As for Mrs. Xu's samples and hair, it was easier to collect than Song Weiyi.
After Song Weiyi and others left, Xu Zijin also collected the things he needed.
Such a big event should be done sooner rather than later, so Xu Zijin packed his things, carried them and went downstairs.
Mrs. Xu was sitting in the living room watching a TV show. When she saw Xu Zijin, she waved to him, "Zijin, sit down and talk to me."
That posture, Xu Zijin already knew, was the prelude to political class.
"Mom, something urgent happened in the company, and I need to rush there immediately."
"What? It's already half past nine. Why does it have to be this time? Can't it be tomorrow?" Mrs. Xu was excited and looked at Xu Zijin suspiciously.
"No, I'm in a hurry. Let's go first. I'll be back tomorrow." After Xu Zijin said this, he left directly regardless of whether Mrs. Xu agreed or not.
So, looking at the back of her son leaving in a hurry, Mrs. Xu sighed, what should I do if this goes on?
But I don't know, Xu Zijin didn't go to the company at all at this moment, but went to the hospital with the things in his bag.
He has a lot of contacts here, even though it is already night, even if Xu Zijin wants to find a doctor in the genetics department and ask them to measure the blood relationship between Song Weiyi and Mrs. Xu as quickly as possible, the doctor will still buy it of.
After Xu Zijin handed over the things to the doctor, he turned on his computer and went about his business smoothly.
The waiting time was not very long.
Because, his attention was all on his work, and Xu Zijin came back to his senses when the doctor came out with the results.
Look at the time, it's two o'clock in the morning.
A newly released report in front of him was handed over to him.
"Mr. Xu, after our identification, the two specimens you provided are indeed related by blood."
Before this conclusion came out, Xu Zijin guessed it.
It's just that when the doctor announced the result himself, I was still shocked.
More, it was a sigh of relief.
"Okay, I see, thank you for your hard work."
"It's what we should do."
Xu Zijin took the heavy report, put away the computer, and left the hospital.
And at the same time, Song Weiyi had a routine conversation with Pei Yibai before going to bed.
"Do you know what Xu Zijin told me today?"
Pei Yibai was playing a small game with his tablet, and he didn't know when he became interested in this kind of small game.
"Well, what?" He replied casually.
"He said that the Xu family lost a daughter before."
Pei Yibai finally raised his head, but with a strange expression.
"These are Xu family's secrets, right? Why would he tell you this?" What is Xu Zijin thinking?
Usually Song Weiyi didn't have close contact with him, so the motive for doing so was hard to figure out.
"Don't worry about this, just listen to me." Song Weiwei put on a tiger face, telling him not to interrupt himself.
"Okay, tell me, I'll listen." Now, he put down his face and listened carefully to his wife.
"I don't know if you have noticed, but in Xu's living room, there is a wall with many photos hanging on it." Song Weiwei reminded.
The number of times Pei Yibai went to Xu's house was far less than that of Song Weiyi.
Didn't notice any photos either.
So he just shook his head and said no.
"I guessed it. But I noticed, and, I also saw a photo of Mrs. Xu when she was young..."
"What does the photo have to do with what Xu Zijin told you?" Pei Yibai raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, because I haven't finished my main point. The photos of Mrs. Xu when she was young look very similar to my mother." Song Weiwei took a deep breath.
Pei Yibai is very smart, Song Weiyi first elicited the secret that Xu Zijin said, and then said that Mrs. Xu looks very similar to his deceased mother-in-law, so...
"You mean, maybe Mrs. Xu and your mother..."
"I'm not sure." Song Weiyi shook his head and whispered.
"The first time I saw the photo of Mrs. Xu, I really thought it was my mother who looked very similar when she was young. But there are so many similar people in the world, I think I thought too much. I don't care."
"But today, Xu Zijin told me that the Xu family lost a daughter many years ago."
"What a coincidence." Pei Yibai rubbed his chin.
"Besides, Xu Zijin also said, let me and Mrs. Xu become relatives, because I fall in love with Mrs. Xu."
Pei Yibai's expression became even more playful, Xu Zijin's behavior was unusual.
"Don't agree yet." He hooked his lips, playing with Song Weiyi's long, white and tender fingers.
On weekdays, it would be good for Song Weiyi to have such a backer.
With Mrs. Xu's escort, Song's unique status can also be improved.
Naturally, Pei Yibai would not despise his wife's higher status.
But at this time, it is inappropriate to agree.
"Ah, I haven't thought about the question of whether to answer or not."
"The Xu family has lost their daughter, and Xu Zijin is cold and cold. Why would he tell you false secrets? He can directly mention his relationship with you instead of telling you the Xu family's secrets. But Xu Zijin is not like that. Do, on the contrary, specifically reveal it to you."
"You mean, Xu Zijin, did he do it on purpose? What is he doing?"
"What to do depends on Xu Zijin, maybe, how about testing you?"
"What's the point of testing me?"
"Oh, yes, I remembered." Song Weiyi suddenly got up from the bed.
"Earlier, Dean Zhang said that someone went to the orphanage to inquire about my mother. Could it be Xu Zijin..."
Song Weiyi's heart was beating wildly, this coincidence was too coincidental.
"Hehe, so that's the case." Pei Yibai raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was confirmed that this was Xu Zijin's deliberate temptation.
"Don't make any reaction to this matter. Go to Xu's house tomorrow to see if you can get something that Mrs. Xu personally uses, and do a blood test for you, whether it is your real grandmother, and I will tell you the result .”
"Okay." Song Weiwei suppressed his excitement and nodded.
In my heart, a surge of hope suddenly emerged. If my mother knew that grandma was still there, she must be happy, right?
Xu Zijin also said that the Xu family's daughter was missing, not discarded.
As for Pei Yibai, he had other plans.
"Do you have a picture of your mother?"
"Photos? No, in China, at our home." She was in a hurry to go abroad, so she never thought of taking photos.
"Which family? You tell me."
"Is there any use?"
"Naturally." Pei Yibai smiled.
Later, he called Wang Meng and asked him to get a photo of Song Weiyi's mother.