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Chapter 38: Is Yan Yan 7 Really Yan Yan?


Feng Jin and the others glanced at each other, all of them looking inexplicable.

"The seventh master has lost his temper recently for no reason, it's very inexplicable."

Ouyang left a sigh of tsk.

"It's not recently, it's that Yanyan Qi has been very inexplicable since he came today.

Dongfang Bo dropped a sentence, then got up and got on the elevator.

Feng Jin fell asleep, so he didn't get involved in the topic.

"The seventh master is not satisfied with Xiao Qi" paused, and Zuo Xiaoli felt that something was wrong, "Since you are not satisfied, why hire her" Ouyang Zuo took a sip of red wine, "Who knows, who can guess the mind of the Seventh Master." ” Zuo Xiaoli nodded approvingly.

Upstairs, Bo Qichen sat at his desk, staring at the appraisal report that had just been passed from his notebook with a somewhat complicated gaze.

The mobile phone on the side vibrate, Bo Qichen glanced at it, and then turned on the speaker: "Seventh Master, have you received the report?"

” "Hmm."

Bo Qichen replied lightly.

"I've used it as fast as I can, I took Yan Xiaojie's hair in the afternoon, and then I hurried back to make a comparison, and the results showed that she and the owner of the blood sample were related."

After a pause, this time the doctor also spoke in a very affirmative voice: "In other words, the blood sample you brought back from the Seventh Master is really the little young master of Yanyan."

The little young master Yanyan is still alive, and the seventh master has also met him, which shows that it is the will of heaven, and it is not in vain that the seventh master has insisted on finding the little master Yanyan for so many years.

Bo Qichen closed the notebook and said in a faint voice: "Don't tell anyone about this." ” "Eh, the other young masters are not either, is it okay?"

The Seventh Master decisively interrupted him: "No. 100% confidentiality. ” "Yes."

The doctor didn't dare to question what to do, and hung up the phone.

The room was quiet, and Bo Qichen's gaze involuntarily fell out of the window.

The evening breeze blew in, blowing up the white curtains, and you could faintly see the Big Dipper twinkling outside the window.

Indeed, as soon as Yan Yanqi entered Mansion No. 7, he felt that it was not a coincidence, his name was only one word missing, and the wound on his wrist was about the same position as the person who was at the bar that day.

That night at the bar, he smelled blood, and with the help of a tiny amount of light, he also saw the man's bloody fingers.

In fact, from the very beginning, he consciously regarded Yan Yan Qi as Yan Yan.

He knew he couldn't jump to conclusions, but every time he saw her face, it still felt so similar.

Yan Yan disappeared very early, and he didn't even have a photo from birth to one year old, but he went to Yan's house and saw a photo of the former wife of the Yan family in the attic, that is, a photo of Yan Yan's mother.

Yan Yan's mother's smile is not a little similar to the current Yan Yanqi, so when she saw Yan Yanqi smiling at herself at first glance, it was not entirely because she felt hypocritical that she put away her smile, but more importantly, she felt that the smile was too familiar and a little trance.

Of course, these are not the most direct evidence, after leaving the student union this afternoon, he called up the surveillance of the bar and compared the figure with the figure of Yan Yanqi

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