MTL - Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband-v3 Chapter 2729 Willingly

Neither Yi Long nor Yi Feng took the initiative to open the appraisal certificate. After all, this involves the issue of Feng Slave's sex, and they are both more interested in not participating too much. +++Popular Tanmei Novels: www.novelbuddy.com网o

Feng Nu didn't expect the paternity test to be done so quickly. She thought she would have to wait ten and a half days, but she didn't expect to see the results of the paternity test after sleeping.

Where did she want to get it? The ordinary paternity test does have to wait for a while, but what is Yi Long and Yi Feng? Their Yi family is not only in the Apocalypse State, but also in Nanling State to do this trivial matter.

Although Feng Nuo had guessed the result a long time ago, when Feng Nu flipped through the paternity test, his hands were still trembling. If Feng Qiang is not her biological father, where is her biological father?

The names of her, Feng Qiang and Yang Yun are clearly written on the appraisal, and the results are also written at the bottom of the table: the comprehensive paternal power index is 472711271234, and the patrilineal probability is 999999!

She and Feng Qiang are actually in a father-daughter relationship! how so! Feng Nu is a little unbelievable, so continue to look at her relationship with Yang Yun...

Yang Yun is not her biological mother, but Feng Qiang is actually her biological father! Thinking of what Feng Qiang said in the hospital last night, he knew everything!

Then why did he treat her this way all these years! To say that Yang Yun is not her biological mother, Feng Nu believes, but to say that Feng Qiang is his biological father, Feng Nu feels too incredible!

Seeing that Feng Nu's expression was wrong, Yi Feng stepped forward and asked with concern. Feng Nu directly handed the paternity test to Yi Feng, who also seemed shocked.

On the contrary, Yi Long has always been relatively calm. Yi Feng told his brother about the result, and he didn't have any strange expressions.

The result of this appraisal is the same as he guessed. In fact, no appraisal is needed at all. As long as you carefully observe Feng Slave and Feng Qiang's face, the relationship is self-evident.

As for why Yang Yun hasn't found out for so many years, he guessed that it should be the authorities, fans and bystanders. As for why others found out and didn't say, maybe they were waiting to see their family's jokes!

"Fengqiang should still be in the hospital now."

If he went back last night, he would have to wait for death. With his eager temper and fear of death, he should have stayed in the hospital. If he was not Feng Slave's biological father, then she would probably not care about it, but now that he was identified as Feng Slave's biological father, then Feng Slave would have to take care of his life and death!

After all, they had the same blood flowing on them, after all, Feng Nu wanted to figure out her life experience.

Feng Slave is a bit difficult, if she asks Yi Long and Yi Feng, they will not refuse. o But they have helped her, there is no need to help her family. Besides, Feng Qiang's arm is not a small number to heal. What qualifications does she have to ask them to save it again?

Yi Feng saw her embarrassment, she didn't say much, only called the housekeeper Lai Cheng and told him to call Zhang Ergou out of the car.

Steward Cheng told Yi Feng that Zhang Ergou did not rest well last night, so he rested today. If they want to get out of the car, he can be responsible for driving! He also showed his driver's license carefully, so that the lady can rest assured!

Although Yi Feng was a little puzzled, how could Zhang Ergou, a person who loves money like his life, ask for leave because he didn't have a good rest. But Steward Cheng was the one chosen by Daddy, and she chose to believe it.

"Why are you still stunned, let's go to the hospital together!" Yi Feng pulled Yi Long to follow Feng Slave, Feng Slave still hesitated, "Miss, what are we going to do in the hospital?"

"Of course it is to help your father treat the illness, and by the way ask your life experience clearly! People living in the world, you can't live through it, it's not clear! I think you can only stay willingly if you figure out these things. Let's do this!"

"Come on, put on this velvet hat, ha, so handsome." Lan Qing'er put her bracelet on her chest, her eyes gleaming, and she admired the beautiful man in front of her with interest.

A pair of eyes are like a deep pool of bright moon, pure and clean, wearing a white cotton outfit, but not a trace of bloat, long body, always with a faint smile on the thin lips, which makes people feel very kind and moist. Like a jade, although it is a big winter, looking at him like a spring breeze, the more you look, the more you look.

Feng Yumo was embarrassed: "Qing'er, don't laugh at her husband. Your husband knows herself well."

Lan Qing'er picked

Raised his eyebrows and approached him and said, "Then anyone told you that you are so handsome?"

Feng Yumo's face is slightly red, don't open her face and said, "It's not good to talk about, you can still see people."

On the contrary, this means that you can still see people, and many people in the world can't see people.

"His Concubine Chu? Your Concubine Chu!" An octave high voice sounded outside the door, and Alan hurriedly walked in from the door. When he saw Lan Qing's childhood, his mouth was wide open, and she exclaimed: " Oops, your Royal Highness, you really came back, you want to die aunt!"

After Alan finished speaking, he rushed forward and hugged Lan Qing'er, crying bitterly, "His Royal Highness, don't leave anymore, but aunty! You know everyone is worried about you. Oh, your Royal Highness, you have to think about your poor husband... that's even more to see through the autumn water, where you want to wear it..."

Alan was crying and cursing. Lan Qinger nodded and patted her to coax her, wondering when Alan's writing is so good. She used two idioms at once, but she felt a pain in her heart and couldn't help but watch. Feng Yumo gave a glance. Net o

Feng Yumo remained silent, looking at Lan Qing'er quietly, there was a trace of affection in the eyes of the two, and I don't know how long Alan cried, until she exclaimed and knelt down: "His Royal Highness. Forgive me, the little one was happy to offend His Royal Highness Princess Chu, please forgive her..."

Lan Qing'er smiled and said, "Auntie gets up quickly. It's her own family. There is no need for so many rules. It's too late for me to be happy. How can I get angry, come on, get up quickly."

Alan burst into laughter, stood up and said, "When I got up in the middle of the night last night, I found that the red bean soup was half missing, and I was secretly thinking that your Royal Highness would not eat the red bean soup. Alan didn't dare to eat it. That should be your Royal Highness's return. What was so happy in my heart at that time... I woke up early today, and when I came here to see it, it really was the return of His Royal Highness Princess Chu."

Lan Qing'er was amused in her heart, but nodded: "Well, Alan is right. Your Highness is so kind to Qing'er. Why is Qing'er willing to give Qing'er? Look, Qing'er is back."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay! After you come back, don't leave, if you come again, your highness, he..." At this point, Alan paused and glanced at Feng Yumo secretly, facing him. When he looked over, he was shocked and said: "It's early this day, Alan is going to prepare breakfast first."

After Alan finished speaking, he ran out. At this morning, Alan left only Feng Yumo and Lan Qing'er in the room. There was a trace of ambiguity in the air. Lan Qing'er glanced at Feng Yumo lying in bed. , Asked: "was it cold last night?"

Feng Yumo shook his head: "It's not cold."

"Isn't it cold? Those heaters and stoves are all in my room." Last night, she finally took the initiative to walk into Feng Yumo's room, but was greeted by Feng Yumo, which made her surprised. a while.

"Don't worry, as long as Qing'er is warm, my husband won't feel cold."

Lan Qing'er pursed her mouth: "How do you know that I am warm? You weren't with me last night!"

Lan Qing'er said this with a hint of dissatisfaction. Feng Yumo knew what she was trying to say, and her mouth moved, but in the end she didn't say it. She stood up and said, "Mother, she is preparing breakfast. Let's go to the hall, yes. Oh, why didn’t you bring your hand stove."

Feng Yumo walked over as he said, shook her hand, and said to her mouth: "Look, your hands are so cold. Go to the hall first, and your husband will go to your room to get a hand stove."

"No!" Lan Qing'er pulled him: "Go together!"

A soft color flashed in Feng Yu's ink eyes, and she shook her hand again: "Let's go, if my husband refuses, I'm afraid Qing'er will come with you."

"Of course!" Lan Qing'er said with a raised chin, "Who told you to be my husband? I won't haunt you."

The breakfast was very rich, and Alan prepared a lot at once, as if she was afraid she didn’t like it, everyone sat together, and the atmosphere was very warm. It was snow and ice outside, but it was warm like spring inside, chatting and gossiping at home, but No one asked about Lan Qing'er's departure from the house, as if there was a tacit understanding.

After breakfast, I saw the sound of a car coming from outside the house, and I heard someone calling out: "Is there anyone inside? I'm from Zhou Zhou's house."

Hearing this, Lan Qing'er wondered if

Already, Zhou Zhouzhai...It's Zhou Chengyuan's people. Why did you come here early in the morning? !

She was still thinking about how to win this Fei Da cabinet, but she didn't expect to come uninvited.

Alan walked out and returned soon afterwards. At this time, there was another car sound outside the mansion, presumably Zhou Mansion's people had left.

"His Royal Highness, this was left by the servants of the Zhou Mansion. Three days later, the servants said that Fei Cabinet was waiting for His Highness to drive in the mansion." Alan said, and handed a calligraphy and painting to Feng Yumo.

Feng Yumo took it and opened the scroll, with the word "Sword" written on it.

A gleam of light flashed in Feng Yu's ink eyes, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Seeing Feng Yumo watching attentively, Lan Qing'er was very puzzled: "Husband, why did Zhou Chengyuan send a calligraphy and painting?"

Feng Yumo pondered for a long while, and slowly said, "Zhou Chengyuan is very fond of kendo, and he is sending this calligraphy and painting to him...presumably to test his husband."

"Oh?" Lan Qing'er raised her eyebrows and looked at the calligraphy and painting. The sword character bones are very vigorous, well written on the back of the paper, with both rigidity and softness inside, softness with rigidity, and rigidity with softness, but when gravity should be applied. But there is no ambiguity, the whole character seems to be full of energy, bursting out at any time.

Lan Qing'er pursed her lips: "Zhou Chengyuan...what does he want to test you?"

Feng Yu's black eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded and said, "It should be like this. Zhou Chengyuan came uninvited and sent this calligraphy and painting. What if I want to try the old kilogram."

Lan Qing'er raised her eyebrows: "He is really big." Even if Feng Yumo loses the position of the crown prince, he is still a prince. Zhou Chengyuan actually asked the prince to come to his house to find him. .

Feng Yumo smiled softly: "Well, since he wants me to be a guest at his house, I'll just go. It's rare that Mr. Zhou will give her husband this face."

The snow has been falling for two days, and now it has just stopped for a while. The snow is piled thick on the ground, and the eaves and pavilions are also covered with a layer of snow-white cotton clothes, reflecting the Qingyuan beyond this world.

Lan Qing'er walked to the door and was about to knock on the door. He heard the sound of a sword whistling from the room. Although it was extremely soft, the sound was straight through his heart. Every move is a peerless style, famous in the world!

The dragon yin sword roars fast or slow, as if slow but fast, as if it is containing strength, waiting for a while, and inferring from this voice, this set of sword moves must be extraordinary.

"Om!"

After a mute sound, the sword move stopped, as if someone fell to the ground, coughing constantly.

Lan Qing'er was shocked and hurriedly pushed the door in. He saw Feng Yumo propped on the ground with a sword, coughing in his chest, Lan Qing'er felt a pain in his heart, and hurriedly walked over to support him.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing her walk in, Feng Yumo was slightly startled: "Qing'er you...cough cough!"

"Don't say so much, get to the chair and sit down." Lan Qinger carefully helped Feng Yumo onto the chair, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him: "Come on, drink the hot tea soon."

Feng Yumo took the tea and drank a few sips. When the breath slowly came over, he let out a sigh of relief, "Qing'er, why are you back?"

"Don't worry!" Lan Qing'er said directly: "Look, if I am away, you will not eat all day."

Feng Yumo gave a wink, and glanced at the sky: "Ah, it turns out it's so late."

"Yeah, it's so late! Aren't you hungry?" Lan Qing'er rebuked. Feng Yumo was wearing only a few singles. Although the stove was burning in the room, it was cold: "Look, his face is pale. , Don't eat to refine your sword, you're out of breath!" Lan Qing'er finished speaking, holding Feng Yumo's hand to help him get his pulse.

With loss of blood and lack of true energy, Lan Qing'er frowned slightly.

"Did you not eat on time these two days?"

Seeing that Lan Qing'er's tone was very wrong, Feng Yumo smiled embarrassedly: "My husband is wrong, don't worry about Qing'er..."

"Don't worry? How did you agree to me before I left? It was only two days before you made your body like this! How to take care of me in the future!"

Lan Qing'er became more and more angry when she talked about it, and after speaking, a small mouth was pursed, and she looked at Feng Yumo with anger.