Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang frowned slightly and drank water.

   Zhang Yue'e received He Junfeng's wink, coughed lightly, and opened her mouth to persuade her granddaughter, but Su Haitang stopped her with a glance.

   "Headmaster, this matter is very sudden, and I can't manage it in a hurry. I understand your sincerity, and I deeply sympathize with your lover, but I also have my difficulties."

   "To put it bluntly, no one can be sure that I am the daughter of the two of you. I believe you understand the strangeness of that anonymous letter better than me."

  Su Haitang rubbed the water cup with her fingers and looked straight at He Junfeng.

   "Yes." He Junfeng did not deny it and waited for her next sentence.

  Su Haitang saw that he was so calm, so he put his heart down a little.

  It’s good to be able to communicate, but I’m afraid to meet a self-righteous person like Yu Ge again.

   "Looks like you guys are desperately ill and go to the doctor." Su Haitang took another sip of water and asked calmly.

   "I'll just ask, if I went to the imperial capital with you, and suddenly another anonymous letter appeared, telling you the whereabouts of the real daughter of the He family, what would you do then?"

  He Junfeng's eyes flickered slightly, and his face was a little sad.

   "I understand your concern. It's just Fang Qiong's body, I'm afraid it won't last that long."

   Immediately he smiled slightly, looking directly at her to assure.

   "As soon as I saw you, I felt familiar. You were seven or eight similar to Fang Qiong when she was young. You are my daughter, and you should be inseparable."

   "If you are still worried, you can go to the hospital for a blood test. The relevant witnesses from that year are also under intensive investigation, and the results will be available soon."

  Su Haitang lightly tapped the water glass with her fingers, and looked at his elegant face.

"There are only a few blood types, and the chance of overlapping is too high to be accurate. I believe you have also investigated. Liu Lancui and I have been tested not long ago, and we both have type O blood. I believe you or your lover also has this blood type, right? "

  Su Haitang shook her head slowly, disapproving of the small pit in the words of Chief He.

   "And I don't think I can pick out the similarities in your looks, let alone feel the intimacy of blood."

   "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that the consequences of misidentification are serious, and I have to be cautious."

   He Junfeng's eyes flashed with brilliance, but he didn't expect that she would also be smart and smart in the countryside, and she felt even more favorable in her heart, so she quickly expressed her stance.

   "It doesn't matter if you misidentify. I can recognize you as my goddaughter. Anyway, you are considered to be filial to Fang Qiong and die. I will still thank you very much."

   Immediately, he asked suddenly: "Are you afraid that others will gossip behind your back? It doesn't matter, I can arrange a job for you in the imperial capital, so you don't have to come back in the future."

  Su Haitang raised her eyebrows, took a sip of saliva, and swallowed it slowly.

   She really didn't expect that the conditions offered by the He family were so high. Arranging work in the imperial capital is equivalent to a carp leaping over the dragon gate, right?

   She held the water glass in both hands and showed a faint smile.

   "I understand your sincerity, just," she frowned in embarrassment and sighed. "I really don't want to say something too plain. The truth is always bad. Please forgive me for being clumsy and timid. Don't be angry."

   "What I'm worried about is, if I'm really a fake, and you suddenly find the real biological daughter, but I've already shown my face in front of the patient, what should I do?"

   "Is it wrong to make mistakes? Wouldn't that go against your original intention of seeking my help? Wouldn't you feel regretful and unwilling?"

   "Your lover's time is not much left, it is extremely precious, it is possible to be wasted by a fake like me, or to learn the truth and be so angry that there is an accident. And I can't afford this responsibility."

   She shook her head slowly, her face heavy.

   "Life and death are no trivial matter. I really don't dare to take risks at will, I'm afraid of taking responsibility, I'm also afraid that my conscience will be difficult for the rest of my life, and I'm even more afraid that there will be an extra powerful enemy. Please forgive me."