My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

Chapter 222 Close to the truth

Boom! when!

Nan Yunshang told the secret, and the cup of water in Meng Jingran's hand fell to the ground.

"You, you, you! What did you say?"

She pinched his arm and excitedly asked him to repeat it again.

"I said, Wen Nuan, that child, she is not Song Yinong's biological daughter."

Nan Yunshang told Meng Jingran the secret, but the pressure and worry in his heart were not relieved at all.

He seemed to have never encountered a situation as tricky and difficult as this one.

He squatted down and picked up her drinking cup.

"Luckily it's made of stainless steel, otherwise it would take me a long time to sweep up all the glass shards," he said to himself.

"Whose child is Wen Nuan?" Meng Jingran asked a reasonable but unanswerable question.

"How would I know?" he said irritably. "Are you asking me to ask Wen Lan who Wen Nuan's biological father is?"

"Bu Yufan doesn't know yet, right? You won't tell him, right?" Meng Jingran was worried that this matter would affect Bu Yufan's feelings for Wen Lan before the truth came out.

Will he misunderstand Wen Lan's character?

"He knows." Nan Yunshang replied calmly.

"Ah? Are you crazy or stupid? Why didn't you discuss it with me before telling Bu Yufan?"

"It wasn't me who told him. It was Senchi. He was the first to find out about this matter."

As Nan Yunshang was talking, he told Meng Jingran how Sen Chi discovered that Song Yinong and Wen Nuan's blood types were incompatible.

"You are a doctor. You should understand the role of parents' blood types in determining their children's blood types."

"I understand." Meng Jingran was in a low mood. What kind of day is today? Why did she encounter so many strange things?

"Listen to me, and help check and confirm it. I checked the books on eugenics to make sure."

Nan Yunshang took out his cell phone, opened the memo, and began to read the notes he had made.

"Song Yinong and Wen Lan both have B blood type, and Wen Nuan has AB blood type."

"That's impossible." Meng Jingran immediately confirmed it for him. "B and B can't give birth to an AB type child."

"Didn't Song Yinong's parents go to Experimental Primary School to snatch the child this morning? Sen Chi told Bu Yufan about this."

"What about Bu Yufan's reaction?" Meng Jingran asked with concern.

"Him? Don't underestimate Bu Yufan. He won't have any bad assumptions about Wen Lan. I have confidence in my brother in this regard."

When Meng Jingran heard Nan Yunshang say this, he felt a little relieved.

She had never met Bu Yufan in person, and all her impressions of him came from Nan Yunshang and Wen Lan.

But she couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she tried. Back then, Wen Lan and Song Yinong got married and had a child, which was already outrageous and bizarre enough.

She heard from Wen Lan how Song Yinong spent a night with Wen Lan at the Grassland Music Festival.

That night, if I hadn't gone to the county town with my classmates to eat barbecued skewers and got sick from eating them and had to go to the hospital, I wouldn't have stayed out all night.

If she had been with Wen Lan that night, would this not have happened?

"Jingran, what are you thinking about?" Nan Yunshang noticed that something was wrong with her expression.

"Oh...it's okay, you can sleep on the sofa tonight, I'll get you a blanket." She went to the bedroom to get something and wanted to make the bed for him, and Nan Yunshang followed her in.

He watched her open the closet, reach for the pillow and quilt on the top shelf, and then went over to help her.

"I don't know if it's because of my cervical spine these days, but I've been having echoes in my ears." He was chatting with her about family matters.

"Do you have tinnitus?" Meng Jingran held the blanket for him. "Open the first drawer. There is a heating eye mask inside. Take one out."

"It's my ears that are hurting, not my eyes."

"Just take it when I tell you to, why are you talking so much nonsense!"

Meng Jingran walked out of the bedroom first.

Nan Yunshang squatted down and opened the first drawer of the bedside table.

The heating eye masks were placed in the most conspicuous place, and he took out all of them.

Just as he was about to close the drawer, he suddenly found a few Polaroid photos with the back side facing up.

"Is this the thing she wasn't embarrassed to show me last time?" A teasing look flashed in Nan Yunshang's eyes. Just as he picked up the photos, he heard Meng Jingran screaming in the living room.

"Ah! Help! Aaaaah!"

He didn't bother to tease her anymore, put down the photo he was holding, and rushed in.

The photo was a group photo of Meng Jingran and Wen Lan at the Grassland Music Festival.

"What happened? Did you get burned or fell?"

He saw Meng Jingran curled up on the sofa with his head covered with a quilt.

"Roof, roof, how come such a big wasp flew into my house!"

"It's okay, just hide and I'll take care of it."

Nan Yunshang was naturally not afraid of these. He lived in a suburban villa, and not only were there bugs and rats, but also weasels, bats, and snakes, which were common.

"Thanks for being here." Meng Jingran sighed. "Don't you have tinnitus? When you go to bed later, fold the heating eye mask in half and put it on the pillow. Cover your ears when you lie down. It should help a little."

"How did you come up with this idea?"

"It was a sudden idea when I was under a lot of work pressure. By the way, be careful of low-temperature burns." Meng Jingran reminded him.

That night, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Who was Wen Nuan's biological father? This question lingered in her mind.

It was not until she heard the snoring coming from the living room that she was slowly hypnotized.

In Southeast Asia.

Bu Yufan took Wen Lan down from the Ferris wheel and took her to the night market to eat a lot of street food. When he was with her, he felt like a carefree teenager who could laugh loudly and play wantonly.

Every time he held her hand, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms, his heart was beating wildly. It wasn't just his heart that was beating wildly, but the physiological reaction was like the moment when you fall from a high altitude on a roller coaster, your heart felt itchy and empty, and then quickly filled with passion and cheers.

Sometimes he would recall the scene when they were together at a certain time, which made him want to shout something at that moment, wishing he could see her immediately and hold her tightly in his arms.

"What are you thinking about? So absorbed?" Wen Lan held up a glass of freshly blended fruit juice and passed it to him. "Try it. Is it delicious?"

Her eyes were full of smiles, dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she playfully climbed onto his shoulders.

"I want to have sex with you."

He didn't shy away from the crowd around him, and his eyes were full of love as he stared at her. He just wanted to do the most intimate thing with her.

Wen Lan's heart skipped a beat, as if an electric shock had passed through her body, and her breathing became rapid.

"Bu Yufan..."

Before she finished speaking, he held her face and pressed her lips passionately. The strong, burning, possessed feeling quickly swept over her.

She didn't know when the fruit juice fell from her hand. She just wanted to hold his shoulders and let him kiss her all the time.