"Genetic identification of uncles who can know can do?" The small milk bag is full of interest in such issues, can not help but ask.

"Yes, I want a few, my uncle is looking for a few!" Shi Yanyang flipped through the documents and lazily returned to him.

The small milk bag is really solid.

As long as you can find someone who can be identified, the rest will be easy.

I can't get the blood of Luo Yibei, it's much simpler to get his hair!

The small milk bag sat for a while here, and he ran back to Luo Yibei’s office, his eyes staring brightly at his hair, carrying his little hand in the office and walking over, turning his head. I have been figuring out how to get his hair.

When Luo Yibei was working, he watched him walk in front of himself, walked over, walked over, and walked over again, seeing that his eyes were spent.

The brow was wrinkled, and Luo Yibei put down the documents in his hand and raised his face. "Baby, is there something?"

"爹地~" The little milk bag called him sweetly, and walked a few steps, licking his leg and trying to climb his thigh.

Luo Yibei took the opportunity to pick him up, placed it on his lap, coveted, suspiciously asked, "What?"

The small milk bag recruited a small hand and motioned him to bend his head.

"Is there something to say to you?" Luo Yibei lowered his head according to his request, and his face was closer to him.

"The hairstyle is really beautiful. I want to cut a haircut that is the same as the one." The small milk bag took his flattering, and the small hand was inserted into his hair, pulling out his hair.

He is hard-drawn and his movements are rude.

How can people who are so sensitive to Luo Yibei feel like they can't feel it?

A little bit painful, his brow wrinkled, and he looked at the little milk bag with a weird look. "Will you want to cherish your hair?"

"Yeah, yeah!" The little milk bag followed his words and stared at the hairs held in his hands, and the heart had already opened the flowers.

Luo Yi's north corner of the eye, gave him a blank eye.

"Hey, you continue to be busy, I go to other places to turn around." The small milk bag was smashed, and it was shrunk from his leg, and he went back to Shi Yanyang.

However, when he arrived, Shi Yangyang had already gone out.

There is only Schloed in the office.

Schloed saw him, and he greeted him with enthusiasm. "Hey, baby, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The small milk bag did not find Shi Yangyang, which was very disappointing.

I could stare at Schloed and the smile on his face came out again.

Why didn't he think of it?

In fact, it is more appropriate to find Shi Luo to help with the appraisal!

Schroth is not as cautious as Shi Yanyang, and his nerves are thick and thick. If he really helps him, he may not have asked as much as Shi Yanyang.

The smile smiled at Schloed, and the small milk bag signaled him to the past. "Little Lolo, you help me a lot!"

"What is it?" Schloed walked over at his request and squatted in front of him.

The small milk bag placed Luo Yibei's hair in his hand, and hid his hand behind his head. He took a few slaps of his own and gave it to him. "Help me take this to identify it?" ?"

"Who is with whom?" Schloin didn't notice his little movements, and he frowned.

"I will tell you after you help me identify!" The little milk bag played with him mysteriously.

Gene identification is not a big deal. Schloed didn't even hesitate, and he agreed very quickly. "Well, my uncle will help you!"