After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

Chapter 344 Chapter 344 Research Handbook, Chimera
When Ling Yimo regained consciousness again, his hand seemed to be held by someone.

She lowered her head and saw the owner of that hand. The man stared at her with concern on his face with exhaustion that could not be concealed.

She really wanted to shake off that hand, but when the man saw her wake up, he immediately rushed over and hugged her tenderly.

"It's good that you're safe and sound."

Although he had already made a judgment, he could only feel at ease when the girl really opened her eyes.

The little girl turned her head and didn't want to talk to her.

A big liar who treats her like a guinea pig.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you." He apologized.

The little girl ignored him and seemed to be angry.

"Actually, it's because you have a very serious illness, which is still in the research process, so you are locked up here." Ling Zhao explained.

While this is a lie, the truth is crueler.

It seems better to weave a little dream for the child.

Ling Yimo seemed to accept the answer, and continued to ask, "Then why don't you let me go out?"

Why keep her in a glass cage if it's just to treat her?
"Probably because we wanted to find a solution as soon as possible, so we ignored your feelings." He comforted him, "I'm sorry, it's because Dad didn't think carefully."

The little girl's eyes were fixed on him.

Her heart is as clear as a mirror. Physiologically speaking, this is not her real father, and the genetic similarity may not even be 60.00%.

She is the experimental product being studied, he will coax himself, this behavior is very weird.

"But you're not my dad." That's the truth.

"My little angel, you have to know that there is something in this world that can transcend blood ties... Even if we have different genetic races, we are still close relatives connected by blood."

Ling Zhao coaxed patiently.

The little girl couldn't figure it out, and raised her head in confusion.

"Dad, can you take me out to play after that?" she asked.

At least she had to test his sincerity first.

"Okay." He said, hugging her tightly.

"You are my little angel, you can fly wherever you want. As long as you can continue to be so free, Dad can do anything."

It was as if he was coaxing her.

And how much sincerity is mixed in it, only Ling Zhao himself knows.

Jiang Xueyao stared at the expression on the man's face, which carried the expression she was most familiar with.

She knew that without knowing it, Ling Zhao had gradually regarded this child as her own biological daughter instead of her own daughter's substitute.

He might not have noticed such a change.

Heart throbbing and grief haunting her, she ended the dream.

She recalled the picture of her mother's hand hanging down, and suddenly felt that she and her mother were both like clowns.

That man abandoned them and poured all his love for the rest of his life into an experimental subject.

How about them?He won't remember at all!

When he was with his little angel, his mother broke down and cried bitterly after being questioned by the investigators!
While he was coaxing his little angel, his mother stopped breathing from exhaustion...

As he played with his little angel, she wept and trembled at the grave of her own daughter's mother, consumed by the despair of being alone.

Jiang Xueyao seemed to be dazed, and completely awakened Song Mo's consciousness.

She grabbed Song Mo's hair and held her down. When she reached her mother's grave, she pressed down firmly.

This is a dreamland, a country she dominates. She wants Song Mo to kowtow to her mother, but she can't resist.

"Look at her, look at this woman. She wouldn't have died without you—"

If there was no research related to Song Mo, then my mother would not be approached by those annoying guys, nor would she collapse to death from exhaustion.

The misfortune of their mother and daughter is inseparable from this damn research!
"He treats you as his daughter, so you have to replace him and kowtow to my mother to make amends... Without you, she would never die—"

Jiang Xueyao recalled that moment of helplessness, and her despair grew stronger.

The whole dream also became precarious along with her mental state.

"Sister Xueyao, that's enough."

A child hugs her.

Ye Xingchen slowly wiped away the tears from her eyes, and hugged her tenderly, "Sister Xueyao, stop thinking about those things."

Jiang Xueyao let go of his hand, slumped on the ground, crying out in despair.

She knew that no matter how much she tortured Song Mo, no matter how much she blamed Ling Zhao, her mother would never come back.

She knows.

But her life that was ruined by Ling Zhao must have an explanation.

But this answer, whether it is now or in the future, will not exist.

Song Mo just lay on the ground like this, watching her exult in joy and sorrow, watching her cry in despair.

Finally, she stood up.

"Read my memory." She held Jiang Xueyao's hand.

Jiang Xueyao stared at her and shook her head.

She didn't want to read it anymore, the more she read Song Mo's memory, the more pain she would get.

"You didn't ask me for my opinion when you read my memory privately, but now I voluntarily let you read it, and you're twitching again?" Song Mo grabbed her by the collar, "I'll let you read it, do you hear me?"

Jiang Xueyao shook his head and refused.

She didn't want to watch it anymore, those pictures would only make her more jealous, and the more jealous, the more desperate she would be.

"Sister Xueyao, look, I'll be with you." Ye Xingchen persuaded her, "Sister Xueyao, if you want to cry after reading this, you can rely on me to cry."

The boy hugged her, and the warmth of another person gave Jiang Xueyao a sense of security. She took a deep breath, prepared her mind, and held Song Mo's hand.

Four years have passed since the runaway accident.

Ling Zhao seemed to fulfill his promise, and began to personally teach Ling Yimo about the source crystal research.

The 11-year-old Ling Yimo was already familiar with these studies.

She herself had a vague guess, suspecting that Ling Zhao really treated her as a test subject, but Ling Zhao's attitude was like that of Aunt Irina towards her child.

Although there is suspicion, more is peace of mind.

"The director... is urgent." Irina led a blond man into the door.

Ling Yisue realized that this was the man she had seen before, who discussed with Ling Zhao about using her as a weapon.

"Meet you again, Director Ling, I didn't expect you to move here." The man seemed to be greeting Ling Yimo, his eyes sizing up Ling Yimo.

Sima Zhao's heart was already imprinted on his face.

Ling Zhao looked unhappy, "My attitude is the same as last time."

"You won't really treat her as a daughter and develop feelings for her?" The man smiled slightly and took out a photo.

The person in the photo is Jiang Xueyao.

She was flipping through books in the classroom, wearing a pair of glasses, quite literary.

"A daughter who is not related by blood, or a daughter who is related by blood, which one do you choose?"

　//Tomorrow is the end of the memory chapter, and the hero is coming out soon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)