So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

Chapter 322 Blood draw, DNA test

"Ms. Melody."

Jun Lin called Melody again.

"Mr. Jun, what else can I do for you?" Melody sounded a little impatient.

Jun Lin cut to the chase: "Melody, could you please cooperate with me to do a DNA test?"

Melody couldn't help but laugh when she heard that. "Mr. Jun, no, why did you take it seriously? Do you think we are a family?"

She was a famous brothel owner in Qing City with a terrible reputation. How could she have the good fortune to become related to a famous family in Kyoto?

"Ms. Melody, my grandmother couldn't let go of my aunt until she died. It is said that on the day she died, she kept holding my grandfather's hand and repeating my aunt's name."

"Later, Fei Xiuli came to Kyoto with the jade pendant to meet us. Grandpa burst into tears and said that he would go to see my grandmother after he died."

"But she deceived our whole family."

"After the fake aunt's story was exposed, my father was devastated. He always said that he dreamed of my grandmother. In the dream, my grandmother didn't say anything, but just looked at him with tears in her eyes."

"My father felt that grandma was asking him to continue looking for my aunt, so over the years, the Jun family has never given up looking for my aunt's whereabouts."

"Even if my aunt is gone, we have to find her grave and bring her back to the Jun family to recognize her ancestors."

"Ms. Melody." Jun Lin sincerely asked her, "Please do me this favor because my father has been looking for his relatives for many years."

I learned that after so many years, the Jun family was still searching for the whereabouts of that woman.

Melody was also touched.

"Okay." Melody agreed readily. "If you're not afraid of being disappointed, just ask someone to draw my blood."

It was just a blood draw, it wouldn't be a big loss for her.

"Okay, I'll bring someone to collect blood tonight!"

After leaving the detention center, Ouyang Qing asked Jun Lin: "Aren't you afraid of being disappointed?"

"That's not the case. The Jun family has encountered such things many times over the years. Now, we have calmed down."

"If you can find it, you're lucky. If you can't find it, just keep looking."

"In short, the Jun family will never give up on our family."

Ouyang Qing suddenly understood why the Jun family was able to stand firm among the famous families in Kyoto.

Wealth does not last for more than three generations.

But the Jun family is getting better and better.

Because the Jun family has both the heroic spirit of being willing to die for the country and the solidarity of never abandoning their family.

The Jun family is strict in educating their children. Even Jun Lin, the "useless" youngest son, is a handsome man.

Whether in terms of character or ability, he is one in a million.

Ouyang Qing touched his nose and asked Jun Lin: "If Melody is really your aunt's daughter, then I..."

Jun Lin directly rejected it: "I won't call you brother-in-law."

Ouyang Qing was frightened by Jun Lin's call of brother-in-law. He showed a horrified expression and quickly explained: "...I just want to ask, you guys won't hunt me down, right?"

Jun Lin gave Ouyang Qing a look that asked him if he was stupid.

"If we really want to kill him, we should kill Cheng Yang first. Why are you panicking?"

"Then...kill Cheng Yang first and then kill me?"

Jun Lin rolled his eyes and got into the car first.

If he were to say, this CEO Ouyang is not very smart. I really don't know how this stupid brain can help CEO Song manage the Song Consortium.

After going to the detention center and returning to Songyuan, it was already evening.

The dinner started at 6:30. Most of the guests gathered together to play cards, while the children were taken to the backyard by the housekeepers to go fishing and hiking.

Jun Lin came to the chess and card room and didn't find his second brother inside, so he took Shen Zhilu's hand and asked, "Zhilu, have you seen my second brother?"

Shen Zhilu pointed at Shen Hanwen who was about to leave and said, "Follow Hanwen, he's just going to the shooting room."

"Brother Jun and my brother-in-law went to the shooting range to play."

Upon hearing this, Jun Lin followed Shen Hanwen into the electric car and headed to the shooting room.

Next to the horse farm on the back mountain of Song Garden, there is a training ground, which is the place where Song Garden bodyguards and Song Jingcheng exercise.

When they arrived, the atmosphere at the shooting range was lively. It turned out that Song Jingcheng and Wells were competing in the 200-meter shooting.

At this moment, Ma Kai brought the target and was counting the scores of the two.

Soon the results came out, Song Jingcheng and Wells were evenly matched, they both hit the bull's eye. But they fired a total of ten bullets, but only eight bullet holes were found on Song Jingcheng's bull's eye.

Jun Er came closer and observed carefully, and concluded: "Mr. Song won. He had two bullets pass through the same position."

Upon hearing this, there was applause all around the shooting range.

Wells smiled when he heard this, shook hands with Song Jingcheng and praised him in Italian: "You have been ill for so many years and you are still able to cure all the diseases. You are worthy of it."

Song Jingcheng gently squeezed Wells's right hand and sighed, "Your palm was pierced once and you had surgery, but you were still able to hit the bull's eye with ten shots. That's pretty good."

"Each each other."

Noticing that Shen Hanwen opened his curious eyes and looked at them like a curious baby, Wells suddenly waved at Shen Hanwen: "Little guy, do you want to play?"

Shen Hanwen stared at the pistol in Wells's hand, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Is this a real gun?"

Wells smiled and glanced at Song Jingcheng and Jun Er behind him. He said, "Of course it's fake. It's a replica gun."

"Come on, try it."

Wells hooked his finger at Shen Hanwen.

Shen Hanwen couldn't resist the temptation and walked over.

"First time playing this?"

Shen Hanwen nodded obediently like a primary school student.

"Come, let me teach you."

Wells stood behind Shen Hanwen, handed the gun to Shen Hanwen's right hand, and taught him how to hold the gun, how to exert force, and how to pull the trigger...

Wells was tall, and he lowered his head to explain the key points to Shen Hanwen. After Shen Hanwen finished listening, he couldn't help but ask, "Is this really just a simulation toy?"

Why does it feel so heavy?

Still cold.

Wells smiled and said, "Of course it's a toy. I told you, it's a highly realistic toy gun."

Shen Hanwen was skeptical.

"Come."

"Give it a try."

Wells deliberately raised his head and shouted to the staff in the middle of the shooting range: "Everyone, please move to a safe place. Our Mr. Xiao Shen is about to fire the first bullet in his life!"

"..."

The men all gave Shen Hanwen playful smiles.

A hint of anger appeared on Shen Hanwen's youthful and handsome face. He looked up and glared at Wells, scolding him: "Stop being so sarcastic to me! I'm 19, not a kid anymore!"

What is the first bullet in life...

It's so imaginative.

Wells laughed.

"Step aside!"

"I want to cum myself!"

After Shen Hanwen said this, there was another round of laughter.

Wells laughed even more wildly.

Song Jingcheng gave Wells a warning look, "Wells, stop teasing him."

Wells raised his hands, "Okay, I won't bother Mr. Shen anymore."

Wells stood beside Shen Hanwen and pointed at the target at the end of the shooting range. "Mr. Shen, shoot by yourself."

"...Just do it yourself!"

Shen Hanwen followed the details taught by Wells, aimed at the target, straightened his posture, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet flew out, and Shen Hanwen was also knocked back by the recoil of the gun.

Wells strode behind Shen Hanwen and successfully stopped him.

"Be careful." Wells pressed Shen Hanwen's shoulder and asked him, "Is your hand okay?"

not good.

I was numbed by the shock.

Shen Hanwen's right hand was shaking in pain.

But men need to save face, especially a 19-year-old young man who has just reached adulthood and is strong-willed.

"It doesn't hurt!"

Shen Hanwen angrily handed the gun to Ma Kai, "Uncle Ma, put the gun away, I don't want to play anymore."

Ma Kai smiled and told him, "Go to your brother Zhou and ask them to rub your hands with medicinal wine. Your hands are made for holding a brush, unlike our rough hands."

Upon hearing this, Shen Hanwen did not try to be stubborn, but quickly ran to Captain Zhou to ask them for a massage.

Yin Tao brought Shen Hanwen's target.

Song Jingcheng and Wells looked at the target.

well.

The target was clean, without a single bullet hole.

Wells couldn't help but chuckle, "Looks like it missed."

Song Jingcheng was also laughing. He explained to Wells, "Hanwen is still a child. He is engaged in literary creation and has never touched these cold things."

"Artist? No wonder." Wells was not surprised that the little guy was an artist. "He looks like a fine blue and white porcelain, delicate and beautiful, but easily broken."

"Don't let him hear this." Song Jingcheng said, "Although the child is small, the little tiger also has fangs."

"That's true."

"San'er." The second brother Jun called out "San'er", drawing everyone's attention to Jun Lin.

Jun Lin's face flushed red, and he scolded his brother: "Can you please stop calling me San'er!"

These days, "San'er" is not a good word.

Jun Er looked a little innocent, he said: "When you were born, San'er meant the third child, and it wasn't a word used to describe a vixen."

Jun Lin was still angry, "Please call me by my name."

"Okay, Lin'er." Jun Er changed his tone good-temperedly.

Jun Lin was still angry, "Can you please call me properly without the baby tone?"

Jun Er was more innocent, and after thinking about it, he simply called out, "Brother."

It's normal this time.

But Junlin found it even more corny.

Growing up, he has always been called "San'er" or "the youngest" by his two older brothers.

It was the first time that Jun Lin was properly called "brother", and he felt as uncomfortable as if his underwear had been stripped off.

"By the way, San'er, do you have something to talk to me about?"

Jun Lin rolled his eyes, not bothering to correct his brother's way of calling him, "Brother, come with me, let's talk about something."

"it is good."

Jun Er said to Song Jingcheng and the others, "Excuse me, you guys go play first."