The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

3Huo Niannian hesitated for a moment. Mu Li was a busybody, so she urged him, "Old man, I remember hearing you mention once that Huo Qingyun did not have anything to verify her identity when she was sent back. Do you think there is such a possibility? Huo Niannian is actually your granddaughter?! "    0

    

He had long been unhappy with Huo Qingyun. In addition, he had seen Huo Niannian's painting and felt that she indeed had the demeanor of Old Master when he was young.    

    

Old Master thought to himself, This girl is my granddaughter? This bold idea had just formed in his mind when Old Master Cheng rejected it. "What nonsense are you talking about?! How could blood relations be so ridiculous? Forget it, forget it. I'm tired today too. You guys should leave. "    

    

Old Master had already ordered them to leave. Huo Niannian and Mu Li looked at each other. Mu Li could clearly see the disappointment in Huo Niannian's eyes.    

    

He patted Huo Niannian's shoulder. "Okay. Then ask someone to send those works to me some other day. I will leave now. "    

    

After saying that, Mu Li had already pulled Huo Niannian's hand and left. . .    

    

However, Mu Li did not drive the car to the workshop. Instead, he went to a private hospital that was very private.    

    

"Mu Li, why are we here?"    

    

"It's true that you are a blockhead. " Mu Li pulled Huo Niannian out of the car and took out something from his pocket. "Hehe, Old Master's hair. This old man turned around and lost a lot of hair. I picked it up from the sofa. "    

    

"This is. . . "    

    

"I'm going to do a paternity test, and then everything will be clear, right?" Mu Li asked.    

    

Huo Niannian originally did not want to do such a thing secretly, but she urgently wanted to know her background, so she nodded her head.    

    

The waiting time was long, and the nurse even drew Huo Niannian's blood.    

    

Huo Niannian sat on the chair in the corridor and was somewhat nervous. She had just checked her blood and now she used a cotton swab to cover her arm. Her face was a little pale.    

    

Because Huo Niannian originally wore sleeveless clothes, it was very convenient.    

    

Mu Li saw her like this and a girl's pitiful appearance. His eyes were slightly moved, "Niannian, since you have nothing to do, can you tell me how you were in the past?"    

    

"Why do you want to listen to my past?" Huo Niannian had a face of unwillingness.    

    

"It's to provide materials for art. Are you going to say it or not? If you do, I'll teach you how to draw. "    

    

" Really?! " Huo Niannian's eyes immediately lit up. After getting Mu Li's affirmative answer, she said, "My grandma gave me all the best things since I was young. Although we are very poor, grandma has never mistreated me. When other children go to school, grandma would think of ways to get me to go to school through connections. . . "    

    

Although she didn't finish school in the end.    

    

Huo Niannian had always been grateful to her grandma. If it wasn't for her grandmother, there wouldn't be her present.    

    

Moreover, her grandmother knew that she liked painting, so she worked hard to earn money for her to learn. She even told her, "Humans don't like many things in their lives, and there aren't many things they want to pursue. Whatever you like, just do it without worry. "    

    

Thinking of her grandmother, Huo Niannian's eyes could not help but tear up.    

    

All this time, it was her grandmother who taught her how to be a person. She taught herself and let her grow up healthily and happily.    

    

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry. . . "    

    

When Mu Li heard this, he felt a little sad in his chest. He didn't expect this little girl to bear so much.    

    

Actually, Huo Niannian was nervous. She was just a wild girl. Would she really have anything to do with Old Master Cheng?    

    

If not, why would she be so close to Old Master. . .    

    

Time passed minute by minute. To Huo Niannian, every second was like a Ling Chi. After a while, the doctor strode over with big strides. He was holding a document in his hand.    

    

"How is it?!"    

    

Huo Niannian asked excitedly.