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In the afternoon of the next day, the Huo Group's president's office.

Huo Beiyao took the paternity test report of Shen Nanhua and Nan's parents from his assistant Xiao Wen, turned to the last page, and the result was: exclusion.

Staring at the two hard typefaces, he fell silent, and his heart was empty, like a big hole.

She was a shame he would never forget, but he still hoped that she would live, even if he hated her no matter how much he wanted her to live, but the fact was that Nan Hua died, three years ago, so tragically.

A dull pain slowly and densely lingered in his chest.

Xiao Wen continued to report with a stack of documents: "Shen Nanhua is the daughter of Shen Fengru of the Shen Group. She has two older sisters and one older brother. The person who ate with her at Songyuezhuang last night was her twin brother, Shen Zechuan. Shen Nanhua She was adopted by a single aunt abroad when she was born, and her aunt died of illness three years ago. Ms. Shen studied dress design abroad and worked as a wedding dress designer at the headquarters of RosaClara international wedding dress chain store. She returned to China three months ago as a designer for RosaClara Kyoto branch Teacher, the data show that she has a design talent since she was very young."

Huo Beiyao's slender fingers pinched the appraisal report stiffly, his eyes heavy and empty.

Nan Hua also had a talent for designing since she was a child. She could draw skirts at the age of three, and sew gowns at the age of 13. She applied for admission to St. Martin's College of Art in London at the age of 16, graduated at the age of 19, and won the first prize for her graduation work...

But Shen Nanhua is not Nanhua, the two are just similar in appearance and have the same major.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Xiao Wen comforted him: "Nine months after my wife passed away, someone anonymously donated a piece of umbilical cord blood to Yang Yang for stem cell transplantation. The umbilical cord blood and Yang Yang are a perfect match, which shows that my wife may still alive..."

Huo Beiyao's eyelashes moved slightly, and he shook his head slowly. The car exploded, and the chance of being alive was very slim.

He had asked another assistant to do a paternity test on the anonymously donated umbilical cord blood, which was not related to him by blood.

Suddenly, an elf's fair little face appeared in his mind. The two-year-old child looked quite like Nan Hua.

Huo Beiyao raised his eyes and asked, "Has Shen Nanhua ever married?"

"The information shows that she is unmarried. Ms. Shen's household registration only shows her and her daughter. As for the child's father, all the information does not show it."

Huo Beiyao propped his chin with his fingers, and after a while he ordered, "Find a way to find out the father of the child."

"Good Mr. Huo."

At the end of the day's work, Huo Beiyao took his assistant to the bowling club.

He lives an extremely regular life, exercising at least twice a week, riding horses and archery or playing golf, bowling and so on.

Standing on the fairway, after a four-step walk, he threw the ball out and hit it beautifully.

Just as she picked up the second ball and was about to continue playing, she saw a slender and lonely figure next door, with fair skin, beautiful eyes, red lips, and cold eyes. It was Shen Nanhua, and her twin brother Shen Zechuan stood beside her.

Huo Beiyao let out a sneer in his throat, she was really haunted, she was everywhere.

Throwing the ball, he took the towel from the assistant to wipe his hands, but he glanced at her uncontrollably.

The last time Nan Hua played bowling was with Huo Beiyao six years ago. She hasn't played for a long time, her skills have long been rusty, and her posture is not standardized.

Shen Zechuan gently placed his hands on her waist to help her adjust her posture.

Xia Tian's jersey was very thin, Nan Hua could feel the temperature of his palm, and the muscles on his waist were stiff.

"Relax your waist, relax your shoulders, and remember to use your wrists not your body." Shen Zechuan whispered, breathing softly, and fell to her ears.

Nan Hua's ears were a little itchy.

She turned her head to the side to keep the distance away, and rolled him a playful look, "Got it."

Shen Zechuan smiled slightly, and patted her lightly before taking his hand away, "Remember to walk with four steps."

That shot was just right, it seemed to be hitting but not hitting, not touching, and there was a kind of encouragement of "Let's go".

Nan Hua was confused, and took four steps instead of six. The ball was thrown too early, and it went directly to Huo Beiyao's fairway.

She let out an "ow", looked at each other with Shen Zechuan, and laughed together.

They hadn't laughed so openly in a long time, they were open from the inside out, laughing out loud.

Huo Beiyao stared down at the bowling ball she threw over, feeling uneasy. Even though the two were siblings, they were too close.

Look at the way he looks at her with affection, is it the way a brother should look at a sister?

He didn't know what kind of jealousy he was eating. He knew that she was not Nanhua, but seeing her being so close and happy with other men made him feel unhappy, very upset.

Maybe it's because her face looks so much like Nan Hua's, not only the face, but also the figure, but he has nothing to do with her, so there's no reason for him to have a fit.

Huo Beiyao used to hit at least twenty balls every time he came, but this time he only hit two balls and then withdrew.

There was an unknown evil fire in his chest, and he couldn't get it out, but he felt that his body was getting bigger and about to explode.