Chapter 300

Lan Qing put the plastic bag with hair on the co driver's seat beside him, drove the car very fast, and drove all the way to Du Zihao's Research Institute.

The expression on his face looked a little complicated, his brow slightly frowned, and his eyes were deep. For this result, he was expecting but a little afraid.

Thinking of that innocent, lovely and childlike face, he called "Dad" with a smile. He threw himself into his arms full of trust, and he let himself stay a little longer.

This child becomes so intimate with him in a short time. If the result is really... How can he accept it safely?

He could not bear the pain of gain and loss again.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the duplex building, and the sign said "Haoran Medical Research Institute".

When Du Zihao took the plastic bag from his hand, his expression looked a little complicated.

He pursed his mouth, as if thinking for a long time, and slowly asked: "it's been so long, and now I've come to test it. Even I'm sweating for you. If it's not true, it's not that I've paid so much for you..."

"Yes Lan Qing's deep voice was full of determination. Suddenly, he looked up at him and asked, "how long will it take?"

"A week." Du Zihao said as he carefully put Lanqing and the child's hair into the container.

Hearing this, Lan Qing stood up in silence and planned to leave. A sentence "don't let me wait too long" floated in the air.

Du Zihao looked at his tall and straight back, sighed softly and shook his head. Somehow, he was worried about Li Qingning's situation.

This week is very long for Lan Qing. Every day, every second when he opens his eyes, it is a deep and endless suffering to his heart. He is waiting for the result, but at the same time he is afraid of it.

But these days is not a kind of suffering for Li Qingning. Although she tries to hide in her room every day, she will inevitably meet each other in the same room.

Although Mrs. LAN didn't say anything, she could feel that Mrs. Lan's superior disdain and her eyes, like the poisoned peacock plume, swept her body gently, bit by bit corrupting her and making her want to escape.

The days seemed to be calm again, and the whole LAN villa was calm again. After all, Li Qingning is still soft hearted and will delay the day of leaving again and again.

She wanted to spend more time with this man, even if she could only watch him quietly every day. But these days, she could clearly see that he was as usual, and the little haggard on his expressionless face.

She suddenly can't bear to leave like this, she doesn't want to let the knot of this man's brow become deeper. She kept telling herself that when everything was better, she would leave quietly.

In this way, she hypnotized herself day after day.

As a result, that morning, the sun looked very bright. Du Zihao pushed the door of Lanqing's office with the appraisal report in his hand.

Lan Qing's hand holding the document bag was even slightly trembling, which was not easy to be noticed. Finally, he gave in to his inner voice.

He threw the paper bag on his desk, leaned back on the back of his chair and asked, "you can tell me the result directly. Don't tell me you haven't seen it."

This man is always able to see through himself at a glance. Du Zihao rolled his eyes silently in his heart, but he didn't know whether the result was good or bad for the current situation.

He took a deep breath and said calmly, "the two samples show 99.8% similarity. In short, it's about thinking that it's really your son."

Lan Qing's eyes twinkled with a complex light. He leaned back on the soft chair and held his cheek in one hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"So, what are you going to do now? What about Li Qingning? " Du Zihao still couldn't restrain his curiosity and looked at him and asked.

Hearing Li Qingning's name, Lan Qing's face obviously froze. Even the air seemed to stop flowing, and it solidified instantly.

"I will not give up Li Qingning." His voice was cold, but full of determination.

In the evening, Li Qingning was sitting in his room quietly sorting out the things he left when he heard a rush of footsteps outside the door.

It seems that telepathy really exists in the world. In only two seconds, she recognized that it was the footsteps of Lan Qing.

I don't know why, her heart drove her to walk towards the door, but when she opened the door in a hurry to say a word or two to the man, his tall figure flashed by, knocked on Mrs. Lan's door twice, then hurriedly opened the door and walked in.

She only looked at him in a hurry, then she felt the strange emotion on his face, so she followed him and stopped in front of the door, even her breath became very shallow.

She put her ear to the door and listened to the movement of the house.

"Mom, I've done the identification. That child... Is mine." It was clearly the voice of Lan Qing, low and magnetic, but it was like a bright lightning, straight towards Li Qingning.

For a moment, her scalp felt numb, as if her soul had been pulled away from her body, and she could not move.

"How could that be! Is the identification reliable? " In fact, from the beginning, Mrs. LAN did not believe that the child was her son's flesh and blood, so she was shocked when she heard the news, and her grace disappeared without a trace.

Her eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief. She stood up.

But in the back, what they said in the room seemed as if Li Qingning could not hear. All the sounds seemed to be automatically isolated from her world. Her head was buzzing, and the rest was just a vast expanse of desolation.

She suddenly felt that her body was empty, as if there was a cold wind.

"Miss Li, why are you here?" The voice of the housekeeper came from behind and pulled her back from the boundless thoughts. She turned around, pushed the housekeeper away and ran to her room.

Hearing this, Lan Qing opens the door, only to see Li Qingning's back.

Mrs. LAN followed her to the door, glanced out disdainfully, snorted coldly, and said to herself, "it's a child of a small family. I don't know how to be polite, but I still learn to eavesdrop on the corner."

Then he went back to the house.

Lan Qing stood in the same place, carrying light, the expression on his face is not very clear, but his figure is clearly with a bit lonely.

Now, even he doesn't know how to face that woman.

"I'll deal with this. You'd better focus on LAN." Mrs. Lan's voice came into his ears from the room with unquestionable dignity.