looking for me at this time? Could it be Lin Man?

I came to the door, opened it, and saw that it was not Lin Man, but the steward of the Imperial Manor.

"Miss Mu, I'm sorry to come over and disturb your rest."

"Excuse me, do you have anything?"

I looked at the gentleman's elegant butler in front of me in amazement.

"Can you trouble Miss Mu for a trip to the Imperial Manor?"

"Huh?" I was so frightened by the butler's words that I couldn't help but open my mouth wide.

I don't seem to have anything to do with the people of the Imperial Group? Apart from...... Dumplings?

"The little master has been crying, we can't help it, the head of the family said maybe invite you over, you will have a way."

The butler said to me with a straight look.

"Dango is crying? Why do you cry so well? ”

Hearing that it was the dumplings crying, I looked at the housekeeper anxiously and said.

"The little young master has been crying since the afternoon, and there is no way to stop it now, we are worried that he will cry like this, so we can only come over and ask Miss Mu to come over to comfort the little young master, the little young master seems to have a lot of fate with Miss Mu, and he also likes Miss Mu very much, so can we trouble Miss Mu?"

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Hearing that Tuanzi was crying, I couldn't care about anything, closed the door, and got in the car with the housekeeper.

……

"Butler, I have a question for you."

Sitting in the car, I looked at the butler who was driving the car and couldn't help but ask.

"Miss Mu, please tell me something." The butler said to me in an unusually gentle manner.

I licked my lips and thought about it, but decided to ask.

"That, your master, is the ...... Mr. Mu, the last time you said that his Chinese name was Mu, right? ”

"Yes." The butler turned around and nodded at me.

"Dango's mother, isn't she there?"

Dango is crying like this, isn't his mother there?

After the butler looked at me meaningfully, he shook his head at me and said, "I'm sorry, this is the master's business, we don't want to ask."

Could it be that what happened to the mother of the group? Or is it......

In my mind, I couldn't help but make up for the history of those wealthy families.

"It's here, Miss Mu." Just as I was thinking about how Dango's mother had died, I heard the butler in front of me whisper to me.

I came back to my senses, gave you an embarrassed look, opened the door, and got out of the car.

When I came to the Imperial Manor again, I couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

"The little master is upstairs, please Miss Mu come with me."

"Okay." I glanced at the butler, nodded and followed behind him.

The villa was still the same as the last time I visited, flanked by well-trained servants, and the luxurious staircase was a little cold, giving a strong sense of oppression.

"Wow wow...... Mommy...... I want mommy ......."

The child was crying immaturely, unable to speak, but crying at the top of his throat.

"Little master, please don't cry."

"Little master, come, this is fresh milk that has just been delivered from the Mufeier grassland, your favorite drink before."

"Mom...... Wow wow wow......"

"Dango." I listened to the child's heart-rending crying, and I couldn't care anymore, so I pushed open the door and walked in, and I saw the ball sitting in the crib, crying constantly.

His face was red from crying, his little fists were clenched, his eyes were red and swollen, and he looked unusually pitiful.

"Mama...... Ma Ma ...... "After Danzi saw me, he stretched out his hand and made a hugging motion.

I immediately stepped forward and hugged the ball.

"Ma Ma is here, the ball is good, don't cry."

I turned around a little helplessly and said to the stunned maid in the room, "That, you go down first, I have a way to coax the dumplings." ”

I'm afraid that the dumplings just want to drink milk, but with so many people here, how can I stage this kind of live broadcast.

"Yes."

The servants gave me a strange look and then left the room.

I watched the servants leave and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I lowered my head, touched Tuanzi's red and swollen cheeks, looked at his beautiful phoenix eyes, and couldn't help but soften: "I really owe you in my last life." ”

Every time I see this little guy, I unconsciously soften, probably because this child's eyes are very similar to Xi Mushen, right?

"Eat." Touching the sideburns that were wet with tears, he said.

Dango consciously brought her mouth close to me and kept sucking.

I was made by the dumplings like this, and my cheeks couldn't help but be hot, in fact, this kind of experience was still a little embarrassing for me.

After all, I obviously don't have milk, and I still have to feed my children like this, and I can't get over this hurdle in my heart.

The dumplings sucked for a long time, and finally quieted down, I kissed the dumplings' face, thinking helplessly, I obviously don't have milk for the dumplings to drink, why do dumplings always like to put on my chest? Could it be that the dumplings have never drunk milk since they were born?

Impossible, right? Dango's mother died in childbirth?

I patted my cheek, looked at the sleeping dango with soft eyes, and saw that the dango was sleeping very soundly, so I put the dango down, and when I was about to leave, the dango seemed to know that I was leaving, and suddenly opened his eyes at this time.

I looked at the ball that opened my eyes and couldn't help but whisper, "What's wrong?" ”

"Ma Ma ......" Dango looked at me with his eyes open, his little hands, grabbed my fingers, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again with bubbles in his mouth.

Looking at the cute appearance of the dango, I couldn't help but laugh.

If my child were still alive, he would be about the same age as Dango, right?

"Miss Mu." I leaned against the bed and watched the dumplings quietly for a long time, until the butler walked in, followed by a servant with a tray.

I smelled a very fragrant smell, and I felt like my stomach was singing empty plans.

I licked my lips and sneered, "Butler, can you please break the hand of the dango?" ”

I wanted to shake it off just now, but don't look at the dumplings so small, the strength is really not small.

I couldn't bear to break the hand of the dumpling, so I had to let the butler come.

The housekeeper smiled and said, "Miss Mu is hungry, right?" I asked the chef to make you a little soup cup, would you like to try it? ”

Mine was hungry, and my stomach was already rumbling when I smelled the sweet smells.

I didn't have any pretensions, I asked the butler to bring me something, and after I finished eating, I saw the butler looking at me dumbfounded.

I've probably never seen a woman with such rude manners as me.

"Makes you laugh." I blushed and pretended to be calm and said to the butler.

"No, Miss Mu is very straightforward, Miss Mu will sleep here tonight, the little master's room is very large, if Miss Mu is sleepy, she can sleep here."

"That's it." I smiled wryly and looked back at the little ball that had been holding my hand.

If I go, it is estimated that the dumplings will still make trouble, thinking of the heartbreaking appearance of the dumplings crying just now, I feel distressed: "Where is the father of the dumplings?" The child cries like this, does he look like words? ”

I looked at the housekeeper like a stern teacher.

The housekeeper was a little embarrassed and said, "The master of the house, he ...... I won't coax the child, just say let's invite you. ”

I've been here twice and never met the owner of the villa once?

Could it be that the president of this imperial group is really so mysterious?