Chapter 232

"Killed!" Mu Zehao widened his eyes and stared at his secretary, "when did it happen?"

"About two days ago, the case was still under investigation, and the police didn't disclose too much."

"Strange?" Mu Zehao frowned, "how could it be so coincidence?"

The Secretary also felt that it was a coincidence. When he was about to find the kidnappers to investigate, people died. There are so many coincidences in the world, but they are deliberately arranged, some are man-made, and some are jokes made by God.

Mu Zehao also vaguely felt that someone behind him didn't want him to know the truth of the kidnapping. There was no proof of death. The question mark in his heart was bigger.

For a moment, the Secretary didn't know what to say. Mu Zehao fell into some kind of memory and shrank in his chair. In silence, the Secretary wanted to quit without disturbing mu Zehao's thinking until he reached out to pull the door handle.

"Wait." Mu Zehao, who has been silent, finally opened his mouth, "you can follow up on this matter. It's hard."

The secretary looked at mu Zehao's sharp eyes, his back was slightly cold, and wanted to leave here immediately, "OK."

The huge psychological pressure doubled mu Zehao's fatigue. Similarly, the interruption of clues made him clearly feel that his determination was reduced by one point. That's it. He could check it a little and comfort himself.

When night fell, mu Zehao slept very early tonight. He fell asleep early before 10 o'clock. Fang Ting thought that maybe she was too tired during the day. She sat at the head of the bed and read a magazine for a while. She was sleepy. She turned off the warm orange light and entered mengxiang.

"Dad!"

A fuzzy and cold light enveloped a child, making mu Zehao unable to see what the child looked like in front of him.

"Dad, come here."

The child's tender voice guided him forward step by step. He saw clearly that there was a child lying on the hospital bed, which was a bit like himself.

The child grinned, smiled at mu Zehao and asked happily, "Dad, why did you come?"

Mu Zehao was confused. He felt like a deep fantasy at the moment. When did he have such a big son.

The little boy held mu Zehao's index finger with his withered fingers. There were faintly visible pinholes on the back of his cold hand. He still smiled and said, "Dad, mom said you don't want me. Is it true?"

Mu Zehao could not feel the temperature in the child's hand. He clenched his little hand and didn't know how to answer him.

"Mom said I had her enough." The little boy stared at mu Zehao with innocent eyes, "but I still miss you in my heart."

Mu Zehao didn't move. His eyes were wet. He raised his hand and touched the child's small head. His short hair plunged into the palm of his hand like sharp thorns, a word - pain.

He suddenly twitched his feet and immediately opened his eyes. There were two tears in the corners of his eyes. His heart was like eating Coptis.

Slowly, he opened the quilt and didn't want to disturb Fang Ting, who was sleeping heavily on one side. Powerlessly, he approached the washing room and turned on the faucet. The cold water slapped on his face. In the gap, he looked up at himself in the mirror and his transparent face wet by water.

In this place where he brushes his teeth, washes his face and hands every day, he suddenly feels very strange. It seems that the dream just now is real, but he is dreaming now.

"How did you come?"

The sudden voice startled mu Zehao. He turned his head and saw that it was Fang ting. He immediately recovered his peace.

"Nothing. I had a nightmare, sweated all over and got up to wash my face." While answering Fang Ting, he wiped the water with a dry towel on the shelf.

Fang Ting smiled, walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, put her arms around mu Zehao's neck and kissed gently, "don't be afraid now."

"I'm not afraid, just..." he paused and then changed the topic, "did I wake you up?"

"Well, it's not. I just woke up and heard the sound of water. If you're not around, get up and have a look." Fang Ting rubbed mu Zehao's chest with her head, as if she wanted to make out with him.

Mu Zehao didn't think about it at all. He helped Fang ting to go to bed. "Go to bed quickly. It's late."

He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but his mind recalled the dream again and again. After thinking about it, he still wanted to have a paternity test.

The next morning, mu Zehao's secretary was mysteriously called to the office.

"I have one more thing for you to do. Don't tell others." Mu Zehao looked at his secretary confidently, but the other party seemed a little uncomfortable.

"What's up?"

Mu Zehao knocked on the mahogany table twice with his index finger. "You know I always wanted Fang Ting's child to do a paternity test, but she didn't want to, but I wanted to do it from her."

"So you mean..." the secretary is a little confused. If Fang Ting doesn't provide the child's DNA for the paternity test, how is it possible to hide her meaning?

Mu Zehao unconsciously bit his lip. "The child is now ill in hospital. I want you to be a doctor and take out a hair of the child. Don't let Qiao Xiao find it."

The Secretary smiled bitterly. He was a serious person who let him work as a spy all day. Life really disagreed!

"OK." He promised, "I'll take care of it."

Mu Zehao nodded with satisfaction, with some expectation in his heart, and his expression became more and more dignified.

"It's really a hard job." The Secretary shook his head and left the company.

Everything is still very smooth. He became a doctor according to Mu Zehao's meaning, and the journey is unimpeded. When you see the man wearing a white coat and surrounded by a white mask, the first feeling is that the doctor won't notice that he doesn't have a work permit.

When he entered the ward, Qiao Xiaoxiao happened not to be there. He immediately pulled out a child's not very long hair, which made the child cry immediately.

"Bad!" He whispered, "let's go."

Just arrived at the company, I happened to meet mu Zehao after work.

"Mr. Mu!"

Mu Zehao looked back and asked in the first sentence, "have you got the things?"

"Got it." The secretary took out a sealed bag from his pocket with a small black hair in it.

Mu Zehao patted the Secretary on the shoulder and said, "well done."

As soon as he got home, mu Zehao went straight into the study. He didn't want Fang ting to know he did so.

He picked up the sealed bag and stared at the small hair, about the length of a finger joint. This small length is related to the fate of two people.

"What am I doing?" Mu Zehao patted his head with one hand. "Obviously Qiao Xiaoxiao doesn't want to have anything to do with himself. What am I doing?"

Mu Zehao's inner voice kept asking him whether he still had a love for her. Otherwise, why didn't he sign the divorce agreement and why did he sneak behind Qiao Xiaoxiao to do the paternity test. Oh, my God! He thought he must be crazy.

Fang Ting called mu Zehao outside, but she didn't respond. She shouted mu Zehao's name again, but she still didn't respond.

"Zehao!" Fang Ting pushed open the door and saw mu Zehao's panic clip something in the book. She immediately noticed something wrong in her heart.

Mu Zehao looked up and asked, "what's up?"

"Oh - there seems to be something wrong with the gas. I can't burn it. Help me have a look." Fang Ting had an idea and casually made up a reason to support mu Zehao.

Mu Zehao smiled awkwardly in order to ease his tension, "I'll go and have a look."

After waiting for mu Zehao to leave, Fang Ting opens the book and sees a sealed bag with the child's hair inside. She immediately understands mu Zehao's intention. It seems that he still wants to do paternity testing.

Without hesitation, she pulled out one of her short hair, immediately replaced the hair inside with her own, then put the sealed bag back in place, walked to the door and didn't forget to look back.

"There's no problem with gas!" Mu Zehao looked at Fang Ting suspiciously.

Fang Ting pretended that she didn't know, "well, I didn't burn just now. It's estimated that I've become stupid after I'm pregnant."

She deliberately mentioned that she also had children in her stomach and wanted mu Zehao's attention to be pulled back by herself.

After hearing this, mu Zehao just smiled, then returned to his study and saw that the sealed bag was still in place without doubt.

He looked at the hair inside again. Driven by curiosity, he still wanted to do a paternity test. He pulled out his hair and put it in. Then he sealed the bag and put it in the drawer, thinking of picking it up the next day for paternity test.

After two days, the long wait made mu Zehao anxious. What kind of results did he expect.

On the way to get the results, there are high-rise buildings on both sides of the road. Fortunately, the private testing center mu Zehao found is not far from mu. He doesn't need to drive, and it's only more than ten minutes back and forth.

It suddenly occurred to him that if he had not seen Qiao Xiaoxiao playing the piano or her being bullied and embarrassed, perhaps they were still strangers and strangers. He recalled the past and wanted to get rid of it. He needed some mechanical movement to get rid of the things in his head.

There are few pedestrians on the street. Trees are planted beside the road. There are small four petaled flowers on it. I don't know its name. It just smells very good. It has a faint fragrance and cold solitude, unlike those rich flavors.

He suddenly remembered that Qiao Xiaoxiao also had this taste. It was very light, very light, but people couldn't forget it. Even if there were no more her clothes in the wardrobe, he would always smell the smell.

Looking up for a long time, mu Zehao was in a trance because of his serious insomnia in the past two days. He seemed to see Qiao Xiaoxiao standing in the shade of the tree, wearing a long purple skirt, his hair tied behind his head, showing a clean and beautiful face. He was still moving without powder.

In the afternoon, the sun was turned into countless spots by the leaves, falling on her flying skirt and on her bright and full forehead, making her whole person like a glittering and beautiful butterfly, as if she would fly away at any time.

"Mr. mu, come and get something." The speaker happened to be a friend of Mu Zehao. He jokingly added: "does Mr. Mu still need to come in person?"

Mu Zehao smiled and took back his imagination. "I just want to go out and take back the report."

"OK, let's go in together." The man smacked his mouth, stretched out his finger and pointed to the road ahead. It seemed that he was just back from dinner, and he still smelled like a restaurant.

Holding the report result in his hand, mu Zehao didn't open it immediately. He politely thanked him, and then left with the report.

On the way back, he quickened his pace, and the kraft paper with the report in his hand had been soaked with the sweat in his palm. He changed his hand and never opened it by the road.

Fang Ting saw mu Zehao in a hurry with a report. She estimated that the day was already a day of results. She followed up curiously.

At noon, everyone went out for lunch. Mu Zehao returned to the office and closed the door. Only then did he tremble and open the result sheet that made people sleep and eat uneasy.

It was written in black and white that there was no blood relationship. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again. It was still the same result.

"Shit!" He was so angry that he threw the result sheet on the table and scolded, "bitch, you want to lie to me again."

Fang Ting overheard mu Zehao losing his temper outside the door and scolded Qiao Xiaoxiao. She was very proud.