After an unexpected pregnancy: Mr. Bo is so sweet

"Thank you auntie."

An Qian is a little out of shape now, her head is buzzing, and she will take it and drink it when she is handed water.

From her point of view, the people in front of her at this moment are all in other people's homes. She just followed Grandma Bo to see the excitement, and it has nothing to do with her.

Now they suddenly pointed at her and said that she was Xie Xing's daughter.

It's like a passer-by watching a play. After seeing it well, he is suddenly pulled out from the crowd. He regains his senses and joins the play.

Eat melon and eat yourself.

The verifiable result came out, and it was done in person, so it couldn't be faked, and her mind suddenly fell into chaos.

If she is Xie Xing's daughter.

What about her father?

Where is her grandma?

She couldn't imagine how her father and Xie Xing knew each other, they were not of the same class at all.

Sheng Zhi's result in An Qian came out, and after confirming it, he turned around and left the room.

The girl who came to confess relatives was guarded by three male servants. She was about to be sent to the police station, and she was standing in the corner with her head down at the moment.

Sheng Zhi frowned and walked over.

"Let me ask you, who gave you the hair you used for identification? My second uncle has already identified your hair, and you are not at all."

The girl didn't seem to have seen any big scenes before, and she couldn't hold back at this moment, her head was lowered, and she remained silent.

"say!"

Sheng Zhi was also a little angry. An Qian had obviously given her her hair, but it turned out not to be. She didn't understand what the problem was.

Or the identified hospital.

Or the girl in front of you.

The girl moved her body, turned her back to her, and whispered: "My aunt gave me the hair, she let me come."

Sheng Zhi thought of the female doctor who took over the hair in the hospital that day, "Your aunt has short hair, and there is a mole on her chin, right?"

The girl nodded.

Sheng Zhi sneered, "Okay, really."

"What do you think? Do you really think you can hide it? My grandma is getting older, but my uncle and the others don't believe it."

You don't think they will do an appraisal, do you?

"My aunt asked me to come. I...actually, I can come or not."

Sheng Zhi laughed angrily, "It's hard to force you, it's really hard work."

The girl stopped talking, and her body trembled slightly, as if she was afraid.

Uncle Xie's uncle and second uncle also came to ask questions, but after asking a few words, they frowned and waved their hands, as if they didn't want to look more, "Send her to the police station."

The girl was escorted into the car, and as soon as she got in the car, she raised her head, the expression on her face was clearly very calm, without any fear, as if she was just pretending.

Of course, Sheng Zhi could no longer see it.

She went back to the old lady's room, surrounded An Qian, and listened to the adults.

The fourth aunt of the Xie family: "My dear baby, I heard that you were raised by grandma? Does she treat you well?"

An Qian nodded seriously, "Excellent."

"Where's your adoptive father? How does he treat you? Is he okay?"

An Qian paused, "A foster father?"

The fourth aunt's eyes were soft, and she touched her head, "Yes, adoptive father, we don't know why you ended up in your adoptive father's house, we will find out."

An Qian nodded slowly, oh.

But slowly lowered his head.

Therefore, she is not the granddaughter of grandma.

Her father is dispensable to her, but her grandma is an indispensable part of her life.

She doesn't care whether she is related to grandma or not, no matter what, she is her dearest grandma.

Would that grandma care if she wasn't her own granddaughter?

An Qian blinked, feeling a little uncertain.

"Grandma wants to ask your adoptive father something, ask him to come here now, okay?"

An Qian was stunned.

Calling her father over is tantamount to putting an end to many things and identities in the past, and overturning her 25-year identity cognition.

Although many things are not worth nostalgia, but there are also good things.

It happened so fast that she wasn't prepared for it.

Compared with the joy of meeting her family, she was more confused and at a loss.

The hand beside him unconsciously grasped the corner of Bao Xiangcheng's clothes, so hard that the back of his hand turned white.

Then, his hands were held by a pair of warm hands, Bo Xiangcheng looked up at Mrs. Xie, and said in a low and serious voice, "Grandma Xie, this is not urgent, give her some time to digest."

Everyone was stunned.

Dazzled by joy, I forgot about this.

Mrs. Xie said repeatedly: "It's grandma's fault, it's grandma who is too impatient and put pressure on Good Boy."

An Qian hurriedly shook her head.

Bo Xiangcheng held his wife's hand tightly: "I'll take her back to calm down first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"This..." Mrs. Xie was reluctant.

The fourth aunt of the Xie family wiped her tears: "Listen to Xiang Cheng, don't be stressed, my dear."

Uncle Xie's family is a man who is a little silent and not good at speaking. He looked deeply and calmly, and said: "This will always be your home."

The second uncle of Xie's family had red eyes, apparently shed tears secretly somewhere, he patted Bo Xiangcheng on the shoulder, "Xiang Cheng, you must take good care of her, thank you."

Bo Xiangzheng nodded, "Uncle, don't worry."

He didn't change his title.

Because, An Qian didn't call either.

Whenever she calls, he will change it.