MTL - CEO Above, Me Below-Chapter 129 Is it a father-son relationship?

"Okay, I have been laughing at you all the time, don't run, I want to hit you."

"Thousands of early, early thousand, come see this dog hole, do you have an impression?"

"No."

"I lied to you as a ride project, letting you drill this dog hole and drill it several times."

"When you read a little thought, you are really enough. You are going to say that when I was stunned, I lied to me."

"One, two, three, eight, nine, ten, yeah, the number is not coming."

"You are really looking for a fight, still running, you stop."

The two played in the amusement park in the dark, like two teenagers who returned to the original, forgetting all the troubles when they play.

On the other side, the hospital.

Miyako stood in the corridor of the hospital, his hands in his trouser pockets, and his eyes looked out of the window.

The bodyguard stood by the child and lost his mother's bob. He cried and cried, and the voice was hoarse.

Gong Ou looked at the child, and his eyes were impatient.

Miyao went to the bob, and a pair of black scorpions stared hard at the child, trying to see a little sign of their own from the child's face.

Bob was scared by him, whispering in a low voice, not afraid to cry loudly.

Miyau glared at him, and for a long time, grabbed a bodyguard and asked coldly, "He and I are not like"

"Uh"

The paternity test has not been taken out, and the bodyguard can dare to answer.

"Get out."

Miyao irritatedly pushed the bodyguards down, squatting at the child, and getting more and more irritated, he could not find a reason to see the child pleasing to the eye.

"Take it down."

Gong Ou cold voice command.

"Yes, Mr. Gong."

The bodyguard walked down with the child, not being shackled by Gong Ou, and the child burst into tears.

Miyao heard resentment and slammed on the cold wall with a fist.

Could it be that he was so embarrassed as Xiao Nian said, why he could not find a pleasing place for his children.

Why is his first child not a child?

"Young Master, do you want me to investigate what happened three years ago?"

Feng De asked to walk to him.

According to the rules, there have been new changes in the cruise ship three years ago, and it is necessary to re-examine it.

"no need."

Miyamoto gave an unexpected answer.

"No need" Feng De stunned, "Young Master, can I ask why?"

This is not the style of the young master.

Gong Ou looked at him coldly and coldly. The body leaned against the wall and was black. For a long time, his thin lips were slightly open. "I believe in small thoughts."

"what"

"She made me unsatisfactory if it was true." Gong Ou said coldly, and this words appeared to have a hint of humbleness and helplessness.

When Xiao Nian’s words make him obedient, it’s not necessarily true.

But it is true that it is not true.

This is no longer necessary to check.

He believes in her.

Feng De has some incredible views on Gong Ou, and the young man’s character can actually believe another person.

This is simply a fantasy, but it really happened.

If it is reported to the palace, no one in the palace should believe it. I only believe that my young master actually said something that believes in others.

Feng De thought and asked, "The young master really believes that the child is your son."

"I can't look down on the child." Gong Ou was crisp and neat, and some irritatedly sat down on the bench in the hallway, fingers crossed against the lower jaw.

""

Feng Demo, the young master does not look too much, this is normal.

Gong Ou suddenly said, "If it is the son of my childhood, I must be pleasing to the eye."

He looks pleasing to the eye.

As long as it is a little bit of life.

""

Feng De stood quietly and sighed softly.

According to this situation, the young master is really a young lady, but the principle of the lady is so heavy, how can the two people run in?

"Right." Gong Ou suddenly remembered something and raised the order to seal the German. "You tell me the marriage partner, she called."

"Miss Mona, young master."

Feng De reminded him.

The marriage of the young master himself did not even remember the name.

"Well, tell her family, if you marry my house, prepare for artificial pregnancy." Gong Ou said.

"What" Feng De shocked, "Miss Mona's family may not agree."

Even if the marriage is only the right situation, it will not be willing to let the daughter marry into the palace to keep alive.

Artificial conceiving, this is simply a shame to the other family.

"Then change the marriage object, and switch to a willingness." Gongou did not think about it.

Needless to say, this is certainly a concession made by Miss Time.

But if this is passed back to the UK, I am afraid it will cause an uproar.

Feng De frowned and reminded him, "Young Master, are you paying too much for Miss Wang?"

"Where are you coming so much?" Gong Ou yelled at him angrily. "I want you to be in charge."

He is willing to pet the time, he is willing to compromise for her, who can manage it

"Young master, you don't have to do this, when the lady is not with you," said the German-speaking center.

He can foresee that the marriage of the marriage object to the United Kingdom, the young master will be more than ten times more trouble than now.

"How come you have more and more words recently?" Gong Ou looked at Feng De unhappyly. "If you don't want to do it, you will roll."

"Yes, I will deal with this as soon as possible."

Feng De nodded.

Miyao fell into a quiet state, with no expression, thin lips, a pair of black eyes staring straight at the ground, staring without a focal length.

Of course, he can ban the time and let her go.

But this is not enough.

Far from enough.

He still has to take something from her, he wants her feelings, he wants her to love him.

For a long time, a doctor opened the door and walked out, respectfully approaching Miyako. "Mr. Gong, the results of the paternity test have been made for you."

It is said that the light of the palace is cold and there is no expectation.

Child.

A child who does not belong to him and his childhood, how can he expect it.

The doctor put the appraisal book in front of Miyao, and Miyagzu still kept the sitting position and did not move, did not speak and did not pick up the appraisal.

The doctor looked at the ideology a little embarrassed.

"Thank you doctor."

Feng De took the appraisal book before, and turned the book over the page, turning to the last page, a face with a strange look.

He looked at Gong Ou, and saw that Miao Ou sat there. There was no expression on one face, but the fingers crossed were tightly tightened. It seemed to be tense.

The young master actually has a nervous time.

"Doctor, let me explain it." Feng De looked at the doctor.

"Oh, okay." The doctor nodded and said professionally. "From the two sets of DNA you sent, we compared the chromosomes. There are only four pairs. From a medical point of view, these two sets of DNA cannot be direct. The relationship between father and son."

Feng De looked at Gong Ou.

Miyao still sat there, staring straight at the ground.

Two seconds later, Gong Ou suddenly stood up and reached for the doctor's neckline. He stared at him in darkness. "You repeat, is it a father-son relationship?"

"Not a father-son relationship."

The doctor is scared, can't it be this answer?

He wants to say that he will not test it again, but he has only done this set of DNAs. The probability of making mistakes is zero. It is definitely the result.

"Not" Gong Ou asked coldly, his eyes glaring at him.

"The instrument results are displayed like this, I just said it."

The doctor was asked nothing, and his legs were soft and trembled.

Before he was soft enough to sit on the ground, Miyako let him go.

His cold face suddenly appeared a mysterious smile.

Feng De did not see the expression of Gong Ou, only looked down at the appraisal report on his hand and said seriously, "Young master, I think there is a problem here. Since it is not a father-son relationship, who is deceiving, is Tang Yi, or Miss also knows, deceiving together."

This is something that is related to the blood of the palace, and it must be rigorous.

"You didn't hear it, it wasn't my son."