The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 322 Plastic surgery (one more)

  Zhu Xiangxiang has tossed and checked the express cover paper several times, without any marks.

  The name of the sender is Baishan, and the phone number is empty.

  She took out the piece of paper and read it over and over several times.

   is a piece of DNA identification result.

   is the DNA identification result of Der Spiegel and Lin Qing, and the result shows that there is no blood relationship.

  There is the stamp and signature of the authentication agency in the lower right corner, but there is no possibility of fraud.

  Although there have been speculations, Zhu Xiangxiang was still a little unbelievable at the moment when he really saw the result.

  Mingjing how dare she...

  More importantly, who sent this appraisal letter?

  Being able to get Der Spiegel’s hair, he must be a great character.

  She suddenly thought of the school’s rumors that Der Spiegel had offended the Ran family because of the post of the president of the Jockey Club. This press conference was just a lesson.

  If you rely on the strength of the Ran family, you can do it.

  It seems that Der Spiegel really offended people.

  Just what did this person send her identification results to?

   Zhu Xiangxiang breathed tightly, and suddenly felt that this piece of paper was a bit hot.

  The sound of a car engine came from outside the window. Zhu Xiangxiang walked to the window and took a look.

  It is Zhu Wentao who is back.

  Since the last incident, she has been hiding from Zhu Wentao, fearing him inexplicably in her heart.

  The only person she can discuss is Zhu Shaodan.

  I wish Shaodan was too impulsive. I am afraid that everyone who yelled soon knew that, like the last time the birthday feast of Mr. Shen, everyone would not believe it, and would only think that she was jealous and deliberately framed her.

   Zhu Xiangxiang hesitated for a while, heard the closing of the study outside the door, opened the door and went out.

  At this time, Lin Qing has already rested.

   Zhu Xiangxiang hovered at the entrance of the study for a while, and the door suddenly opened from inside. Zhu Xiangxiang was startled, like a frightened little rabbit.

  Zhu Wentao stood at the entrance of the study, frowning at her: "Come in."

   Zhu Xiangxiang gritted his teeth and walked in.

   Zhu Wentao closed the study door, Zhu Xiangxiang shrank his shoulders subconsciously, like a quail.

   "My father apologized to you the last time. Dad was drunk that night. It was not intentional. Don't take it to heart." Zhu Wentao said softly.

  Zhu Xiangxiang raised his head and glanced at him. Seeing the man’s frank and loving gaze as always, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Dad, I am looking for you, but there is actually a very important thing to tell you."

After thinking about it, Zhu Xiangxiang still felt it necessary to tell Zhu Wentao that she decided to take a gamble.

  The benefits brought by the value of Mingjing itself are invisible to anyone, but the Zhu Group’s benefits are visible to the naked eye.

  Zhu Wentao is not a long-sighted person, otherwise it is impossible to be blinded by a woman.

   Zhu Wentao let out an "um", poured a cup of tea and handed it to Zhu Xiangxiang.

  Zhu Xiangxiang put down the tea cup, took out the piece of paper and handed it to Zhu Wentao, "Let’s take a look first."

  Zhu Wentao took it and opened it, and after reading the content above, his face was uncertain.

  "What did you do for the appraisal?" Does this girl have such a method?

  Zhu Xiangxiang shook his head: "Someone sent it to me. I don’t know who it is. It may be Ming Jing’s enemy. She has offended Ran's family now..."

  Sure enough, Zhu Wentao's face became darker when he heard this.

   Give him ten courage, and he dare not offend Ran's family.

   "Dad, I didn't expect that Ming Jing was really not your and mom's biological daughter. It seems that everything is her conspiracy. We still don't know whether her purpose is to make money or..."

Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at Zhu Wentao’s face, “Or maybe we misunderstood Der Spiegel. Maybe the mother’s biological daughter had an accident, and she came back as her mother’s biological daughter for fear of her mother’s sadness. But if she did this, it would only make the mother more sad. No matter, I thought that my mother was partial and I was unfair to Der Spiegel. It seems that there is really telepathy between the mother and daughter. My mother didn't like Der Spiegel for a reason at first."

   "It's just that she has kept us all under the guise, especially my mother. Now she has finally accepted Der Spiegel. If she let her know that Der Spiegel deceived her from the beginning, how could she bear this blow?"

   Zhu Wentao’s face became darker and darker: "Who else have you told about this matter?"

   "I only told you, Shaodan just guessed a little, and I haven't seen this appraisal result."

  "Don't let me think about it." Zhu Wentao curled his eyebrows with a sad expression on his face.

   "Then I won't bother my father to rest, I'll go back to the room first." Zhu Xiangxiang turned and left.

   "Wait, tell your mother first, she can't stand this blow."

   "I know." Zhu Xiangxiang opened the study door and went out. He saw Li Juan who had just come upstairs and asked with frowning, "What are you doing here?"

  Li Juan is holding a tray, on top is a bowl of wontons, sprinkled with chopped green onion and sesame oil, braving the attractive fragrance.

  "Mr. came back at night and ordered the kitchen to make him a supper. It is Mr.’s favorite shrimp ravioli."

   Zhu Xiangxiang said nothing, and walked back to the bedroom.

  Li Juan knocked on the door of the study, obtained permission, and walked in honestly.

   Put the bowl down, pretending to be tidying up the desk, and glanced at the piece of paper on the desk.

  Zhu Wentao frowned and said, "Go out, you don't need to clean up the study."

  Li Juan didn't say a word, turned around and went out.

Closing the study door, Li Juan recalled the content on the piece of paper. Everyone in Zhu's family regarded her as a vagrant woman, who didn't know a lot of characters, and none of them looked at her. The aloof charity really regarded herself as herself. Savior.

  These rich people have nothing good.

  What kind of identification result seems to be, what are the three letters?

  DNA.

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“The Dye Heart Project has already been applied by the scientific research teams of many hospitals. I have already sent you the application list and topics. It is currently in the preliminary review stage. By the end of this month, the Foundation was invited to hold a volunteer week lecture at Jiangzhou University. The inviter is you...but you are now meditating to heal your wounds. I did not reply to the other party, mainly because of your injuries..."

   "Why don't you agree to it for me."

  "Good." The foundation is now managed by a professional team. The manager, Qiao Shuang, has strong business abilities and years of experience in the industry. Since she took over the foundation, everything has been well organized.

  Hang up the phone, Ming Jing lifted the teapot and poured a cup of tea.

  The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and in the next instant, a black shadow swept in like a whirlwind, involuntarily taking away the tea bowl in Ming Jing's hand, and slammed it with a violent "pudong, pudong".

  Tasting tea is like drinking a cow, which is tantamount to a cow chewing a peony.

  Ding mirror brushed the cold dew brought by the other party, and said lightly: "No one will grab you, drink slowly."

  Zheng Qing photographed the tea bowl and stared at the mirror: "Do you know Bo Yujiang?"

  Ming Jing said with a smile: "I have had a fate."

  "Do you know who the author of Yun Shangfeng is?"

   "Thin jade ginger."

   "Then do you know who Bo Yujiang is?" These words went around, and if I changed my mind, I was dizzy.

  The light in the mirror became deeper and deeper, and the lips smiled softly: "Who is it?"

  Zheng Qing stared at her carefully and looked at her carefully, let her disappointed, she couldn't see anything.

  A teenage girl does a great job of managing facial expressions, and is even more sophisticated than a decades-old rivers and lakes.

  Zheng Qing muttered the enchantment in her heart, "Miss Bo family, there are still a few Bo family in Jiangzhou. Tsk tsk, but I didn’t expect that she turned out to be the Bo family’s eldest, I just said that she is not like ordinary people."

"But when it comes to the Bo family." Zheng Qing took a snack to fill her mouth, and said as she ate, "A few years ago, I was in the wealthy circle of Jingzhou, but I heard some rumors about this young lady of the Bo family. She probably When she was three or four years old, she was lost. The Bo family has been looking for her for more than ten years. She was only found by the Bo family twelve years ago. I heard that the previous experience was bitter. Once I became the eldest lady, it was a bitter and happy. "

  Zheng Qing glanced at the girl who was sitting peacefully across from her, her expression still indistinguishable.

  Are you guessing wrong?

  She found out about Bo Yujiang in the past few days. She had only heard of this person before and had nothing to do with her. As a result, this Bo Yujiang turned out to be the author of Yun Shangfeng. Is there such a coincidence in the world?

  She doesn’t believe it.

  Until three days ago, she saw Bo Yujiang himself, which gave her a familiar feeling.

  Zheng Qing pointed to himself: "Do you know what my nickname is?"

  "Ghost turns into Qingluan."

Zheng Qing snapped his fingers and pointed to his face: "I am superb with this skill, and no one can match it. It is commonly known as face changing. Except for top cosmetic surgeons, no one understands faces better than me. The bones move towards, such as your height against the sky, who can tell that you are a 13-year-old girl, I know at a glance."

Zheng Qing swallowed his snack, sipped his tea, and continued: "I saw Bo Yujiang's face that day. Good fellow, this cosmetic surgeon is really amazing. I don't show any traces of it, but I can't hide my golden eyes, but She should never..."

  Zheng Qing suddenly patted the table, filled with righteous indignation: “It’s just like Ayu, it’s disgusting that her mother opened the door to Disgusting, and it’s disgusting to go home.”

  (End of this chapter)