The real young master was forced to debut [entertainment circle]

After a busy day and night, the hematology department finally gave the identification results.

Originally, he wanted to notify Shang Yan immediately to issue a fake blood report according to the old rules, but considering the special nature of this incident, he finally stopped the report and showed it to the dean in advance.

At that time, Mo Xinglan had just finished an operation. As soon as he left the operating room, the patient's family immediately surrounded him: "Doctor Mo, how was the operation?"

"It went very well. The intracranial tumor was removed very successfully. Follow-up..." Before he had time to explain the postoperative precautions to the patient's family, a figure approached him and whispered in his ear, "Hospital Long, the DNA test report came out."

Mo Xinglan nodded to show that he understood, and spoke slowly, before turning around and talking to him: "Come to my office."

He walked ahead with long legs, and the owner of the hematology department followed behind him anxiously, his brows furrowed into a ball: "The sample brought by the young master this time is very strange."

"Hush..." Mo Xinglan put his finger on his lips, and only let go of his voice after entering the door of the dean's office.

"Where is the strangeness?" He opened the seat and sat down, and fetched him a glass of water.

However, the director of the hematology department didn't have time to answer, and directly released the three comparison reports: "You should read the report first."

"The sample brought by the young master this time does not belong to any of the merchants."

"That means he has no blood relationship with him." Mo Xinglan reached out to take the report, "Did he see that the previous report was fake?"

This young master is indeed not his own, there is no way, the whole world knows that Shang Jingxing is gay, of course he knows that Shang Jingxing is not.Because his first child was born in his hospital.

Faced with the family's persecution, this person still swears to the death that he will not compromise or cooperate.

Even if it is to borrow a small tadpole or use medical means to have an heir.

But as the owner of a business, there must be an heir.

So he came up with two options.

The first plan is to adopt one from the merchant's juniors.

Another option—adoption.

Adoption is not recognized in the family. The richer the family, the more traditional it is. Who would want such a large family to be in power for an outsider.

Twelve years ago, Shang Jingxing lost his child, and was forced by his family to adopt the next heir when he was distraught.As a rebellion against the family and a warning to other business members, he simply adopted Shang Yan from abroad, claiming that he was born in an excuse.

Of course, there were people who doubted it, but Shang Yan was somewhat similar to Shang Jingxing, so the doubts were gradually dispelled.

Shang Yan knew since he was a child that he would not be able to see his own mother for the rest of his life, and he has always tacitly followed the rules and never looked for his own mother.

But I don't know if it's because he was already five years old when he was adopted and started to remember things, or because there were too many rumors from the outside world, and he always suspected that he was not his own.

Shang Yan has been in and out of the hematology department since he was eight years old, and secretly plucked out Shang Jingxing's hair to come for an appraisal.

These little tricks were all seen by Shang Jingxing, and he was allowed to make trouble. Everyone cooperated with the young master to play this kind of boring little game.

And Mo Xinglan's handling method was also very simple and rude, directly giving him a blood relationship test report.

But Shang Yan is also smart. He is afraid that they will deceive him with false reports. Sometimes the samples handed over are not from his own father at all, but from a random cousin. Someone is lying to him.

But he didn't know that the DNA of the owner of the business was in the database, and he could tell whose sample he was taking just by doing a little comparison.

What he does is harmless, nothing more than a child's play house.

The only big trouble was when Shang Yan collected a cousin's dander to test the relationship, but found that the cousin was not related to everyone in the business.

This means that the cousin is not his own.

Soon, the cousin and the woman who discredited the family left the business together.

Although it was an unintentional act of a child, this incident sounded a wake-up call for everyone in the business.

Shang Yan also knew that he had caused trouble, and after that, he no longer played this kind of game.

Unexpectedly, this child is still childlike, and after many years, he will continue to play this kind of game.

Mo Xinglan opened the report and saw the red stamp of "definitely not related by blood" on the first two reports: "Isn't it sure that they are not related by blood? What is there to be nervous about?"

"Look at this one again." The director of the hematology department took the two reports away, and the results of the last one were displayed in front of him. found another set of data that matched the sample 99.9999 percent of the time."

"This sample has an absolute parent-child relationship with Shang Dong!"

"..." Mo Xinglan's pupils suddenly constricted, and compared a series of gene locus numbers on the identification report.

Seeing that the test result was clearly stamped with a red seal confirming the parent-child relationship, his eyes darkened.

Seeing his expression, the director of the hematology department became more and more excited, and even began to use his imagination infinitely, dancing and saying, "Shang Dong obviously has no children, so how can this sample have such a high degree of matching?"

"Could it be that Shang Dong wanted to get away with it and had an illegitimate child outside. And it was so unfortunate that he was discovered by the young master, so he rushed here to report..."

He continued his conjecture, Mo Xinglan raised his head suddenly, his sharp gaze was like a sharp sword, and he was so scared that he immediately fell silent.

"Don't make nonsensical guesses."

"The sample data will be destroyed immediately, and no one can discover it."

"Get ready for the car, I'm going to the store."

"Ah...Okay, let's get ready now."

At the end of the day's trip, Shang Yan lay on the sofa in the back seat and collapsed into a ball of mud.

As soon as Guan Sheng saw his haggard face, he began to mutter like an old mother: "My little ancestor, look at you, you have dark circles under your eyes. Why make yourself so tired, you are an endorsement and a magazine , but also to become a mentor, I feel distressed."

"I'm too lazy. If you tell me I don't want to make progress, I'll work harder. If you tell me I'm working hard, I say you can't rest."

Guan Sheng handed him his favorite milk tea, pursed his mouth, and beeped softly: "It's not because I love you."

Shang Yan flipped through his phone, thinking about the test results.

After several reminders, the replies I got were still in the process of testing, and it was already being done at the fastest speed.

He also knew that it would take a certain amount of time, but he couldn't bear his temper and wanted to see it.

He was about to make a call, but the phone rang with a melodious ringtone, which belonged to his own father.

He was startled, the phone rolled around in his hand, hurriedly slid the answer button, and put on a cheerful tone: "I'll be home soon..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a hoarse voice on the phone: "Where are you now? Get out of here immediately!"

Guan Sheng could hear the voice clearly without turning on the loudspeaker.

The word "roll" is clearly used.

What's happening here?Why all of a sudden so much anger.

Guan Sheng looked carefully at Shang Yan's expression through the rearview mirror: "What's wrong with Director Shang?"

Shang Yan didn't answer, put the phone back in his pocket, and raised his hand to direct the car: "Go back to the mansion!"

The car slid into the night like a sharp arrow, and soon arrived at the Shang's mansion.

The moment Shang Yan stepped into the main hall, he felt a rush of anxiety.

Such a large space, but it is abruptly cramped.

Shang Yan held his breath, feeling this kind of atmosphere for the first time, and dared not make a sound.

Could it be that Wen Ti quarreled with his father again, or that Wen Ti broke his cans and started committing suicide?

His father can't be more relaxed and let him go?

There are tens of thousands of beautiful men, if not, let's change.

With his father's appearance, even if he is forty-five, there will still be a large group of small children flocking to him.

Why do you have to be obsessed with breaking a straight man?

However, he misunderstood, Wen Ti hadn't come back from recording the program, there were only three people in the big living room except him.

His father was sitting in the main seat, his tall body was slumped on the sofa, his long hair draped over the sofa, his soft body was like a boneless shell.

Qing Leng was still standing behind him, but the other white figure was not Wen Ti's, but Mo Xinglan.

The smile on Shang Yan's face could hardly be maintained.

After agreeing not to tell anyone, he turned around and stabbed his father.

Well done, really well done.

It seemed that no matter what he did, he couldn't hide it from his father's eyes.

He walked in cautiously, and when he saw Mo Xinglan, he still honestly called out in a low voice: "Hello, Uncle Mo."

Mo Xinglan nodded slightly, then tacitly kept silent.

Shang Yan became more and more anxious and anxious.

In the next second, Shang Jingxing's body suddenly moved, and his long satin-like hair slipped from the edge of the sofa, causing Shang Yan's heart to sink.

The crystal lights above the head are overflowing with light, making people dizzy.

There was only the faint sound of breathing in the air, Shang Jingxing's chest heaved and heaved a long breath, and he hooked his fingers at him: "Come here."

Shang Yan and Qing Leng looked at each other, and looked at him as if asking for help, Qing Leng gave him a self-seeking look, and turned his eyes to avoid his gaze.

Die or die!

Shang Yan took a deep breath, sat down properly, put his hands on his knees obediently, and waited for Shang Jingxing to ask questions.

The next second, Shang Jingxing's hand suddenly rested on his back, and he felt goosebumps all over his body, "Brother, don't do this, I'm afraid..."

"Where did you get this sample?" Shang Jingxing held up the report in his hand.

When Shang Yan saw the report, his eyes suddenly lit up: "The report has come out, let me see the result."

He reached out to grab it, but it was in vain.

"Answer me, where did the sample come from!" The voice was lowered as if rolling over the gravel, with a menacing sharpness, Shang Yan rolled his eyes and muttered, "I said you can't hit me."

The corners of Shang Jingxing's lips curled up a bit: "How could I be willing to hit you?"

Shang Yan twisted his mouth, cursing in his heart: "Fart, you gave me a loud slap in the face in the morning, and I don't remember it when I turn around!"

"The sample is from a student in "National Idol". He looks very similar to you, and then I asked someone to check it." I don't want to get another slap in the face.

After listening to Shang Yan's words, Qing Leng's whole body was stiff, and his back felt inexplicably cold.

looks like?Could the person he was talking about be...

"What's his name?" Shang Jingxing touched Shang Yan's head, and Shang Yan said honestly, "Li Shuyin."

When the three unremarkable words fell, Qing Leng felt thunderbolt instantly, and lowered his head to meet Shang Shang Jingxing's gaze like a poisonous snake: "The name sounds familiar, do you think it is familiar?"

His long arms were spread out on the edge of the sofa, and he looked up at him, his slightly squinted eyes released hunting light.

Qing Leng stood behind the sofa, her heart beating like a drum.

Couldn't resist the look in his eyes, and lowered his head: "Sorry, I didn't expect such a result, I'll check again..."

Before he could finish his words, Shang Jingxing had already leaned on the edge of the sofa and jumped up in front of him. The tall and straight figure stood in front of him like an impenetrable wall.

He raised his leg and kicked him.

He retreated vigilantly, although he reacted immediately, the kick still landed on his chest, kicking him flying with such force.

A loud bang shattered the eardrums, Shang Yan's pupils suddenly widened, and he subconsciously covered his mouth.

He stood up abruptly, and was about to plead for mercy, but Mo Xinglan pulled him to sit down: "Don't mess with your father at this time."

Qing Leng's body brushed across the ground, and his back hit the stairs, the pain made him almost faint.

Before he had time to stand up, he felt a sharp kick from his legs towards his face.

He subconsciously covered his face, but Shang Jingxing stopped suddenly, retracted his legs and snorted coldly: "Useless things!"

"Prepare the car and go to Dachang!"

The author has something to say:

Shang Jingxing: Son, dad is here!

Brother Yin: Amnesia, I don’t know.