Chapter 311

The document bag is sealed.

It's printed with the parent-child identification center.

Musihan swept his eyes and was stopped by Nanzhi. Her thick curled lashes quivered, revealing her inner tension and uneasiness.

The beautiful and hard outline of Mushan's sculpture became tense in an instant. The big hand holding the document bag increased its strength, and the voice was heavy and dumb. "The little ghost and his father's?"

Nanzhi's scalp was numbed by his deep eyes.

It turned out that she didn't even look at it, and she didn't know how to answer him.

When he saw Nanzhi and didn't speak, his face was gloomy.

Nanzhi raised his hand and tried to grab the document bag in his big hand, but he quickly straightened up and raised the document in his big hand so that she could not get it.

"Mushan, this is my privacy. You have no right to interfere!"

Musi Han's long and bony hands clasped Nanzhi's wrists, threw her onto the wardrobe, then around her neck, pressed her to her strong chest.

"Musihan, what do you do..." Nanzhi raised his foot and kicked him, but he moved faster than her. His knees pushed her legs apart flexibly, and a long leg squeezed between her legs.

Now her posture, he clamped to death. Don't move at all.

Musihan looks down at the woman in his eyes and arms. He holds the document bag in one hand, has clean and tidy teeth, and takes a bite at the mouth of the bag.

"Musihan......"

"Shut up!" The man bit out the document in the document bag with his mouth and put it on the top of the woman's head. Only when he saw the top two names, his action froze instantly.

The name of the identified person is actually him and the kid

Mursi's cold and dark eyes contract quickly, and his fingers carrying documents are so strong that they almost crush the paper. At the same time, the hand that clasps the neck of Nanzhi also keeps adding gravity because of the tight muscle.

Nanzhiben was pressed tightly by him, and he kept tightening his arms. She felt that she was about to be strangled by him.

"Mushihan, what are your nerves?" Nanzhi's hands kept beating and scratching on his back.

She scratched a red mark on his back. He frowned and let her go.

Tall body, walk towards the window. Nanzhi wants to catch up, but he drinks coldly, "stand there, don't move."

Nanzhi is awed by the chilly and cold atmosphere on his body.

The heart in the chest became more and more nervous and uneasy -

musihan frowned tightly, and his fingers turned back stiffly and slowly.

Is the kid his son?

When did he have a relationship with Nanzhi?

More than four years ago?

Why doesn't he have an impression?

In a few seconds, there were countless doubts in his mind.

A heart is surging, excited and inconceivable -

on the last page, musihan swept to the bottom of the results at a glance.

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After musihan asked Nanzhi not to go there, she stood still and didn't move any more.

Looking at the results, she curled up her fingers.

It's less than a minute, but she seems to have passed a century.

There are only two possibilities, yes or no.

Nanzhi didn't think about it. If so, how should she face Musi Han --

if not, how can she explain to him --

after seeing the result, Musi Han turned around and looked at Nanzhi with deep eyebrows and eyes. "That night, I tried hard to tear my head, just to tear off some hair and little ghost's DNA?"

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