Li Yongheng felt in a trance that he had seen that man.

"People know how to be silent, it's not a good thing for her to be so noisy."

The man laughed, as if casually giving the cat and dog a strange name, and excitedly turned the office chair.

Could it be that Song Mo's father is him?

But isn't his surname Ling? No, his other daughter doesn't have the same surname as him.

"Your father, is his name Ling Zhao?" Li Yongheng suddenly became excited.

Ling Zhao, that's the man's name.

Finally learned what he wanted to know, Song Mo felt a burst of joy in his heart, and just as he wanted to reply, he heard a ringtone.

"Hey, it's me, maybe something new...... Okay, I'll come over now. Li Yongheng replied on the phone.

He wanted to discuss more with Song Mo, but he didn't want news from the school.

The project he was working on had made a new discovery, and he had to rush to see it.

"Let's add a friend and we'll talk later." He took out his mobile phone and sent his contact information.

He went out very quickly, not at all like a middle-aged man in his fifties, walking like a fly.

However, with Li Yongheng's contact information, it is not too late to ask for relevant news in the future.

Yi Xiaocao chatted with the Ji couple about the details of the funeral again, and then came back to find Song Mo.

When they went out, the Ji family and his wife also felt a little guilty in their hearts, and sent the person out respectfully.

"Well, they're not bad." Yi Xiaocao hugged the jar of biscuits that the two couples apologized for, and directly dismantled and ate them.

"It's normal, for the sake of dramatic conflicts, people will write face-painted, and people in reality will not be unreasonable and arrogant all the time." Song Mo spread his hands.

Getting that man's name today is already a big step forward.

However, she looked at Li Yongheng's attitude, and these two old classmates were afraid that something unpleasant had happened.

"Silently, how do I feel like someone is staring at us?" Yi Xiaocao's intuition is very sharp.

When she said this, Song Mo directly dispatched the nearby monitors.

Sure enough, there was a man in a hat across the street staring in their direction, to be precise, at the Ji family.

I guess it's Miss Ji Yao's former friend.

It has nothing to do with her, and she doesn't care too wide.

"I remember there's a new internet celebrity store on the front street, go check it out?" Song Mo searched the map.

There are a lot of Internet celebrities taking pictures of the strawberry cheese latte in that store, and she also wants to check it out.

"No, no, no, the donor is calm, the donor is likely to be deceived, a bad omen." Yi Xiaocao persuaded her.

Donor run, it's an IQ tax!

The two pulled and tugged, and walked across the overpass.

When passing by the man in the hat just now, Song Mo only noticed that there was a metal stud on his ear, which was shiny.

After tossing around and returning to the dormitory, the two of them were a little exhausted.

Laboratory.

Jiang Xueyao skillfully sorted out the data, and after doing everything, she walked to the transparent culture tank and said hello to the child in front of her.

"Good night, Xingchen, I'm going to sleep." She gently knocked on the jar.

Saying goodbye to the night stars, she went back to her room, stared at the mother-daughter photo at the head of the bed, said goodnight to her mother, and closed her eyes.

Hopefully tonight is a good dream.

But there are too many things in the world that say hope but backfire.

The beginning of the dream was indeed a sweet dream.

A family of two people has a new member.

The man happily held the girl, lifted her high, and teased her childishly, "Take off!" ”

The child who was being held couldn't speak, just stared at the man's smiling face and smiled happily.

"Our Xiaoxue is really cuteer and cuter the more she looks at it, and I don't know who will be cheaper in the future?" The man touched her nose and joked.

The man would accompany her, listen to her tell the story of the doll would bear cub, and rub the top of her hair.

But gradually, this tenderness that belongs to my father is becoming less and less.

He accepted a job, leaving early and returning late, and sometimes she wanted to read him the fairy tale book she had practiced for a long time, but she could only wait in disappointment until she fell asleep, closed her eyes in despair and went to sleep obediently.

After another two years, the two people who were originally in love began to quarrel, and her mother would secretly hold her and cry in the middle of the night, and then wipe away her tears and go back to sleep.

Later, the family fell apart.

Under her mother's tough attitude, she had the new name "Jiang Xueyao", and won countless scholarships with excellent grades.

Jiang Xueyao occasionally misses her previous name, sometimes she thinks of the man she affectionately called her father, and from time to time she wonders where he is doing.

Until a group of people forcibly broke into the door of the house, coerced and lured her mother, she hid behind the door as a teenager, frightened, but also understood the words of those people.

Dad is doing something very nasty, and these vicious uncles are here to investigate and find out his whereabouts.

The little girl's longing for her father has a crack.

The image of the doll that accompanied her gradually collapsed, and gradually she was labeled with a perverted and crazy expression, and she gradually hated the man.

Although she had a bad father, her mother was not, and she worked hard to support the family, calling herself gentle and never mentioning the man.

In the end, my mother died of overwork.

Jiang Xueyao held her college admission letter and cried for a long time in front of her grave, crying until her eyes were swollen and her throat was dry.

She hated the man.

But after entering the campus, this hatred became strange again.

"Ling Zhao? Are you his daughter? Exactly, I can offer you this location......"

"It's an honor to be Professor Ling's daughter, how fortunate I am to be in the same lab with his daughter."

This name, which haunted their mother and daughter like a nightmare in the past, gradually became a ladder for her to climb up academically, a smooth graduation project, and a smooth research institute, as long as Ling Zhao's name appeared, her life began to be smooth.

But who is going to be the daughter of that kind of man? Halfway through her entire childhood, he disappeared completely, leaving her mother with a mess, even if she successfully studied for a doctorate, can she get her mother's life back?

In the midst of "Professor Ling's daughter" one by one, this nightmare woke up.

Jiang Xueyao hugged the quilt and didn't return to her dream for a long time.

The story in the dream was too real, and she had palpitations.

The bloodline has a label on her and cannot be torn off for the rest of her life.

She recalled the familiar data, and she knew very well that the subject was about the same age as she was back then.

It was about Ling Zhao who regarded that child as a substitute for himself.

That's pretty pathetic.

She thought so.

But for some reason, there was a trace of jealousy in her heart.