Qiao Haoting picked up the photo of Lin Xiangwan. The girl in the photo was very similar to Chu Xiaochen, but her facial features looked very stiff.
"Has she...had plastic surgery before?"
"There are rumors that she has undergone plastic surgery, but because she always liked to show off her makeup with heavy makeup, it is almost impossible to find photos without makeup."
The assistant took out a few photos and sent them over. Sure enough, Lin Xiangwan in them was wearing heavy makeup, and no specific facial features could be seen.
Qiao Haoyu put down the photo in his hand, "What's her blood type?"
"The data shows that it is type AB!"
"Type AB?" Qiao Haoyu frowned, "So, I made a mistake?"
The secretary pondered for a moment, "The second lady has blood type O, and Mr. Chu has type B blood. From a genetic point of view, the children born will generally be type O or type B, and type AB should not appear. Maybe...
…It’s just because of the coincidence of plastic surgery that Ms. Lin is so similar to the second lady, right?”
Qiao Haoyu sighed, "Maybe, but I always feel that this child Xiang Wan is different from her in the legend."
The secretary smiled and said, "Who can tell the truth about things in the entertainment industry? I can't tell which news is true and which news is false."
Qiao Haoyu nodded, "It's getting late. You've worked hard these past few days. Go back and rest early."
"Then..." The secretary looked at the photos on the table, "Do we still want to continue investigating this matter?"
Qiao Jieyu took the photo of Chu Xiaochen and said, "We won't need it for now."
"Then you should go to bed early." The secretary nodded and exited the door.
Opening the drawer and taking out a somewhat yellowed group photo, Qiao Haoyu raised his palm and caressed the face of his second daughter, Qiao Yurou, in the photo.
"Is that child also dead?"
The old man's weather-beaten face was full of sadness.
Because he met Chu Xiaochen again at the birthday party and was treated specially by Qiao Yujun, the old man became suspicious of Chu Xiaochen's life experience.
Unexpectedly, I was still disappointed in the end.
In the photo, it is a group photo of the Qiao family in old times.
Qiao Haoting sat side by side with his wife, and his two daughters stood beside them, one on the left and one on the right.
On the left is the eldest daughter Qiao Yujun, and on the right is the second daughter Qiao Yurou.
Qiao Yujun's face looks like her father's, with good facial features, but her eyebrows are slightly thicker, which makes her look a bit heroic.
Qiao Yurou's eyebrows are like her mother's, very delicate, graceful and graceful yet majestic.
"Yurou, you hate dad very much, right? That's why you didn't even give me a chance to make up for it, right?!"
Thinking of the past, Qiao Haoting just felt sad and burst into tears unconsciously.
The photo slipped out of his finger silently and fell on the table, where it fell together with the photo of Chu Xiaochen.
The two faces that looked very close to each other were raised at the same angle, and even the smiles were similar.
…
…
Chu family, living room.
On the small table, the phone vibrated slightly.
Chu Xiaochen, who was typing on the keyboard, took the phone in confusion and saw a text message displayed on the screen.
"Open the door in one minute."
After saving the documents on the computer and standing up from the small table in the living room, Chu Xiaochen walked into the bedroom and carefully covered Chu Le with the quilt.
Then he put on his coat, walked out through the small courtyard, and opened the locked door.
Outside the door, in the moonfield, his car was parked, and Luo Jun was carrying something out of the trunk.
Seeing her, Luo Jun immediately stepped forward and handed what he was carrying into her hands.
