The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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Said: "Zhiyuan, you go to draw a blood and do a paternity test with the child. Anyway, this paternity test does not necessarily have to be done by the father and the child. You are the grandfather of the child. As long as the child is identified with your blood relationship, you can prove that the child Our grandson. "

As soon as this word came out, Han Xue and Han Yan opened their eyes wide at the same time, showing shocked expressions, and it seemed very unexpected that Xia Jingying would say so.

Xia Jingying looked at Han Xue with a smile and asked:

"Do you think this is okay?"

Han Xue: ...

Han Yan: ...

Both mother and daughter didn't seem to respond, and Han Xue seemed a little shy. She nodded and said yes.

Han Yan burst into a smile. She looked at Ye Lao and replied, "So be it, Mr. Ye Lao, I'll ask the doctor to draw blood for you and your baby."

The paternity test will produce results as soon as eight hours, while Ye Lao and Xia Jingying will stay in the hospital, and they will not return home if the results are not available.

As for Ye Hao. He was now in a famous temple in the night city.

He sneered at ghosts and gods before and stepped into such a place for the first time.

This is a famous temple in the night city called Wind Temple. Many people come here to burn incense and worship Buddha on weekdays, but mainly middle-aged and elderly people, young people rarely come.

Ye Hao didn't come here to worship God either. He heard someone on the Internet saying that there was a blind fortune teller in the temple, and he came here accurately.

The fortune teller is an old man in his seventies with gray hair, and he sits quietly without a word.

Ye Hao walked into the old man, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the old man's eyes. After finding that the old man was really invisible, he sat opposite the old man.

He coughed lowly, and then reported a birthday character:

"At 17:25 on October 17, Yihai, female. Mr. Old, please calculate the fate of this woman."

Ye Hao Shen said, then he reached into his pocket, took out a wallet, opened it, took out all the cash in it, and stuffed it into the fortune-teller's hand.

The savings are at least seven or eight thousand yuan.

Although the old man could not see it, he knew what the stack of things he was holding.

He frowned, and there was a clear flash of displeasure on his face.

He put the stack of money on the table in front of him, and then just reached out and took one of them and put it in his pocket.

"Enough!" The old man answered only two words.

Ye Hao opened his eyes wide. He didn't expect that the fortune teller would only cost him 100 yuan.

All along, in his mind, these so-called fortune tellers are scammers, they just cheat money, and the more money they give, the more good words they say.

"Thank you for counting the life of the woman I just reported, old gentleman." Ye Hao said again, and he could hear the eagerness in his tone.

The old man nodded slightly, then he moved his fingers, and kept his thumb on the joints of the other fingers for at least two minutes.

His lips were moving, as if he was constantly thinking something, but there was no sound.

After a while, he suddenly frowned, and then made something unexpected for Ye Hao.

The old man actually took out the 100 yuan he had just collected into his pocket and put it on the table.

"What's wrong?" Ye Hao asked puzzledly, not understanding what happened to the old gentleman, and how to return the money he had received to himself.