Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

A group of people went to the conference room mightily.

Sheng Nuan first found a comfortable seat and sat down: "What are you doing in a daze? Come, come, sit down."

Except for Sheng Nuan, the rest of the people were not in a very beautiful mood.

"Dean, can we start?"

The dean nodded, and the next moment, someone came in and took an appraisal report.

"Mr. Sheng, this is the DNA comparison between Ms. Wen's child and yours."

Sheng Jiajun's hands trembled a little.

I dare not open it at once.

Either red or green, everything is on one page.

"Dad, open it." Sheng Nuan blinked her big eyes, "You're not afraid, are you? It's okay, you have to trust your wife."

puff.

Wen Ranran was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and it sounded so weird when these words came out of her mouth.

"You really think so?"

Sheng Nuan retorted: "Do you want your mother to cuckold your father?"

"you……"

Wen Ranran was choked, and couldn't think of any rebuttal words.

She snorted coldly: "I believe in my mother's innocence."

"That's good."

Sheng Nuan slowly opened the page, full of ritual.

brush.

Open up little by little.

Everyone held their breath.

Snapped.

She closed it immediately, looking like she couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Sheng Jiajun's heart was lifted: "What's wrong?"

never will be...

Is it really green again?
His anger was instantly ignited, if it wasn't for the fact that someone was still there, he would really have turned the table over.

hateful.

This dead woman puts a cuckold on him all day long, is this the rhythm of death?
He had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his chest, and he almost died of anger.

"you……"

Snapped.

A slap passed, Wen Ranran's ears were ringing from the slap.

"Bitch, it's a shame that I still believe your words. Is this how you treat me?" Sheng Jiajun was furious.

"dad?"

Wen Ranran called Qu: "No, I really..."

"Dad, don't be impulsive, this time Aunt Wen will give birth to your baby." Sheng Nuan said slowly.

"what?"

Sheng Nuan smiled and showed him the appraisal report.

Sheng Jiajun stared at the black and white words on it, and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's mine."

I always feel that the greenness on my head is not so heavy, as if it has changed from a green grassland to a small grass.

Okay so a little bit.

Wen Ranran turned her head and stared angrily.

"Why did you do that?"

"What did I do?" Sheng Nuan looked innocent.

"Are you okay to say that?"

"Oh, you mean me just now, didn't I create a little suspense, it's more interesting."

whee.

By the way, I can watch you get slapped in the face, isn't that great.

"Okay, now that the result is confirmed this time, everyone should stop talking about it, and I will take Meifang back."

Sheng Jiajun looked at Wen Ranran, and suddenly felt that his father was full of love. After not seeing him for a while, Ran Ran became haggard a lot.

She has always been the apple of her eye.

"The misunderstanding is resolved, so we are still a family. After all, Meifang just had a miscarriage. I don't want her to be too shocked."

"Dad." Wen Ranran was very moved, "If Mom finds out, she will be very excited. I really want to tell Mom the good news right away."

As he spoke, he threw himself into his arms and cried aggrievedly.

"Dad, I miss you very much. Don't abandon us in the future, okay?"

"No, Dad promises you, absolutely not."

The dean coughed and said, "So... can I talk?"

"what?"

"Mr. Sheng, there is something wrong with the paternity test report in your hand."

Sheng Jiajun's mood was like riding a roller coaster, exciting.

One second, he was immersed in the relaxed atmosphere of a family reunion, and the next second, he was slapped in the face, still with a crackling sound.

"What... does this mean?" I felt that the strength to speak was much weaker.

As a middle-aged man who was hit one after another, for the first time in his life, the Sheng family soldier felt a sense of frustration that he was unable to control.

"Dean, why is there a problem with this? You must have made a mistake!" Wen Ranran insisted.

She can be sure that there will be absolutely nothing wrong with that report.

Because the materials that are made are all real.

She surreptitiously sent a message: "Can you secure your result?"

"Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem!"

"That's good."

Wen Ranran's heart was put back in his stomach again.

"Principal." Her expression was indifferent, with a touch of indifference, "I think I know very well what my mother is like. It is absolutely impossible for her to do something that is sorry for my father."

"Yes, I don't doubt that." The dean said, "because there is no direct evidence that Ms. Wen has done anything to betray Mr. Sheng."

Wen Ranran nodded: "Then..."

"Because Ms. Wen was not pregnant at all, nor did she have a miscarriage, how could it be considered a betrayal of Mr. Sheng?" the dean said gently.

But this was like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Sheng Jiajun's heart.

He felt like he was going to have a stroke.

This excitement is like the waves, wave after wave, when will it end.

"Dean..."

He took a deep breath to keep himself from collapsing.

Sheng Jiajun tried his best to maintain the face of a successful person, and said calmly: "May I ask what is going on?"

"Dad, it's very simple. Aunt Wen didn't get pregnant, nor did she have a miscarriage. It's because their mother and daughter teamed up to trick you again." Sheng Nuan sighed, "Dad, people say that once bitten by a snake , You, you have been bitten and made persistent efforts."

"..."

Sheng Jiajun was almost out of breath.

Not pregnant?
No miscarriage either?
"But I clearly saw..." No, I have to argue for myself.

Although her heart had already begun to waver, she began to doubt everything Wen Meifang had done.

He glanced at Wen Ranran from the corner of his eye.

Wen Ranran was startled by that cold look.

"No dad, it's impossible!"

She obviously made such a careful plan, how could something go wrong?
"Mom is pregnant!"

Sheng Nuan rolled her eyes, and ruthlessly said, "You're not your mother, how do you know so clearly?"

"How could I not know that my mother vomits frequently these days, and she is not feeling well. I even took her to the hospital."

"Hospital? May I ask which hospital was the diagnosis? Can you tell me?" the dean said lightly, "Can you provide some evidence? I can contact the doctor there on the spot and ask what's going on."

"This……"

Feeling guilty, Wen Ranran retreated step by step.

The whole person was almost stuck to the back of the chair, a chill came from the soles of her feet, she held her hands tightly, her long nails were almost embedded in her flesh.

Blood drips.

She didn't feel any pain, but a little more fear.

Because that dead girl Sheng Nuan smiled at her: "Can't tell, can you? Why don't I explain it to you?"