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Chapter 1 She Wasn't the Si Family's Birth

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    Jiuling First Hospital, the corridor waiting area outside the operating room.

    Si Fuguang shook his head in disbelief, even thinking that he had heard it wrong, he held the doctor's white sleeve tightly, and said anxiously, "This is impossible, how can my wife's and my daughter's blood types not match our husband and wife's?"

    "I'm really sorry, the blood types of Miss Si and Mrs. Si do not match, we can't use it, but please rest assured, Mr. Si, we have obtained suitable blood from the blood bank, and we will do our best to ensure the safety of Mrs. Si's life."

    After the doctor finished speaking, he restrained his strange eyes as much as possible, nodded slightly to Si Fuguang, and then turned and left holding the document.

    "Doctor, doctor"

    Si Fuguang continued to call unwillingly, but the doctor's figure had disappeared from his sight. He froze in place for a long time, then turned his head stiffly, and looked at the girl beside him.

    In contrast, Si Yue, who was reclined by the corridor wall, was much calmer.

    Just look, the girl is wearing a slim-fit short white t-shirt with casual black trousers underneath. Her thin white waist is just right on display. Under her soft and smooth black long hair is a stunning little face, especially those beautiful pair of  His dark brown eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars, bright and moving,

    Regarding what the doctor said just now, as the person involved, she was calm and calm. At least there was no wave in her eyes. She chewed the bubble gum in her mouth carelessly, and gave her father Si Fuguang a beautiful wink.  Big eyes.  "Dad, look at your useless cowardly face, don't you know if I am your own daughter?"

    "But, the report says in black and white that you, me, and your mother are not related by blood. What's going on here?"

    "Well! If it wasn't for an error in the report, maybe it was back then when you gave birth to the wrong baby in the hospital. Maybe the poor real daughter was living a miserable life while I, the fake daughter, enjoyed the benefits of grandpa and father.  Mom and four brothers' favorites, hahahahaha make a lot of money!"

    "You little girl, what time is it, and you are still in the mood to joke." Si Fuguang reached out and knocked on Si Yue's forehead.

    Although his attack was light, Si Yue yelled on purpose and continued to tease Si Fuguang: "Dad, don't be so realistic. Anyway, I was also brought up by you. Even if you find out the truth, you can't turn your face and deny your daughter."  !"

    Passers-by in the corridor cast strange glances at Si Fuguang, as if he really bullied Si Yue.

    Si Fuguang's face was full of black lines, and the little wit who was spoiled by his family wanted to cooperate with her with tears in his eyes.

    Afterwards, he shook his head, sat down on the bench in the corridor, and stopped arguing with Si Yue. After being teased by Si Yue, his frown gradually relaxed.

    Seeing that her father finally calmed down a bit, Si Yue also restrained her mischievous appearance. After all, seeing such an appraisal report, it was impossible for her not to panic. The reason why she was heartless in front of her father was because she wanted to calm down  His old man's mood.

    Was she really the Si family's fault?

    Si Yue straightened the big black satchel on her shoulder, and wanted to turn to the deserted corridor to calm down. Unexpectedly, just as she turned around, she bumped into someone who was walking towards her.

    "You don't have eyes?" Si Yue covered her painful forehead and said angrily.

    Following that, an extremely stern, but familiar, magnetic voice came from above his head.  "It's 20 years old, still so reckless? Don't look at the road, and blame others instead?"

    Before she could raise her head in time, she was blaming her male voice a second ago, and suddenly became gentle, asking: "Does it hurt?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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