Mr. Huo, there is a baby in the police station who says he is your son.

"Xiaobao, you know mommy will never lie to you. You are a man and you must accept this reality.

By the way, did you and Pei'er go for a blood relationship test two days ago? The results came out. You have the same blood type and the same DNA sequence. You are biologically biologically related.

Moreover, both of your blood types are inherited from your father’s blood type, which is Rh-negative blood type. "

In order to completely straighten his son's mind, Mu Yi'an was ruthless this time and left no room at all.

She took out the appraisal result book and handed it to Xiaobao, "This is the appraisal result description. You can read it first."

Xiaobao cried even harder when he saw the handwriting on the appraisal result book.

“Wow wow wow… Mommy hates it.

Why are you telling me this? I am still a five-year-old baby and cannot bear this blow.

Woohoo... Qiaoqiao's godmother hates it.

Why did she lose Pei'er?

If she hadn't lost Pei'er, I would have known she was my sister and wouldn't have been emotionally attached to her.

"Uh-huh..." Xiaobao lay on the pillow, his head buried in the pillow, crying heartbreakingly.

Seeing how sad he was crying, Mu Yi'an didn't try to persuade him. She sat quietly on the sofa and let him vent his emotions.

I don’t know how long it took, but maybe Xiaobao was tired from crying, and there was no sound of choking as he lay on the pillow.

Mu Yi'an stepped forward and gently helped him turn over. Sure enough, he was tired from crying and fell asleep.

She gently wiped the tears from his face, smoothed the broken hair from his forehead, laid him down, covered him with a quilt, and let him sleep well.

Mu Yi'an firmly believed that his son would return to normal after waking up and would not get into trouble again.

When Huo Liancheng came to find him, Xiaobao was already asleep.

He said hello to Mu Yi'an, didn't take off his clothes, and fell directly on the sofa to sleep.

He was also weak because he had donated too much blood to Pei'er, and he was already exhausted from dealing with Su Xiaopang and Jiang Xiaoyu.

Seeing that Mu Yi'an and the children were there, I felt a sense of security inexplicably, and then I fell asleep.

Mu Yi'an looked at her family of four, three of whom had collapsed, and she was the only healthy person left. She felt mixed emotions in her heart, which was very unpleasant.

She took a blanket and covered Huo Liancheng's body. She looked at the sleeping faces of father and son lovingly, with a touch of distress in her eyes. She sat there until midnight, and finally lay down next to her son and fell asleep.

In the Shambhala Bar in the south of the city, Han Qiao was sitting on the bar, drinking one glass after another. Tang Xing, who was drinking with her, sat next to her.

After Han Qiao ran out of the hospital crying, he hailed a taxi and went to the streets in the south of the city, walking aimlessly.

Whenever she thinks of what Feng Minghao said, she feels inexplicably sad and feels sad alone.

I came to this bar while walking. When people are in a bad mood, they especially want to have a drink.

She thought about it and found that besides Mu Yi'an, she only knew Tang Xing in Haishi. She decisively called Tang Xing and asked her to come to the bar to drink with her and complain about her unhappiness.

Tang Xing received the call and was afraid that something would happen to her, so she came as promised without saying a word.

After the two met, they found a comfortable seat at the bar and ordered two cocktails from the bartender to drink.

Han Qiao came here to get drunk. After drinking one glass, he asked for another and started drinking alone. In the blink of an eye, he had finished the third glass of wine.

Tang Xing noticed that Han Qiao was not in a good mood and was really worried that she would get drunk and get into trouble, so she hurriedly tried to persuade her.

"Qiaoqiao, please stop drinking. If An An sees you not caring about your body like this, she will definitely feel distressed."

"An'an? I'm sorry for her. It's all my fault. If I hadn't lost her daughter five years ago, she wouldn't have experienced the pain of mother-daughter separation."

Han Qiao felt aggrieved. Hearing Tang Xing mention Mu Yi'an and remembering what Feng Minghao said, he couldn't help but get wet in his eyes.

"Qiaoqiao, I don't blame you for this matter. Don't take it personally, let alone hold it in your heart.

In such a violent situation at that time, you were really brave to risk your own safety and hold your child to seek medical treatment.

If it were me, I wouldn't have such courage as you.

I admire you very much! "After saying this, she stretched out her arms to hug Han Qiao and gently stroked her back.

Tang Xing already knew that Pei'er was Mu Yi'an's daughter and told her when Han Qiao called her and asked her to come to the bar.

When she heard this, she was so shocked that she couldn't calm down for a long time. This was probably due to God's will. By chance, Pei'er was picked up by Feng Minghao, who raised her until she was five years old, and finally let Mu Yi'an Meet her.

"Xingxing, thank you for understanding me. I'm very happy. You are my good friend. Come and have a drink with me." Han Qiao was slightly drunk, and the figure in front of him began to shake a little.

"Qiaoqiao, we really can't drink anymore. Let's go, I'll take you home."

It was the first time for Tang Xing to come to this bar. She was not very familiar with the surrounding environment and did not see any familiar faces. She was afraid that something would happen if time went by, so she pulled Han Qiao out without explanation.

"Xingxing, what are you afraid of? With sister here, no one dares to bully you. Don't worry, sister will protect you." Han Qiao was tongue-tied and still talking nonsense.

"Let's go, sister will take you to dance. I'll let you have a lot of fun tonight." Han Qiao broke free from Tang Xing's restraints and walked towards the center of the dance floor.

"Qiaoqiao, you're back, do you hear me?" Tang Xing stamped his feet anxiously and had no choice but to catch up.

In a private room on the second floor, seven or eight delinquent boys wearing fancy clothes and exaggerated earrings gathered around Shen Yan and toasted and flattered him.

These delinquents looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, not too old.

"Boss, drink!"

"Boss, you smoke!"

"Boss, what song do you want to sing? Tell me, I'll sing some."

"Boss, what kind of girls do you like? I'll go down and find some for you."

"Boss..."

Several people greeted Shen Yan and praised him to the sky.

While drinking, Shen Yan waved his hand and motioned to the younger brother who just said he would help him find girls to go out and hunt for girls.

Seeing what the elder brother said, the younger brother opened the door of the private room and walked towards the first floor.

In the night club, there are one, two, three or four older brothers, and Shen Yan can only be the younger brother.

Only in this bar, in front of these juniors, can he feel like being the boss, with a full sense of presence, and it feels so good.

Shambhala bar is different from nightclub.

Yese Club is a high-end club, and the people who come in and out are all people with status and status, with prominent family backgrounds and strong financial resources.

Shambhala Bar is a mid-range club. The friends who come here to play are usually white-collar executives or second-generation ancestors like Shen Yan.

People with family backgrounds and financial resources like Feng Minghao, Huo Liancheng and Gu Beichen would not go to such a place.

Shen Yan's family background can be regarded as a big shot in the eyes of these people. Naturally, he can find a sense of belonging and accomplishment here.