The son is also bringing the creditor to the door today

"Ruan Zhixin, ancestry analysis: 67% Southern Han, 12.5% ​​Northern Han, 7.2% European... t specific gene locus is ga, moderate altruism, excellent decision-making ability under pressure...,"

"Get to the point." Chi Mo interrupted Xiaobei.

"Hmm..." Xiaobei browsed through his phone, and raised his head solemnly: "Ruan Zhixin has the best gene, but if you combine, the child you give birth may have the risk of genetic glucose-6-phosphate dehydrogenase deficiency .”

"Next is Zhen Jidao. Although he has a 1.3% chance of developing cancer in the future, he does not have any recessive genetic diseases." Xiaobei looked at the phone seriously, and scratched his head with one hand: "That's not right. .”

"What's wrong." Chi Mo's mood was unstable.

"The test report shows that Zhen Jidao's ancestry analysis is 71.9% of the northern Han nationality and 13.1% of the ethnic minorities, but as far as I know, Zhen Jidao's parents and grandparents are all native southerners. How could he be born with such a high probability? , the child of the ancestors of the Han nationality in the north?" Xiaobei tilted his head in doubt.

Chi Mo silently took Xiaobei's cell phone and carefully checked the genetic test results.

The other three had problems collecting samples, which Chi Mo could understand.But Zhenjidao's oral mucosal cells are the most quality-guaranteed samples. After all, he collected them by pinching his chin, and Chi Mo would not suspect that there were other interfering factors.

There is only one conclusion, Zhen Jidao is not the biological child of his parents, maybe Zhen Jidao was adopted.

Chi Mo glanced at the genetic test results of Ling Ge and Han Yishi. Ling Ge has a recessive gene for albinism, while Han Yishi has detected the risk of asthma, as well as celiac disease (cannot eat pasta) and lactose intolerance.

Chi Mo shifted his gaze to the names of Ruan Zhixin and Zhen Jidao, with some hesitation.

***

When Ruan Zhixin arrived at the office, he saw the resignation letter on the table at a glance.

Chi Mo and Secretary Chen stood on the side, Secretary Chen's face was ugly and tense, while Chi Mo still had that tepid, reserved and gentle appearance.

"What's wrong?" Ruan Zhixin picked up the resignation letter and looked at Chi Mo in surprise.

"It's Vice Minister Meng who made things difficult for you again?" Ruan Zhixin unbuttoned his suit jacket, took it off and handed it to Secretary Chen.

"No." Chi Mo stared at Ruan Zhixin and turned on his laptop. The screen saver was a picture of a girl in a flower field, fresh and beautiful, with a little blur.

"Then why did you submit your resignation?" Ruan Zhixin was a little puzzled.

"Because I found out..." Chi Mo's expression became serious: "I seem to like you."

Ruan Zhixin paused slightly, then smiled: "Since you like me, you should work harder. It's best to squeeze Secretary Chen down and be my right-hand man."

There is no objection but some encouragement, like a delicious jujube.

"But, I discovered something." Chi Mo took a deep breath, with sadness in his eyes: "Do you still remember Meng Shuangshuang?"

Ruan Zhixin didn't speak, but gently stroked the girl on the background of the computer desktop with his hand, the tenderness in his eyes was like water, with complicated emotions.Chi Mo looked at Ruan Zhixin's sad and regretful expression, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Meng Shuangshuang is Meng Ya's former name, which is also Ruan Zhixin's longing for Bai Yueguang.

"Your lover is not dead, he is still alive and well." Chi Mo took off the ID card from his chest and put it on Ruan Zhixin's desk: "To tell you the truth, I joined the company because of you, but now, I My goal is gone, and I don't want to stay here any longer, please sign."

"Mo Chi." Ruan Zhixin raised his head and looked at Chi Mo seriously: "I don't think people are bad, you are a talent, as long as you carve carefully, you will definitely become a great tool."

Chi Mo didn't make a sound, becoming a master or something was just the goal he pursued in the past 30 years, but what he pursued now has changed.

"Society only opens doors to those with power and wealth. Only if you are successful, you are worthy of love." Ruan Zhixin spoke sharply, and Secretary Chen, who was listening, nodded.

"Now you have just graduated and have too little social experience. Don't ruin your future for unrealistic love fantasies." Chi Mo didn't listen to every word of Ruan Zhixin.

"You mean that a person with no power or money is not worthy of your love, right?" Chi Mo asked modestly and politely, maintaining his demeanor.

"No." Ruan Zhixin looked at Chi Mo indifferently: "For example, your current behavior, not to mention love, even my basic respect for you is not worthy."

Secretary Chen thought that Chi Mo would be angry and leave angrily, but this little intern always brought him surprises.

"Since you don't want to give it, I won't force others." Chi Mo nodded to Ruan Zhixin: "Thank you for your suggestion."

"If you figure it out, then take this thing back." Ruan Zhixin nodded to the resignation letter on the table: "If there is a next time, I won't give you another chance."

Chi Mo smiled slightly, picked up the resignation letter, and put it on the table again: "Please sign."

Secretary Chen looked at Chi Mo like a monster. Who gave this little intern the courage?Provoking the president again and again?

Ruan Zhixin frowned slightly, picked up the pen without a word, and quickly signed Chi Mo's resignation.

Chi Mo took the resignation letter with both hands, as if receiving an imperial edict, without even looking at it, he left the president's office with the resignation letter.

Secretary Chen looked at Chi Mo who had left, then at Ruan Zhixin who had an unusually gloomy expression, and sighed helplessly.

After a while, Chi Mo packed up his things, very few, not even enough to fill a carton, Chi Mo always thought that he would have no chance to experience what it was like to be fired by the company boss, but he didn't expect it to be fulfilled now.

Chi Mo left the company with his things in his arms. Fortunately, with a false identity, he no longer had to go through a series of personnel procedures, issue a resignation certificate, and store work files.Leave cleanly, as if this person never showed up.

Chi Mo walked out of Ruan Zhixin's company, eyes downcast, turned around and took out the contents of the carton one by one, and threw them into the recyclable trash can.

As if he wanted to erase all the memories there, Chi Mo focused on throwing away the garbage, as if he was doing an extremely important experiment.In the end, there was only one carton left, and Chi Mo looked at the carton in a daze, while the old man who scavenged beside him dragged a broken bag and stared at Chi Mo.

Chi Mo came back to his senses, seeing the vigilant look of the old man, he smiled helplessly, could it be that he was so downcast that he wanted to grab the empty bottle.

Chi Mo picked up the stack of documents again, and handed them to the old man. The old man looked at Chi Mo in surprise, and hesitantly took the paper from Chi Mo's hand.

"Young man, do you want more cardboard boxes?" The old man looked at the cardboard box in Chi Mo's hand.

With inexplicable bitterness in Chi Mo's heart, he handed the carton to the old man. The old man put the carton on the ground and stomped the carton flat.

Chi Mo looked at the cardboard box with footprints on it, smiled at the old man, and after a gentle greeting, he turned and left without any nostalgia.

The old man took the cardboard boxes and documents and stuffed them quickly into his ragged bag, his movements were quick and neat.

When Chi Mo returned to Xiaobei's home, Xiaobei, who had been fighting with the husky, immediately surrounded him and asked cautiously, "How is it?"

"He signed it." Chi Mo's expression was calm: "He seems to know something about Meng Ya. When I said that Meng Shuangshuang is not dead, he was not surprised and did not ask."

Xiaobei rolled his eyes: "Could he know that Meng Ya is Meng Shuangshuang? It's just that he didn't expose her."

"Yeah." Chi Mo looked at the serious appearance of one person and one dog, and his mood was slightly astringent: "Maybe he is waiting for Meng Ya to turn his back on his evil ways and turn his prodigal son back."

"Oh, this man is really stupid." Xiao Bei shook his head regretfully, and the husky followed Xiao Bei's example and also shook the dog's head frantically.

"Forget it." Chi Mo held down the dog's head with one hand, and the husky shook himself faintly, and fell into Xiaobei's arms staggeringly.

Xiaobei smiled happily, hugged the husky, and patted the husky's fat butt/butt.Chi Mo was also teased with a small smile, and the haze in his heart seemed to lighten a little.

"Ling Ge is already back, why don't you ask about the mini?" Xiaobei hugged the husky and remembered this, and hugged the big dog with some reluctance.

"You like mini so much, wait until he contacts me." Chi Mo looked at a person and a dog gently.

"Who said I like dogs?" Xiaobei curled his lips and squeezed the dog's face: "You are greedy and picky, and you are framing me, be careful I will stew you to eat dog meat hot pot!"

Chi Mo smiled shallowly, and the phone vibrated a few times, as if there was some news.

Chi Mo turned on the phone and swipe his finger on the screen. It was a message from the team. He @自己, saying that he would play a team game tonight.

Chi Mo sighed slightly, looked at the profile pictures of these teammates seriously for the last time, opened the group management, and chose to quit the group.

The feelings connected by the Internet are so fragile. If you don't want to contact them anymore, you will block and delete them, and never see each other again.

In the evening, the old scavengers dragged their bags to the waste collection station, took out the empty bottles and cardboard, and finally shook the bag to see if there was any residue, hoping to exchange one or two yuan more.

A thin document was shaken out of the bag.

The old man picked up the small stack of papers, patted the ashes on the paper, and accidentally found that there seemed to be something written on the last page.

The fluttering English letters made the old man a little dazzled. The old man couldn't recognize what it meant. The little boss of the waste collection station came over and read out the words above: "try...try, tobeinlove."

"You know what the foreigner said." The old man looked at the little boss enviously, it's good to be educated.

"I graduated from junior high school anyway, and I wrote a [-]-word love letter in English, and passed it to our beautiful classmate." The little boss smiled, and secretly kicked an empty bottle of the old man into his pile of waste products.

try to be in love.

Try to fall in love, okay?