Chapter 172 Can’t calm down, plunder! 【2 updates】
"Calm down, be sure to be calm..." Fang Qingya took deep breaths, "Yunyi said nothing wrong. Two O-type blood can produce AB type, yes..."
There are many professional terms on the previous pages of the appraisal results, and Fang Qingya can''t understand them at all.
She has been not good at studying since she was a child and hates studying.
Being barely passed the high school entrance exam, the Fang family plans to send her abroad.
The more you turned, the more Fang Qingya''s hands shook.
Until the last page, her eyes suddenly widened.
[V. Identification conclusion]:
After identification by the appraisal center, A and B are not mother-daughter relationships.
Fang Qingya was breathing rapidly and hurriedly opened the second appraisal document.
[V. Identification conclusion]:
After the appraisal center, A and C are not father-daughter relationships.
Fang Qingya secretly made an appraisal, and of course she didn''t dare to use her real name.
At this moment, she was completely panicked when she looked at the two appraisal results.
She is really not the child of the head of the Fang family and Mrs. Fang? !
what to do?
What should I do?
When she was twenty-three years old, how could she not be the daughter of the Fang family? !
Then who is?
Whose position did she occupy?
For a moment, Fang Qingya''s thoughts were in a mess. It was not until the sound of footsteps woke her up that she tore the appraisal certificate apart like crazy and ran back to the Fang family.
"Xiaoya, where have you been running again?" Seeing her, Mrs. Fang took a deep breath, "How many times have I said that I will not be allowed to leave the house without my permission in the future."
"Mom, I know I''m wrong." Fang Qingya burst into tears, "I will definitely listen to you in the future. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Mrs. Fang was shocked: "Xiaoya, you won''t be stimulated by anything, right?"
Fang Qingya has always been arrogant and never showed such an expression. What happened?
"Mom, I ran out of the house and fell and injured today. I thought I was going to die." Fang Qingya sobbed, "I will be obedient, don''t drive me away."
"I think you fell stupid." Mrs. Fang frowned, "You are my daughter, why would I drive you away? Wash your hands and have dinner quickly."
Fang Qingya couldn''t help but tremble.
She had a ghost in her heart, and this sentence completely changed her meaning to her-
If she was not a member of the Fang family, wouldn’t she be driven away?
No... absolutely not!
As long as she keeps this secret, no one will know it.
A trace of sinisterness flashed through Fang Qingya''s eyes. She had to find the real daughter of the Fang family first and then get rid of it immediately!
Only in this way can she feel at ease.
**
The next day, Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School, Psychological Counseling Room.
Ye Wanlan pushed open the door.
The sun is just right, floating in from the window, scattered on the man''s long silver-white hair, shining brightly and brilliantly.
"Miss Ye sits." Yan Tingfeng coughed slightly twice, his face slightly pale compared to usual days, "I am not in good health, I laughed."
Ye Wanlan didn''t say anything, just glanced at him.
Yan Tingfeng silently for a moment, but still stretched out his hand.
Seeing this scene, Binghe was very surprised.
He reached out and hit the iron horse''s arm, lowered his voice and said, "Tie Tie, I have never seen the young master be so obedient. Miss Ye is really a god, which makes me admire him."
Tiema had a expressionless face: "I advise you not to say anything."
Binghe wondered, "Why? I''m telling the truth."
Tiema still had no expression: "Because I will complain."
Ginghe: “…”
It turns out that the real villain is actually by his side!
"The breath is disordered, and the internal force fluctuations are abnormal." Ye Wanlan pressed Yan Tingfeng''s chest with his other hand, and his tone was cold, "I''m not allowed to vomit it out."
As soon as this sentence fell, Yan Tingfeng vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Sir!" Binghe and Tiema were both shocked.
"No obstacle." Yan Tingfeng raised his hand to stop, "It''s blood stasis, it''s okay."
"I know it''s blood stasis, but I don''t know how uncomfortable or painful it is?" Ye Wanlan took out a tissue and wiped the blood from his lips. "What have you done?"
Yan Tingfeng shook his head, chuckled and sighed: "It''s a disease, it''s two or three times a year, but it doesn''t hurt."
No matter how strong a person''s physical fitness is, it is a creature composed of cells.
Even if martial arts and magic can increase lifespan, it cannot be increased to three hundred years.
He woke up at the beginning of the 21st century and was able to open his eyes again because his body was instantly frozen after sleeping, and was protected by Beiming''s magic. But recently, Yan Tingfengyue felt that he was about to reach his limit.
It’s just that the mission has not been completed, and there are too many regrets, and he always has to continue to hold on.
"So much blood doesn''t hurt." Ye Wanlan frowned, "Xueqing happened to give me a medicine today. I''ll cook the medicine. You drink these cups of tea first."
Yan Tingfeng responded gently without any resistance.
Binghe really wanted to continue complaining, but he was afraid that Tiema would use him to exchange for the bonus, so he could only swallow all his words into his stomach.
"Oh, I''ve just been out for a while, why is there a smell of blood in the room?" Rong Yu walked in and was a little surprised, "Have you destroyed the corpse in the room?"
Yan Tingfeng raised his eyes slightly and said lightly: "You can try it."
"Hi, I''m joking." Rong Yu said, "I just met Ye. She was treating you, right? You should be content if you can meet Ye. I think you can live a hundred years old."
Yan Tingfeng supported his head with his hands and smiled faintly when he heard the word "I''ll lend you auspicious words."
"By the way, it''s three months, haven''t you found that woman?" Rong Yu asked, "Look at her neat methods, I guess she must be a regular customer on the hacker list. She must be in the Global Center. No wonder Jiangcheng can''t find it."
Yan Tingfeng''s eyes were dark and his right fingers were buckled into a ring, tapping the palm of his left hand lightly without saying a word.
"You haven''t even found it. Bureau 723 helped find it, right? No." Rong Yu suddenly said, "Why would you like to ask student Ye to help find it? Her method of restoring surveillance is amazing!"
"What are you looking for?" Ye Wanlan pushed the door and brought a bowl of medicine.
"Look—" Rong Yu just spoke a word, and Yan Tingfeng, who was standing up, pressed his shoulder.
He only felt murderous intent wrapped him up, as if a knife would be unsheathed in the next moment, cutting off his throat.
"Look for someone. Last time a beggar''s clothing sneaked into China, he suddenly ran away again." Yan Tingfeng replied with a smile, "I suspect someone helps him, but I can''t find any trace, so it''s hard to speak to you."
Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows: "Well, I will help you find it."
Although Wen Chaosheng, the ghost-fighting brother, is not very concise, he is not a bad person, and she will help cover up.
"I''ve drunk the medicine." Ye Wanlan put the medicine bowl in front of Yan Tingfeng, "It''s boiled temporarily, it''s a bit bitter. I''ll give you a candy after drinking it."
Yan Tingfeng picked up the bowl of medicine and seemed to sigh again: "Miss Ye is very skillful in coaxing children."
"I have always been polite first and then soldiers." Ye Wanlan waited for him to finish drinking and took out a candy from his pocket, "If you don''t take the initiative to drink it, I will force it."
Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and said slowly: "I haven''t tried this method of drinking medicine."
You can try it next time.
**
On the other side, the Archaeological Center of Yunjing Cultural Relics Bureau.
At the gate, Professor Xue looked at the middle-aged man who almost knelt down and hugged his thighs and said helplessly: "What are you doing with me? Don''t follow me."
"Old Xue, she really doesn''t sell it?" The middle-aged man reluctantly, "This is a dagger made by the King of Yan himself, and I really can''t bear to give up."
"Go and go, it''s not enough to have Princess Yongning''s Tongxin Pei and Princess Jing''an''s Jin Buyao?" Professor Xue glared, "Don''t be too greedy. I still expect us to turn the trend in archaeological projects in the future."
"Oh, let me touch it again, just a moment." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, but Professor Xue took it and put it in the box.
"Stop touching, I still have to catch the plane."
"Okay, okay, you go to Jiangcheng first, I will go to see him." The middle-aged man sighed and turned back.
Professor Xue hugged the box tightly and wiped his sweat: "This group of old people is really difficult to deal with."
But it’s not their fault that cultural relics of this level don’t want to let go. He has to send them back to Ye Wanlan as soon as possible.
Professor Xue was about to get on the car when a slightly arrogant voice sounded from behind him: "Wait, have you let you go? I haven''t let you go yet."
Someone around him spoke respectfully: "Young Master Xiang Si."
Xiang family?
Professor Xue turned around and the person who came was a young boy who looked very young.
"I heard from my family that a dagger made by the King of Yan came here." The boy shrugged, "I''ll come and take a look, right?"
Before Professor Xue could react, the young man stepped forward and reached out to open the box, his eyes lit up: "It was indeed made by King Yan!"
He directly ordered the guard beside him to control Professor Xue and picked up the box containing the dagger himself.
Professor Xue widened his eyes: "What are you doing? This is not your thing!"
"Why isn''t it?" the boy turned around, "Listen, old guy, my surname is Xiang."
Professor Xue angrily said, "What''s wrong with your surname Xiang?"
He is a member of the Xiang family, a descendant of the Xiang royal family, and the cultural relics should have belonged to him. Now the directors of the Yunjing Museum are all his uncles. What''s the problem with him taking a dagger?
No.
"Anyway, you don''t mean to send this dagger to the museum. What''s wrong with it?" The young man slapped Professor Xue in the face with a dagger, "Tell the original owner of this dagger that if you have the ability, come to Xiang''s house to get it."
?When I was typing in the past two days, my cat kept jumping on my keyboard... Damn it!
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(This chapter ends)