Chief’s Tip Pet: Sweet Wife, New Online

When the people from the institute came, Qi Anran was upstairs with Ye Zhaoyang. To be precise, it was Ye Zhaoyang with her and the baby in her stomach.

Since the baby in Qi Anran's stomach has fetal movement, Ye Zhaoyang has had more compulsory courses every day.

That is, after eating, stay with Qi Anran and tell stories to the little baby.

At noon that day, after the family had lunch, Qi Anran took Ye Zhaoyang upstairs, ready to take a nap after telling the story.

Who ever thought that the people from the research institute would come before the story was finished.

Qi Anran heard the announcement from Uncle Zhong, with a relaxed expression on his face, he reached out and touched Ye Zhaoyang's head, and smiled slightly: "There are guests today, and we will continue to talk about the rest at night. Yangyang, you sleep first. Yes, I will go down to entertain guests."

Although Ye Zhaoyang was a little regretful, he didn't do much entanglement, and said obediently, "Okay."

Qi Anran asked 001 to stay upstairs with Ye Zhaoyang to sleep, and went downstairs with Xue Tuan.

As soon as I walked downstairs, I saw the "uninvited guests" in the hall.

After Jin Hongmiao entered Huo's house, they kept watching the surroundings, hoping to see Qi Anran earlier.

Hearing the movement, several people almost subconsciously looked up and saw Qi Anran walking downstairs at a glance.

The joy in Jin Hongmiao's eyes on Qi Anran's face was barely concealed, as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Qi Anran raised his eyebrows without a trace, and his defense against these people became even more profound.

"You...you are An Ran, right?" As soon as Qi Anran walked downstairs, Jin Hongmiao took a step forward, looked at her up and down, and said with great joy, "It's exactly the same, it's exactly the same. You are exactly the same. Your mother is really carved out of a mold!"

When Qi Anran heard him mention his mother, his eyes flickered, and he smiled and asked: "Are you?"

Qi Anran's performance exceeded Jin Hongmiao's expectations. In his opinion, Qi Anran should be happier and less defensive when he heard news from his mother or met someone she knew.

Instead of being like this, with a little indifference in doubt, as if everything he said had nothing to do with her.

"I'm Jin Hongmiao, a colleague and friend of your mother's life, you can call me...Uncle Jin."

Qi Anran didn’t answer him. He only smiled and asked: “Mr. Jin’s words make me a little confused? You just talked about your acquaintance with my mother. You don’t know what you said. Is it my biological mother? Or is it my foster mother?"

Jin Hongmiao was stunned. Only then did he remember that Qi Anran had been fostered in someone else's house before, and there was an adoptive mother there, and he subconsciously replied: "Naturally it is your biological mother Qi Yaoqin."

"Oh?" Qi Anran raised her eyebrows pretendingly, and chuckled: "How can Mr. Jin be sure that I am her daughter? Just now Mr. Jin kept saying that I look exactly like her when he saw me, so Is it just because of my face that you think I am her daughter? But there are so many people in this world who look alike. It would be too arbitrary to make a conclusion like this?"

Jin Hongmiao squinted his eyes slightly and smiled: "As you said, there are many people in this world who look similar. How can we identify you with just one face? We have already told you before. Your relatives have confirmed your identity, otherwise, if you say nothing, we don’t dare to come to you so hastily."