Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

"Let her in."

Chu Linchen raised his cold eyes, and a cold breath flashed through them.

The door opened, and a bodyguard in black came in pushing a wheelchair.

Before reaching Chu Linchen, Han Meng, who was sitting in the chair, greeted Chu Linchen with a smile: "Young Master Chu, I haven't seen you for a few days. How is your recovery?"

"Very good, don't worry about Miss Han." Chu Lin said coldly.

Compared with the smiling Han Meng, his face was very ugly.

On the stern face, the bluish-white color after losing too much blood remained faintly.

Seeing this, Han Meng smiled a little deeper.

She raised her hand to signal the bodyguard to stop the wheelchair, across a desk, across from Chu Linchen.

"Young Master Chu must be very curious about the reason why I came to you."

"Otherwise?" Chu Linchen glanced at her displeasedly, and didn't bother to go around with her, "Just speak up if you have something to say."

Han Meng was surprised. Chu Linchen was always calm and introverted, and he rarely showed any emotions. Why... is he so hot-tempered today?

She didn't know what to think of, so she smiled, "Young Master Chu is worried about that child named Weiwei, right? The so-called father-son bond, seeing the child suffering from illness must make you feel very uncomfortable..."

Chu Lin narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and said warningly, "Who told you that was my son?"

Han Meng didn't take it seriously, and stopped playing around, explaining why he came: "I'm here today to give two things to Young Master Chu."

With that said, she picked up the box on her lap and pushed it in front of Chu Linchen.

Skinny fingers painted with pink nail polish rested lightly on the top of the box, not intending to open it immediately.

She looked at Chu Linchen with a smile, and said meaningfully: "After reading these two things, Young Master Chu hopes to make a decision early. After all... we can wait, but the child can't."

After finishing speaking, he slowly withdrew his hand and motioned to the bodyguard behind him, "Let's go."

Wei He saw Han Meng's arrogance and couldn't help being angry.

Where is this woman in Chu's family, she can come and leave whenever she wants?

Moreover, what she said to Young Master Chu was full of threats, so she must have no good intentions!

Wei He subconsciously wanted to stop the two of them.

Chu Linchen behind the desk had a cold face, and said coldly from his thin lips: "Let her go."

Wei He had no choice but to back away, staring at Han Meng to leave, and then quickly walked back to Chu Linchen, "Young Master Chu, this Han Meng—"

Chu Linchen opened the box that Han Meng brought, Wei He's eyes fell on the box, and he stopped talking suddenly.

I saw that there were indeed two things in the box.

A document, and a blood sample in a test tube, labeled: Rh Negative.

Wei He looked at the document in surprise, and subconsciously said: "Isn't this the paternity test report that the Han family posted on the Internet? Han Meng actually sent the original copy over. Are you really afraid of us checking it?"

Chu Lin's sharp eyes quickly scanned the information on the document, his expression darkened, and he said thoughtfully: "Since she dared to send this thing over in person, it means that she is not afraid of me checking the authenticity."

Wei He was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said: "It seems that the Han family is very confident in their counterfeiting skills!"

Chu Lin's cold eyes flickered slightly, I'm afraid it might not be that simple.

At this moment, there is a cloud of doubts in his heart that cannot be resolved.

The reason why Han Meng is so confident is because he believes in the Han family's counterfeiting technology, or... this appraisal report is the truth?

"Could it be, what does that child really have to do with me..."

Chu Linchen rubbed the edge of the report, feeling a little shaken in his heart.

Wei He looked at him in astonishment, no way, that Wei Wei could really be Young Master Chu's son?

God, this is a big thunderbolt on a sunny day.

But think about it carefully, if the Han family is not sure, how could they spare no effort to make a topic with a three-year-old child?