Chapter 172 Can’t calm down, plunder! 【2 more】
"Calm down, be sure to calm down..." Fang Qingya kept taking deep breaths, "Yun Yi is right, two people with type O blood can give birth to type AB, yes..."
There were a lot of professional terms in the first few pages of the appraisal results, which Fang Qingya couldn't understand at all.
She has never been good at studying since she was a child and hates studying.
After barely passing high school, the Fang family planned to send her abroad.
The more she turned, the more Fang Qingya's hands shook.
Until the last page, her eyes suddenly widened.
[V. Appraisal Conclusion]:
After appraisal by the appraisal center, A and B are not related to mother and daughter.
Fang Qingya breathed quickly and hurriedly opened the second appraisal certificate.
[V. Appraisal Conclusion]:
After appraisal by the appraisal center, A and C are not father and daughter.
Fang Qingya did the appraisal secretly, but of course she didn't dare to use her real name.
At this moment, she looked at the two identification results and was completely panicked.
She is really not the child of Patriarch Fang and Mrs. Fang? !
what to do?
What to do?
At the age of twenty-three, how could she not be the daughter of the Fang family? !
So who is?
Whose place does she occupy?
For a moment, Fang Qingya's thoughts were in confusion. It wasn't until the sound of footsteps woke her up that she frantically tore the appraisal certificate into pieces and ran back to Fang's house.
"Xiaoya, where did you go again?" Seeing her, Mrs. Fang took a deep breath, "How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to leave the house without my permission in the future."
"Mom, I know I was wrong." Fang Qingya cried bitterly, "I will definitely listen to you from now on, and I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Mrs. Fang couldn't help being surprised: "Xiaoya, you won't be stimulated by anything, right?"
Fang Qingya has always been arrogant and would never show such an expression. What happened?
"Mom, I ran out of the house today and fell. I thought I was going to die." Fang Qingya sobbed, "I will be obedient, don't drive me away."
"I think you fell silly." Mrs. Fang frowned, "You are my daughter, how could I drive you away? Wash your hands and eat quickly."
Fang Qingya couldn't help but shiver.
There was something wrong in her mind, and the meaning of this sentence completely changed to her ears——
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.
Fang Qingya's eyes flashed with a trace of sinisterness. She must first find the real daughter of the Fang family and then get rid of her immediately!
Only in this way can she feel at ease.
**
The next day, Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School, psychological consultation room.
Ye Banglan opened the door.
The sun was just right, drifting in from the window and scattering on the man's long silver-white hair, shining brightly and brilliantly.
"Miss Ye, sit down." Yan Tingfeng coughed twice, and his face looked a little pale compared to usual. "I'm not in good health. I'm just kidding."
Ye Banglan didn't say anything, just glanced at him.
Yan Tingfeng was silent for half a second and then stretched out his hand.
Seeing this scene, Binghe was very surprised.
He reached out and bumped Tie Ma's arm, and lowered his voice and said: "Tie Tie, I have never seen the young master be so obedient. Miss Ye is really a god, and I admire her deeply."
Tiema's face was expressionless: "I advise you not to say anything."
Binghe wondered: "Why? I'm telling the truth."
Tiema remained expressionless: "Because I will file a complaint."
Glacier: "..."
It turns out that the real villain is by his side!
"The breath is disordered and the internal energy fluctuates abnormally." Ye Banlan pressed his other hand on Yan Tingfeng's chest and said in a cold tone, "Spit it out, don't hold it back."
As soon as he said these words, Yan Tingfeng spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Sir!" Binghe and Tiema were both shocked.
"It's okay." Yan Tingfeng raised his hand to stop, "It's congestion, it's okay."
"You know it's bruises but you still bear it, don't you know how uncomfortable and painful it is?" Ye Banlan took out a tissue again and wiped the blood off his lips, "What did you do?"
Yan Tingfeng shook his head, smiled softly and sighed: "It's an illness. It happens two or three times every year. It doesn't actually hurt."
No matter how strong the human body is, it is still a living thing composed of cells.
Even if martial arts and magic can increase life span, it is impossible to increase it to three hundred years.
He woke up at the beginning of the 21st century. He was able to open his eyes again because his body was instantly frozen after falling asleep, and he was protected by Beiming's magic. But recently, Yan Tingfeng felt more and more that he was reaching his limit.
It's just that the mission has not been completed, there are too many regrets, and he will always continue to hold on.
"There is so much blood, but it doesn't hurt." Ye Banlan frowned, "Xue Qing just gave me a portion of medicine today. I'm going to make the medicine. You drink these cups of tea first."
Yan Tingfeng complied meekly without any resistance.
Binghe wanted to continue complaining, but he was afraid that Tie Ma would exchange him for bonuses, so he could only swallow his words.
"Hey, I just went out for a while, why does the house smell like blood?" Rong Yu walked in, a little surprised, "Did you destroy the corpses in the house?"
Yan Tingfeng raised his eyes slightly and said calmly: "You can try it."
"Hey, I'm joking." Rong Yu said, "I just met Classmate Ye. She is treating you, right? Just be satisfied with meeting Classmate Ye. I think you can live a long life."
Yan Tingfeng held his head in his hands and smiled lightly when he heard this: "Then I'll lend you some good words."
"By the way, it's been three months and you haven't found that woman yet?" Rong Yu asked, "You see how neat her methods are. I guess she must be a regular on the hacker list. She must be in the Global Center. No wonder Jiangcheng is looking for her. Not yet.”
Yan Tingfeng's eyes were dark, and he clasped the fingers of his right hand into a ring and tapped the palm of his left hand without saying a word.
"I haven't even found you. Did Bureau 723 help me find it? No." Rong Yu suddenly said, "Why don't you ask Classmate Ye to help you find her? Her method of restoring surveillance is amazing!"
"What are you looking for?" Ye Wanlan opened the door and came in, holding a bowl of medicine.
"Looking for—" As soon as Rong Yu said one word, Yan Tingfeng stood up and held his shoulders.
He only felt a murderous aura surrounding him, as if a knife would be unsheathed and cut off his throat in the next moment.
"Looking for someone, last time a beggar sneaked into China, but suddenly ran away again." Yan Tingfeng replied with a slight smile, "I suspect someone is helping him, but I can't find any traces, and it's hard to tell you. "
Ye Banglan raised his eyebrows: "Well, I will help you look for it."
Although Wen Chaosheng, the ghost-fighting brother, was not very popular, he was not a bad person, and she would help cover it up.
"Drink the medicine." Ye Banlan placed the medicine bowl in front of Yan Tingfeng, "I made it temporarily and it's a bit bitter. I'll give you a candy after you drink it."
Yan Tingfeng picked up the bowl of medicine and seemed to sigh again: "Miss Ye is very skilled in coaxing children."
"I always treat you with courtesy first, then attack." Ye Banlan waited for him to finish drinking, then took out a candy from his pocket, "If you don't take the initiative to drink, I will force-fed it."
Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and said calmly: "I have never tried this method of drinking medicine."
You can try it next time.
**
On the other side, the Archaeological Center of the Yunjing Cultural Relics Bureau.
At the gate, Professor Xue looked at the middle-aged man who almost knelt down to hug his thigh, and said helplessly: "Why are you following me? Stop following me."
"Old Xue, she really doesn't want to sell it?" The middle-aged man reluctantly said, "This is a dagger made by King Yan himself. I really can't bear to part with it."
"Go, go, Princess Yongning's Tongxin Pei and Princess Jing'an's Golden Bu Yao are not enough?" Professor Xue glared, "Don't be too greedy. I still count on us to turn the tide for future archaeological projects."
"Hey, let me touch it again, just once." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, but Professor Xue took it and put it into the box.
"Stop touching it, I have to catch a flight."
"Okay, okay, you go to Jiangcheng first, I will go see him." The middle-aged man sighed and turned back.
Professor Xue hugged the box tightly and wiped his sweat: "These old guys are really difficult to deal with."
But it's no wonder that they didn't want to let go of a cultural relic of this level. He had to send it back to Ye Banlan as soon as possible.
Professor Xue was about to get in the car when a slightly arrogant voice sounded from behind him: "Wait, are you letting me go? I haven't let you go yet."
Someone beside him said respectfully: "Young Master Xiang Si."
Xiang family?
Professor Xue turned around and saw a young man who looked very young.
"I heard from my family that a dagger made by King Yan is here." The young man shrugged, "I came over to take a look. It's in the box, right?"
Before Professor Xue could react, the young man stepped forward, stretched out his hand to open the box, and his eyes lit up: "It was indeed made by King Yan!"
He directly ordered the guards beside him to control Professor Xue, and he picked up the box containing the dagger.
Professor Xue's eyes widened: "What are you doing? This is not your thing!"
"Why not?" The young man turned his head, "Listen up, old man, my last name is Xiang."
Professor Xue said angrily: "What happened to your last name?"
He is a descendant of the Xiang family, the Xiang royal family, and the cultural relics should belong to his family. Now the director of the Yunjing Museum is his uncle. What's wrong with him holding a dagger?
No.
"Anyway, you have no intention of sending this dagger to the museum. What's wrong with me?" The young man patted Professor Xue's face with the dagger. "Tell the original owner of this dagger to come to Xiang's house to get it if you have the ability." ”
When I was typing in the past two days, my cat kept jumping on my keyboard... Damn it!
See you tomorrow~~
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