Morning, the Heir

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Chapter 1086 Make another paternity test

"Is it really okay? Your face looks ugly." Weng Ling looked at him worriedly and reached for the temperature of his forehead.

Who knows, he suddenly missed, her hand out of the plane fell through, and forced to stop in the air.

I can only take it back.

"I still have something to do, you... go out first." Sheng Dong’s voice was a little dumb.

Weng Ling nodded and reached out to Shengyu: "Reputation, let us not bother Dad's work, and Linglong aunt to accompany you out to play football?"

"Good." The acquaintance should be sensible, and smiled and raised his head: "Dad, remember to eat cherries, reputation personally pick, each one is big and sweet."

After that, I took Weng Ling’s hand and jumped away from the study.

At the moment when the door of the study was closed, the whole person in Shengdong seemed to be detached, and his body leaned against the back of the chair.

He took the phone and looked at the photo incredulously.

He told himself that this is impossible, and it is definitely deliberately designed by some people with a heart.

How can he be skeptical because of a few photos in this area?

Five years ago, he had already made such a mistake. Is it necessary to make another mistake now?

He hinted at himself over and over again, not to think about it, but the more the seeds of fear and suspicion are like the constant extraction of nutrients in the darkness, slowly taking root, and soon becoming a towering tree.

A fierce boxing hit the desk on the solid wood, shaking the whole palm.

"Impossible! I was DNA testing that year, how could it be!"

As if even the psychological hints were useless, Sheng Dong directly made a noise.

There are no other people in the study, he talks to himself, but this sentence makes him fall silent again.

then……

He also made paternity tests with sails.

But the result is obviously being done.

Then what about his reputation?

On weekdays, the man of sinister arrogance, almost fell from the chair for a time, he slammed, the documents on the table together with the large purple cherries that had just been brought in, all fell to the ground.

The servant heard the sound and knocked at the door, bursting into a "roll" inside.

Sheng Dong sat in the study for a whole afternoon, and after the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

The study was dim because it didn't turn on the lights.

Shengdong moved the rigid fingertips, pressed the internal line, and did not open the sound in one afternoon. The throat seemed to stick together. When he said it, he was hoarse and low: "Let Han Jie come in."

Han Jie knocked on the door and there was no sound inside.

He waited, and then he pushed the door in. When he opened the door, he found that the study did not even turn on the lights.

The man behind the table can be seen faintly.

"Young master?" Han Jie subconsciously wants to press the switch on the bright wall.

"do not move."

"Young master, what happened to you?" Han Jie suddenly had a panic.

"come."

Han Jie said in front of him, a transparent small bag was photographed in front of his eyes, in the dark, he heard Sheng Dong trembled and said: "Go to the reputation of the hair, two samples sent to three different Let the place be identified and not be discovered."

Han Jie picked up a small transparent bag on the table with a few hairs inside.

He glimpsed a little, and suddenly the brain didn't seem to turn, knowingly asked: "Young Master, you let me go to identify... What?"

Sheng Dong was not angry, his voice was so calm, and he answered his stupid question with a word: "Parental identification."

In the dim, you can clearly hear Han Jie’s sound of a cold air.

He did not dare to look at Shengdong, which is the singer of his young master?

But how suddenly did he have a young master who was not feeling like it?

If guessing becomes a reality, then...

Han Jie did not dare to think that he had a chill in his life.

People in the entire villa found that their young master was not right.

For two days, Shengdong did not step out of the study.

The maids who asked him to eat or give him food were all taken out.

Sheng Dong ordered no one to disturb him.

Mrs. Sheng is anxious to die: "This mixed kid, who is the trouble again? Isn't it good yesterday?"

Weng Ling nodded and thought that when he saw Shengdong yesterday afternoon, he seemed to have lost some souls.

"This is really mad at me. When there is no stop, there are too many people. It is still a child's temper. I love to eat or not. If I don't eat, I will let him go hungry. Anyway, I will be hungry for a week."

Mrs. Sheng’s tone is completely accented by Mr. Sheng.

"Grandma, don't be angry, I think Adong may have encountered something, maybe it's just a trouble at work."

"As you said, he is not a child. If he handles it naturally, we will not bother him. Anyway, this is also in my own home. The injury on his body is not a big problem. If you have something, you can rest assured."

Weng Ling's gentle and gentle words, like a calming role, the old lady's anger was ruined by her words in a few words.

"You are a gimmick, this temper is very good, I like it, unlike the stinky boy who was spoiled by me, the stinky problem, if you can neutralize with you then just fine."

Weng Ling blushes and smiles shyly: "In fact, Adong is also very good, and he is very timid, but his temper is anxious."

"I want to say that you can get a good temper like you! He has been working too hard for the past few years. The whole person is very boring. If you have the heart, you should take the initiative to open the solution. Grandma supports you. ""

The euphemism of Mrs. Sheng’s words also shows his attitude.

Weng Ling was so shy that he was flushed, and that careful thought was seen at a glance.

"Grandma, you will make fun of me, don't tell you, I go to the kitchen to see, the pot is still porridge, if Adong is hungry, there will be food immediately."

Mrs. Sheng smiled aloud: "Look at your child, shy with your grandmother, go."

The result of the appraisal was taken back in the evening of the third day. Han Jie avoided everyone, went upstairs, and took out a brown paper bag from his arms: "Young Master..."

"How is the result?" Sheng Dong's voice is low and ugly.

Han Jie was hungry, afraid to look at his eyes, his face was very ugly.

Sheng Dong’s heart sinks and looks at Han Jie’s appearance. He already knows the answer.

"give it to me."

Han Jie hesitated for a moment, or handed it to Shengdong.

"Young master, she **** it!"

Han Jie said with a grin, he really wants to tear the woman's neck now.

It’s hard to imagine that there are still women who are so shameless and despicable.

When I designed Wen Xiaoxiao, I poured dirty water on her body, but I didn’t expect it to be myself.

This is simply too ridiculous, too ridiculous!

How can there be such a shameless woman?

In the past five years, the young master has been raising children for others!