Chapter 55: Eating melons and watching handsome guys
[Wow, he's worthy of being the male lead. He's the most handsome guy in the whole story. He looks pretty good! Just looking at this face and this figure, sha... Don't even mention that he looks 50% like Father Song. Even if there's not that much resemblance, Mrs. Song wouldn't be able to resist, right?
The male protagonist is the male protagonist. His brain did not disappoint. He knew that he was being plotted against and fought back.
I just don't know when his unscrupulous adoptive parents will get so angry that he will fight back, knowing that he was bought and taking blood samples to find his biological parents.
I really want to see the buyer killed. Buying and selling are equally sinful, and anyone who buys a child should go to hell.
A group of people came to the lounge, and the door was not locked and opened directly.
The room was not as messy as one might imagine.
There was a glass of intact orange juice on the table, which had obviously not been drunk.
The bathroom door was open and Mrs. Song was holding the toilet and vomiting.
A young man wearing jeans and a T-shirt, who looked like a college student, was standing outside the door, holding a glass of water in his hand, apparently waiting to rinse Mrs. Song's mouth.
Even though he was dressed so simply, Song Zexi stood there, clean, still tall and handsome.
Ye Mengyu's evaluation was very objective, purely from the perspective of an observer.
I don't hate Song Zexi just because he is a vested interest in the book.
In the book, the hero and heroine hadn't even begun their romance when the original incarnation died. The man, obsessed with ascending to power, frantically plundered resources and accumulated wealth. The woman, engaged in internal strife, eliminated any obstacles to her succession. The original incarnation, who had been at odds with her since childhood, was the first batch of cannon fodder...
There is no direct hatred, but it doesn't prevent you from appreciating handsome guys.
"Caiwei, what's wrong?"
Song Bojian asked Mrs. Song first.
Mrs. Song looked up, her makeup smudged, and she weakly replied, "I don't know who put lilies in the room, I'm allergic..."
She vomits as soon as she smells lilies, and Song Bojian certainly knows this.
When I turned around, I saw that there was indeed a lily in the bouquet in the vase on the windowsill.
"Who is he? Why is he here?"
Song Bojian turned the conversation to Song Zexi.
Mrs. Song shook her head. "I don't know him. He just passed by the door, and I asked him to get some water to rinse my mouth..."
Song Zexi took the initiative to answer, "I'm a student at the University of Finance and Economics, and I'm here to work part-time."
The exhibition hall was full of surveillance cameras, but when Song Zixian had someone knock him unconscious and bring him in, they must have turned off the surveillance near the rest area to leave no evidence. He followed those people out, and it took less than a minute, so he believed the surveillance would not be restored that quickly.
The reason for the part-time job was planned long before he discovered that Song Zixian was plotting against him.
There is an art exhibition here, and there is an opening reception today. Dozens of waiters have been hired temporarily, and he has already interviewed them.
There will be no loopholes found.
As for the voice that just sounded in his ears, he didn't know who was speaking or why he heard it.
He didn't care about the male protagonist or the real or fake young master.
Let’s get through this hurdle first.
"Hey, Senior Brother Song, this is your relative's child, right? He looks exactly like you."
Ye Qingyi took the initiative to talk and wanted to do a favor.
There was no reason for Song Bojian not to answer. "Child, what's your name? Where are you from?"
Song Zexi remembered the voice that had just rang in his ears and subconsciously replied, "Student Liu, from H County, J Province."
Song Bojian was visibly excited. "Yes, yes. Jingxian and I were collecting folk songs in H County when she gave birth to a premature baby. The nurse only said that the baby was premature and died at birth, but she didn't let me see the baby's body. Jingxian had a severe hemorrhage and couldn't be saved. I was busy with the funeral and my mind was confused, so I didn't think it through.
By the time I realized what was happening and went back to look for it, there was nothing there. I've been searching for it all these years, but there's been no news.
Son, are you willing to go to the hospital with me to draw blood and do a paternity test?"
[You're asking everyone you meet to take your blood? Is that so casual?]
No one paid any attention to Ye Mengyu's mumbling. Mrs. Song had already vomited a wave, stood up, washed her hands and face, and followed suit, "Child, don't be afraid, just think of it as helping us. Mr. Song lost his wife and son in one day, which was a huge blow. After all these years, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will not give up. Please, help us, okay?"
She was originally a member of the missing child search team hired by Song Bojian, distributing flyers on the street.
Later, by constantly reporting to the employer on the progress of her search for her son, she had more and more contact with him, slowly developed feelings for him, and became Mrs. Song.
Over the years, she has been happy to be an understanding wife in this matter.
She had worked in this field and knew very well that it would be almost impossible to find a premature baby lost in such circumstances.
Premature babies are weak, and the hospital is still "processing" them. It is likely that their blood type is special and someone bought their blood for donation. The possibility of their survival is almost zero.
So, why not be more generous.
[Awesome, awesome. There's no one simple in this family! The adopted son is the worst. He's the most obvious villain, not even good enough to be a villain. He's definitely cannon fodder.]
Song Zexi narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly realized what this meant.
But he didn't speak immediately.
Mrs. Jiang also advised, "Yes, child, it's okay to draw blood. Consider it a favor. You and Mr. Song look so much alike. It's fate."
Even Song Zixian had recovered from the blow of his failed plan and immediately followed suit, acting like a filial son. "Student Liu, that's enough. Why are you being so pretentious? I'm not going to kill you. What's wrong with drawing blood? Do you really have to be my big brother and still treat you unfairly?"
Everyone could tell from the tone of their voice that they knew each other.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Song Zixuan coughed and said, "We are from the same school and the same college, and we are competing for the same research group."
I said I competed.
It completely grasped the contents of Ye Mengyu's heart!
You can't help but believe it.
Song Zexi saw that the time was right, so he spoke without giving his consent for blood collection. "I think you have misunderstood. I don't think I have any blood relationship with Mr. Song. I am Rh-negative."
ah……
That needs to be verified.
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