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Chapter 2:The Mother of His Child

The president's office at the top.

Black and white decoration style, simple and generous.

At this moment, the large space is full of forced breath, and all the oppressors cannot even lift their heads...

"The cold is less, have asked, no one saw how this child appeared, the monitoring can not find..."

This child is like coming out of nowhere.

There is no trace.

"What do you mean?"Can't find it?"The colder the sound, cold to the chill.

As soon as he raised his hand, he threw the DNA test report on his hand on the table, and his black eyes sank.

A child so young cannot be here.

“Also, the child’s DNA test report has confirmed that it’s true...” The bodyguard scalped back.

This baby is his daughter...

In the large office, the breath was low as the silence before the storm.

Only the little glutinous rice clumps on the sofa remained, without feeling the breath of danger, and the big black eyes blinked.

The colder he climbed over, a face of hugging.

A pair of eyes on his eyes, small mouth, a cry of milk.

“The porridge...”

“...”

The cold chest shook, an indescribable throb, instantly penetrated the limbs of the hundred skeletons.

Looking at the little face that was very similar to her, black eyes, immediately, and thought that her origin was unknown...

The complex emotions poured into his heart, and he reached out and pulled his tie.

Suddenly, a small hairy head rubbed his chest, as if looking for something...

“Driving Grandmother...”

His body is slightly frozen!

The next second, bow down.

Too late to react, just glimpsed the milk doll in his arms is grinning his mouth and happily biting toward his chest!

“Hush—”

-

Two years later.

“Master, get off at the hospital in front of you.”The young man carried the cake he had prepared with his own hand, and went to the registry office as soon as he got out of the car.

“Hello, I’m looking for Dr. Tan in psychitically...”

Please let me give up!Let's give up!"With a shout, the entrance to the hospital, quickly poured into a crowd and poured in her direction.

The bloodstains that irritate everyone’s pupils.

“What happened?”

"There was a car accident in the front street, and several injured people rushed to our hospital for rescue, the most serious injury was a child..." the doctor who came down from the ambulance and worried and told colleagues.

Hearing that the eyes of the young man subconsciously looked at the surgical cart in front of him.

A three-year-old girl lay quietly on it.

The white princess dress, stained with blood, delicate little face as pale as paper, a small body, curled up into a clump...

Just a glimpse of the heart of the year-old moustration inexplicably tightened!

"This child is B blood type B, but our hospital blood bank B blood emergency, from other hospitals may be too late!"Can anyone donate blood?”Someone came from the other direction, looking in a hurry.

“Suddenly, where am I going to find someone to donate blood?”

"What can I do?"Time waits for no one...”

The young man was still in the same place, full of the small face he had just seen, and he heard the doctor's words, almost instinctively rushed forward.

“I’m B-B, and I can donate it to her!”

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