Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 60

Rong Weishan took it in confusion.

"DNA test report—"

Rong Weishan subconsciously read the words on the appraisal certificate.

Suddenly, he stared at Rong Zheng with wide eyes, "You...you have an illegitimate child outside?"

Is he going to be a grandpa?

After a while, he muttered to himself, "No way, no way. My son shouldn't be so scumbag."

Rong Zheng: "You should read the report first."

Rong Weishan opened the identification book in surprise.

Lines of professional data gave him a headache.

The key is that he can't understand these professional medical data either.

Fortunately, he is also a TV drama expert who has surveyed various idol dramas and dog blood dramas, and knows that the general conclusion of this kind of test report is on the last page.

Rong Weishan turned directly to the last page, the last line.

"After our company's identification, there is no biological parent-child relationship between the inspected father and the child."

who?

Who are the father and the child under investigation?

Who is not biologically related to whom?

Rong Weishan turned to the first page of the appraisal book again.

Check the conclusions on the last page, as well as the names of the father and the children.

Rong Weishan suddenly remembered a sentence he had read while surfing the Internet - "I was stupid back then."

Rong Weishan is in such a state now.

Fluffy is not his son?

He held the identification certificate with trembling hands, and looked up at his eldest son, "Xiao Zheng, what the hell is going on here?"

Rong Zheng was silent.

He sat on the sofa in the study and took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table.

Clamped in hand, ignited.

Rong Weishan sat beside him, "Is there a cigarette? Give me one too."

Rong Zheng looked at him.

Rong Weishan urged him, "Hurry up, give me one. I know I can't smoke, I just smell it."

Rong Zheng silently handed over the cigarette.

Rong Weishan took it in his hand and sniffed it hard, and it could be regarded as a dry addiction.

"Go ahead."

…

Rong Zheng slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "The day Rongrong was sent to the hospital for rescue, I heard a conversation between two nurses outside the emergency room, saying that the hospital was in short supply of type O blood at that time."

Through the smoke, Rong Zheng met his father Rong Weishan's gaze, "My mother and I both have type AB blood, and you are type A. A type A and type AB couple cannot have a type O child."

Rong Weishan rubbed the cigarette in his hand, his heart was already in a mess, and he was still persuading himself, persuading his eldest son: "But back then, when your mother was born fluffy, I stood there. Outside the delivery room, I watched with my own eyes the fluffy the nurse held out. There is no other mother giving birth in the independent delivery room. It is absolutely impossible for the child to be held by mistake."