Rong Weishan took it over in confusion.

“DNA Test Report—”

Rong Weishan subconsciously read out the word "厌" in the appraisal book.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and glared at Rong Zheng, "You...you have an illegitimate child outside?"

Is he going to be a grandpa?

After a moment, he murmured to himself, "Not, not. My son shouldn't be so scumbag."

Rong Zheng: "You can finish reading the report first."

Rong Weishan flipped through the appraisal document in surprise and doubt.

‌Professional professional data made him feel troubled.

The key is that he can't understand these professional medical data.

Well, he is also a master of TV dramas, and the conclusion of this kind of test report is just below the page.

Rong Weishan turned directly to the page behind, and then went to the page behind.

"After our company's identification, there is no biological parent-child relationship between the examined father and the child."

who?

Who are the father and the child under examination?

Who doesn’t have a biological parent-child relationship with whom?

Rong Weishan turned to the appraisal document again.

Compare the conclusions on the page after ‌, as well as the names of the examined father and child.

Rong Weishan suddenly remembered his sentence after surfing the Internet during this period - "I was stupid at that time."

Rong Weishan is in this state.

Wongrong isn't his son?

He held the appraisal document with trembling hands and looked up at his eldest son, "Xiao Zheng, what's going on?"

Rong Zheng was silent.

He sat on the sofa in the study room, and he took out the pack of cigarettes from the coffee table drawer.

Clip in your hand and ignite it.

Rong Weishan sat next to him, "Do you have any cigarettes? Let me get a root."

Rong Zheng looked at him.

Rong Weishan urged him, "Hurry up and give me the root. I said I can't smoke, I just smell it."

Rong Zheng silently handed the cigarette over.

Rong Weishan took the hand and sniffed it hard, which was considered a addiction.

"Tell me."

Rong Zheng slowly vomited a mouthful of cigarette, "On the day Rongrong was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, I heard two nurses talking outside the door of the emergency room, saying that the hospital was short of type O blood at that time."

Through the smoke, Rong Zheng met his father Rong Weishan's eyes, "My mother and I both have a A-type blood. You are a type A. A-type and a A-type couple cannot give birth to O-type children."

Rong Weishan rubbed the cigarette in his hand, and his heart was already in chaos. He even persuaded himself and persuaded his eldest son, "But when your mother gave birth to a rosy child back then, I stood outside the delivery room. I watched the nurse carry it out. Independent delivery room, there were no other mothers in it. It is absolutely impossible for the child to be wrong."

How is Rongrong possible? Not his son?

Rong Zheng sniffed again, "You just said that Rongrong often cried during the nights when she was born."

Rong Weishan laughed subconsciously, "Well, yes. Don't you think that his child is so annoying. Oh my god, I need someone to hold him in my hands, and at night. I must hold him, and cry if I don't hold him. Sometimes it doesn't work, but I still cry. I have to hold him around the room. I feel sleepy as I wander around, and he still opens his eyes wide. In short, it's not easy to sleep.

I was so swearing, and I cried. The thief, the thief. I must have my urinary bags refreshed and my stomach was full, so that I could lie down on the bed and sleep by myself. In the first few days, your mother was disturbed by him. She didn’t have enough milk, so she didn’t have enough rest. It was finally over the next few days. I slept at night. I didn’t cry if I had a full urinary bag. If you change his urinary bag, he could not open his eyes and sleep where he would. It was so fragrant."

"The child suddenly stopped crying?"

"Yes. Then I didn't......"

Rong Weishan suddenly stopped talking.

The cigarette in his hand fell on the carpet in his study, and he widened in disbelief, "You, you think that the child is very likely to have been brought wrong at that time?"

Rong Zheng shook the ash in his hand and said that he looked, "This possibility is great."

After all, only newborns look similar.

As the child grows up, his facial features gradually become clearer, and the parents who were held in the wrong way were not discovered. The possibility is too low.

Rong Weishan took away the smoke from Rong Zheng's hand.

Put it in his mouth and sucked hard.

Rong Zheng did not stop him.

At this time, anyone needs an emotional outlet.

Rong Weishan finished smoking the cigarette, and the cigarette was cut out in the ashtray, "This is the first thing you do, don't let your mother still fluffy say. Let's find out the matter first."

It is definitely necessary to check it.

Rong Zheng asked: "Which aspect do you plan to start looking up?"

Rong Weishan's expression was serious, "Since the child is likely to have been in the hospital, he naturally has to start checking the matter from the hospital. Although the matter has been in the past nineteen years and it may be a bit difficult to check, it may not be possible. I'm afraid that the child will not have the result so soon. Dad has an acquaintance, so I left this matter to my father to check."

Rong Zheng nodded, "Yes" and said.

"What if you find...brother, what should I do?"

Rong Zheng spoke arduously.

Rongrong is also his younger brother.

What should I do if Wingwool is there?

Rong Weishan is confused.

yes.

If his youngest son is found, what will he do?

They want to find their own son. After they have the wrong child, don’t they want to get their own son back?

What should I do then?

Rong Weishan's cigarette was rubbed into pieces without smoking, and the tobacco was all out, and his voice was hoarse, "Let's check it first. Wait, wait until you find it, find your brother, find his current family members. Then we two families will sit up, and discuss it, let's talk about the others."

If his youngest son is still alive.

"Knock--"

The study door was knocked.

In the room, the father and son looked at each other.

"Brother, it's so late, you..."

Rongrong pushes the study room door.

Seeing Rong Weishan, he was a little surprised, "Dad?"

I smelled the smell of smoke in the room, and my eyes locked on the sofa. My father, "Did you smoke?"

"I'm not, I don't. It's your brother who's drawn it."

Rong Weishan pointed at Rong Zheng, and he sold his eldest son without hesitation.

It’s better to sell it without being clean, and it’s clean.

Rong Zheng: "Dad also smokes."

What is the kindness of a father and a son? It doesn’t exist.

Rong Weishan hurriedly defended himself, "I only sucked! It's your brother who sucked the rest of the mouth!"

Rong Rong didn't talk nonsense with the father and son in the house.

He spread his palms, "Where is the cigarette?"

At first, the father and son sat on the sofa, and neither moved.

It's really the kind of motionless that is, it's always.

Rong Rong nodded, turned around and left, "Don't you say it, right? OK. I will tell my mother tomorrow, saying that you and my brother will hide in the study room to smoke at night..."

"etc--"

Rong Weishan is afraid of his wife.

Hurry up and Rongrong stopped him.

He put the cigarette and lighter on the palm of his palm, and the action was called flowing water, and the flowing water was completed.

He didn't forget to pick it up by himself, "It's really not that I smoke first, but that your brother lights the fire first and smokes the cigarette. He also kept the cigarette and the lighter privately. I, at best, am an accomplice. I will go to bed now."
To be continued...