Get off work on time at six o'clock in the evening.
Su Qianqian took Su Xiaoman to a place.
Someone was waiting for them there. He was a very tall man, about 1.9 meters tall. When he saw Su Qianqian and Su Xiaoman, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Uncle Yang!"
Su Xiaoman ran towards the man in surprise.
The man reached out and hugged him skillfully, not caring at all about the wrinkles on his exquisite windbreaker.
He nodded to Su Xiaoman, then turned his gaze to Su Qianqian, "Are you ready? Let's go!"
He received a message from Su Qianqian a few days ago and came to pick up Su Qianqian and Su Xiaoman back to the capital today.
"Yeah." Su Qianqian nodded, "Let's go!"
Things here have been arranged, and she has also said goodbye to Gao Jianghan.
She even sent a letter to Yan Sui.
She went to the imperial capital and kept her promise to visit Taoyuan when she has time in the future.
She had promised Yan Sui that she would take Xiaoman to Taoyuan, but she didn't say what time.
At the same time, Yan Sui received a letter from Su Qianqian's errand company.
When he saw the contents of the letter, his brows furrowed slightly, and anger appeared in his deep eyes for the first time.
Su Qianqian actually dared to play tricks on him.
When he saw the letter, he finally understood that Su Qianqian had run away with Su Xiaoman.
"Uncle San, Uncle San, the test results are out, Su Xiaoman is your son."
Yan Cheng came in shouting. He was the first to know the news and was so shocked that he couldn't help but want to tell Yan Sui the news.
Yan Sui stood there with an indifferent look on his face. Actually, he wasn't indifferent, but he was just afraid to show his emotions.
His fingertips were trembling slightly.
Yan Cheng placed the result in front of Yan Sui, pointed at it excitedly and said, "It's absolutely true. The similarity is as high as 99.9%. Xiaoman is your biological son."
I don’t know if his third uncle was excited, but he was very excited.
After he had already started fantasizing, when he returned to the Yan family, he gave all his toys to his nephew Xiaoman to play with.
The cold aura from Yan Sui was so terrifying that it brought Yan Cheng back from his fantasy.
He looked at his Third Uncle and swallowed subconsciously: "Third Uncle, did I say something wrong?"
Yan Sui glanced at him and asked, "Does anyone else know about this?"
"No, no, I came to see you right after I got the results. I haven't told my family yet."
"Well, that's it for now. Let's get ready and return to the capital."
"Hmm? Not waiting for nephew Xiaoman?"
He has been waiting for Su Xiaoman and Su Qianqian these days, why aren't they waiting now? He doesn't understand what his third uncle is thinking?
Yan Sui said, "There's work for me to do at the Academy of Sciences."
With just one sentence, Yan Cheng shut up.
He knew that his third uncle had become a specially appointed researcher at the Academy of Sciences at a young age, and had to go back to report on his work several times a year.
He can't go to that place.
"You go to school and take the college entrance examination next June."
He didn't know if it was Yan Cheng's illusion, but he saw murderous intent in his third uncle's eyes. If he didn't do well in the college entrance examination, would his third uncle kill him?
Yan Cheng didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Yan Sui wanted to know what happened four years ago. Xiaoman was his biological son, so why did he have such a vague memory about that period?
It is necessary to go back and ask the Yan family about this matter.
This is also an important reason why he wants to return to the imperial capital.
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In the imperial capital, outside a quiet villa.
A car stopped and three people got out one after another. The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, and the child was even more adorable. From a distance, these three people looked like a family.
"Xiaoman, Miss Qianqian, Mr. Zeming."
When the housekeeper in the villa saw the three people speaking in disbelief, he put down his flower-cutting tools and ran quickly into the house.
"Master, Madam, Miss Qianqian has returned with Xiaoman, and Mr. Zeming is also here."
Upon hearing this, an old lady with white hair and a youthful face came out of the house with a kind face, "Let me see, where are they?"
Behind the old lady followed an old man with gray hair and a very kind temperament. He had his hands behind his back. Although he didn't say anything, the smile on his face showed that he was very happy at the moment.
"Grandpa, grandma!"
Xiaoman ran over.
Su Qianqian tapped Su Xiaoman on the head and said in a serious tone, "How many times have I told you to call me grandpa and grandma?"
"No, I want to call them grandpa and grandma! Calling them grandpa and grandma is too old."
These two old men are in their eighties, but they are in very good health and look like they are around seventy years old.
"Okay, Qianqian, we'll be happy to hear Xiaoman call us that, so just call us that." The old lady said lovingly.
After saying that, he went to greet Yang Zeming: "Zeming, come and have a meal together."
Yang Zeming smiled and said, "Okay, Master's Wife."
Su Wei was his doctoral supervisor. When he was doing research with Su Wei, he often came to Su's house.
The old lady was his teacher's wife, named Peng Xiuxiu. When the college entrance examination was resumed, Peng Xiuxiu was one of the first batch of college students. She and Su Wei were students in the same school, but Su Wei studied chemistry while Peng Xiuxiu studied medicine.
At the dinner, Peng Xiuxiu warmly entertained Yang Zeming.
Su Wei would ask Yang Zeming a few questions from time to time, but most of the time, he played with Su Xiaoman.
"Really? Your uncle is a policeman?"
Su Wei already knew all these things, but he still couldn't help teasing Su Xiaoman.
"Yeah, he's so handsome. He was also so handsome when he fought alongside Mommy."
In this lesson, Su Xiaoman transformed herself into her uncle's praise.
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