Yan Shiting stared at her indifferent face, "I can give you time. Can you promise to stop playing tricks?"

"Xiaobao's hair, you got it yourself." She smiled lightly. "What else can I do?"

Her words made him breathless.

Does she mean that Xiaobao is his biological son?

Xiao Bao cried miserably holding him inexplicably, and said with tears that he missed him.

He suddenly understood that Xiao Bao said that he missed him for a long time!

Although her words are unclear, it is obvious that her previous behavior was to cover up Xiaobao's life, and that Xiaobao was his son!

The excitement of the mountains and rivers surged in his heart!

He clearly has no hope of having children, can he really have a son who is almost five years old, or is it the cute, handsome and smart baby that Xiao Bao makes him particularly fond of!

Excited to Leng Sen like him, there is still a urge to cry.

He really wanted to ask her a specific sentence out loud, "Is Cheng Xiaobao my real son!"

Watching her cold face, knowing that she has concerns, she needs time and he can give it.

Anyway, as soon as the third appraisal result came out, the question was no longer even necessary to ask her.

"I'll give you time. Think about it. I have something to go out." Yan Shiting finished and turned out of the room.

Cheng Yingxuan stood in front of the window and saw the driver Zheng Wei driving Aston Martin with five or eight license plates. Yan Shiting sat in the back seat and drove out of the villa.

She didn't ask him where to go.

I can guess.

Last night until now, he did not summon the next person, that is to say, he pulled out Xiaobao's hair and had not sent it out.

He is now carrying Xiao Bao's hair for identification.

Before she said well with Xiaobao, Xiaobao's life secret cannot tell Yan Shiting.

However, I couldn't bear it immediately.

Before confessing, she also wanted to discuss with Xiaobao.

In other words, if you can’t hide the secret, notify your son in advance.

...

A high-end hospital under the Yan family... Jiabaolu Hospital

The driver and bodyguard Zheng Wei stood waiting at the door.

In the VIP reception room, Yan Shiting was sitting on a luxurious leather sofa with a cup of steaming tea on the glass coffee table in front of him.

Wei Ximing, the chief physician of the male department of Jiabaolu Hospital, stood three steps away and said with some trembling, "Mr. Yan..."

"Dr. Wei, please sit down." Yan Shiting compared the other sofa seat on the side corner.

"No, don't dare." Wei Xi knows clearly his identity, how can he sit up with Yan Shaoping, "I just stand."

Yan Shiting is not nonsense, "Is it possible for my sperm to get live sperm now?"

The previous sperm test was done here, and questions about this matter are naturally here.

"There is no possibility." Wei Ximing sweated out coldly.

The whole hospital did not know the secret. He deleted the files and the results of the fine examination of President Yan.

Some people who had done something wrong with President Yan disappeared inexplicably, knowing too many people and not knowing where to go.

He just started to know that Mr. Yan was infertile, and it was really stressful.

I'm really afraid that President Yan will keep his mouth secret if he wants to keep the secret secret.

Fortunately, I have lived safely until now.

Yan Shiting knew the result long ago, and his eyebrows didn't wrinkle. "It's impossible now, what about five or six years ago?"

Wei Ximing thought for a while, "It is basically impossible. In your case, no live sperm can be produced."