The old lady was sitting on the sofa pasting cardboard boxes. Ye Zhiguo was watching TV. Ye Qing was moved and asked loudly, "Dad, what blood type are you?"
Ye Zhiguo was stunned, "Type O, why did you suddenly ask about the blood type?"
"In biology class today, the teacher said that the blood type of the child is basically the same as that of the father. If you are type O, then I must be type O. The teacher also said that blood type does not determine parentage, but genetic testing is required."
Ye Qingqing made a random talk, Ye Zhiguo didn't take it seriously, but the more he listened, the more serious his expression became.
Some time ago, he took Ye Lan to the hospital to test his blood type. Ye Lan was type B, and he was type B too. Ye Zhiguo felt relieved.
But now...
"What is genetic identification?" Ye Zhiguo asked.
"It's a paternity test. You can test it with your hair. It's 100 percent accurate, and it can be tested by the Pingjiang No. 1 People's Hospital. Our teacher said that many men brought their children to test, and they all ended up getting divorced!"
"Why do you want a divorce?" The old lady didn't understand.
Ye Qingqing said with a smile, "Because it was identified as not biological~www.novel35.com~ even wearing a cuckold and still not getting a divorce!"
She glanced quietly, Ye Zhiguo was thoughtful, it seemed that her words had an effect.
A few days later, Ye Lan went home and stayed at home for one night.
The next day, Ye Zhiguo took a shift and rested, carrying a few small plastic bags, and went to the First People's Hospital.
Ye Qingqing was in school and didn't know it, but Lu Mo had been secretly monitoring Ye Zhiguo, and he knew the slightest movement.
Lu Mo quietly followed Ye Zhiguo to the First People's Hospital, and he was simple and easy to recognize, even standing in front of Ye Zhiguo.
Ye Zhiguo put several small bags in the briefcase, and in the small bags were him, Ye Lan, and Ye Hua's hair.
Ye Qingqing's words that day caused a thorn in Ye Zhiguo's heart, and he had to figure it out, otherwise the thorn would never be pulled out.