1863: C1863 Parent-child Identification

C1863 Parent-child Identification

To be honest, Qin Luo was really speechless. Initially, he wanted to reject Deschamps, but the moment he changed his tone, it turned out that he liked his daughter.

Deschamps, are you for real?

Qin Luo suddenly realized that something was not right.

Wait! There seemed to be something wrong with the script.

In Qin Luo's original script, it should be Deschamps crying and begging him to accept his daughter, but now it seemed like he was crying and begging Deschamps to introduce his daughter to him.

If it wasn't for him, the other party wouldn't have reacted at all.

Coach, is there something wrong with this script?

Yes, Qin Luo suddenly felt that his script wasn't as simple as it seemed. It was completely wrong.

In addition, Qin Luo felt that Deschamps's thinking was a little too wild.

"Professor Deschamps, you are joking, right?" Qin Luo said with a smile.

Joking?

Deschamps thought about it seriously. He really didn't seem to be joking!

"Professor Qin, do you think I am joking?" Schaefer Deschamps slowly said.

Qin Luo looked at Deschamps seriously. Looking at his face, Qin Luo felt that he was not joking.

Emm, what should I do?

To be honest, Qin Luo was struggling.

On the one hand, from a genetic point of view, he felt that with Deschamps's genes, the appearance of his daughter should not be difficult to imagine.

On the other hand, looking at Deschamps's serious face, Qin Luo really could not refuse.

Why not take a look and say it?

Thinking about it, Qin Luo's little heart unexpectedly jumped uncontrollably.

After pondering for a while, Qin Luo slowly opened his mouth to speak.

"Do you have a photo?" Qin Luo asked.

F * ck!

Dylan's legs trembled and he almost fell to the ground.

They had agreed that there would be no good feast!

Regarding this, he had already planned it in his heart.

But he never would have thought that it would actually become a blind date festival.

Even a god wouldn't be able to write such a script, right?

Regarding this, Dylan could only be described as speechless.

"Yes! Of course there is!" Before Dylan could say anything, Schaefer and Deschamps had already taken out their phones from their pockets.

"Professor, look, this is my daughter..." Schaefer pointed at a hot beauty in a red bikini and said.1

On the golden beach, under the bright sunlight, a hot beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a red bikini was doing yoga.

Looking at the hot beauty's angelic face, and then looking at Deschamps's wrinkled face, Qin Luo's mouth twitched.

This guy couldn't have just randomly found an online picture and pretended to be his daughter, right?

"Professor, are you sure this is your daughter?" Qin Luo carefully probed.

Deschamps's face turned dark and his mouth twitched.

Why wasn't this his daughter?

"I'm sure, I'm sure, and I'm sure..." Deschamps looked at Qin Luo seriously.

Uh...

Looking at Deschamps's serious expression, to be honest, Qin Luo really didn't know what to say.

It should be said that Deschamps was too confident. Or was he too confident in his genes? Or should it be said that there were both...

After thinking for a while, Qin Luo said with a serious expression, "Professor, I advise you to do a paternity test..."

"It's better to have a short period of pain than a long period of pain."

Deschamps's mouth twitched. He quietly opened the photo album and found a paternity test certificate.

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