Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 167 Party
Different from the warm-colored room layout of other girls, Xie Qinghan's room looks cooler, with black, white and gray tones, making the whole room extremely simple.

Xie Qinghan sat at the table, and she slowly opened the file bag.

The report inside was moved out little by little, Xie Qinghan's eyes became more and more serious.

Finally, she looked at the five words "no blood relationship" on it, and frowned fiercely.

No?

how come?
Xie Qinghan's expression became much uglier.

How could there be no blood relationship?
She made a special investigation when she was abroad, and it was [-]% that Song Nainai was the lost daughter of the Xie family.

Otherwise, she would not have returned to China for Song Nainai.

DNA testing is done to make this possibility affirmative.

but--

Xie Qinghan suppressed the anger in his heart, how could it be possible?

Dialing the phone without hesitation, Xie Qinghan held the phone tightly, "Doctor Wang, are you sure the result of this appraisal is correct?"

"I'm sure." Dr. Wang took a breath, "Is there something wrong with Ms. Xie?"

"...No." Xie Qinghan hung up the phone, her eyes clear, she exhaled slowly, closed her eyes and opened them again.

She did not believe the appraisal report.

Maybe she made a mistake when pulling out her hair.

Xie Qinghan thought about it, and her gaze sank a little.
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It rained several times a few days ago, and the air was filled with dampness, but on Sunday, the dark clouds cleared, and the sun instantly brightened.

Song Nainai was wearing a burgundy knee-length dress, her hair was tied into a bun, and there were fragments of hair falling from the corner of her forehead, which had been permed into slightly curly hair.

The little girl was carrying a small white bag, and she held Ji Rongwen's hand with a smile.

Ji Rongwen raised his hand to rub her hair, his eyes fell on the little girl's fair and delicate collarbone, and he casually looked away.

"Where are we going?"

The little girl tilted her head, and her cat pupils were ignorant of worldly affairs. She smiled at Ji Rongwen, and the corners of Ji Rongwen's lips could not help but twitch because of the unconscious dependence in her gestures.

"Take you to meet some friends." Ji Rongwen stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's slender wrist, and the tenderness from his palm deepened his phoenix eyes under the lens.

After getting into the car, Ji Rongwen stepped on the accelerator.

Ji Rongwen, Fu Tingchuan and the others belonged to the same circle. They originally planned to cultivate a relationship with the little girl, but coincidentally, there happened to be a small gathering today.

It's just a few fun people in their circle.

Ji Rongwen was driving the car, and the corner of his eye fell on the little girl.

Song Nainai was born very white, and she looks white and glowing in the sun, cute and soft, looking at her reminds me of glutinous rice dumplings.

He slowly looked away again, the car drove slowly, and not long after, it stopped at the door of a club.

Handing the car keys to the security guard at the door, Ji Rongwen held Song Nainai's hand and walked in. There were not many people in the clubhouse at this point.

Ji Rongwen pushed open the door of a private room familiarly. There was a light inside, but it was not on. As soon as the door opened, there were loud jokes.

Song Nainai hid behind Ji Rongwen, and when she heard someone shouting "Master Wen", she poked her head out from behind Ji Rongwen.

Ji Rongwen raised his hand and patted Song Nainai's head, and led her in, smiling casually as he walked, "Okay, you guys, the crowd is pretty neat."

"That's not true." A person smiled, "I heard that Master Wen is coming, everyone has to make time to come if they don't have time."

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Sure enough, reading book reviews affects my mood (▼皮▼#)
(End of this chapter)