Forced to be the Billionaire's Wife

He Yimu didn't know what to say for a moment. Perhaps when he confirmed the bracelet, he began to believe it.

Wan was speechless.

Yan Mo was clearly such a hateful person, but in order to save her, she had once disregarded life and death, and for four years fainted.

What did this make her say? She was already ashamed.

Whether Yan Mo was Buding's biological father or not, she could no longer have any animosity towards her former savior.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, yan mo pursed his lips and said, "Let's find a place to sit down and talk!"

He Yimu looked at Wan. Wan did not refuse.

He Yimu nodded, "Okay!"

Yan Mo opened the car door himself, trying to get the little night car.

He Yimu came over, his voice less guarded than before.

He said, "Wan, take my car. Let's go to the western restaurant on the street ahead!"

It was obvious that He Yimu's attitude had improved.

Yan Mo did not force himself to get into the car.

It was late at night in He Yimu's car.

He Yimu was driving without saying a word.

Perhaps at this moment, both of them were in a complicated mood.

In the end, it was He Yimu who spoke first.

"Wan, I'd better do another paternity test. No matter what, you can decide when the results come out." He Yimu said to Wan.

Wan nodded, "Okay!"

Both Wan and He Yimu's memories were drawn back to the car accident a few years ago.

The car accident was really dangerous, but xiao wan was safe and sound because of the car that rushed over at that time.

So, if Yan Mo was really the driver, he would be Wan's savior.

"Do you think it's him?" Wan looked out the window and asked uncertainly.

He Yimu didn't want that person to be Yan Mo either.

But after the man was seriously injured, they wanted to go to the hospital to see him.

There were so many bodyguards that they stopped him.

It was obvious at first glance that the other party was a very important person.

This, however, fits Yan Mo very well.

Even now, Yan Mo travels with several bodyguards.

"When he was so badly injured and became a vegetable, there was no way he could leave a trace. We'll see if he has any scars when we eat later." He Yimu said.

In fact, he was beginning to believe that saying this was an excuse for himself and Wan.

Don't believe it for the time being.

He Yimu loved xiao wan so much that he was concerned about all her feelings.

So, he could understand what Wan was thinking.

She did not want a benefactor like Yan Mo to suddenly descend from the sky as her former lover, Buding's biological father.

These identities would suffocate Wan.

It would make Wan unable to escape.

She had to accept reality, she had to accept Yan Mo.

Wan said nothing more, her eyes staring out the window.

For some reason, under such a chaotic situation, the handsome face of joe Li Chen kept flashing through her mind.

She knew that he had always wanted to pick himself up.

Now that he didn't succeed in getting his hands on him, he had such a big rival in love.

Would he be angry?

As Wan thought about it, his brain ached.

Why can't you stop thinking about Qiao Li Chen when everything is in such a mess?

Wan's cell phone rang when he arrived at the western restaurant he had agreed to.

Yan Mo didn't go in. He was waiting for Wan at the entrance of the restaurant.

Wan picked up his phone and saw that it was Buding.

Wan glanced at Yan Mo standing not far away and pressed the answer button.

"Mom, are you coming back for lunch?" Buding asked in a soft voice.

Wan couldn't go back for lunch.

"Mom has something to do with your uncle." Wan told Buding.

Buding was then returned to the He family by mother of He. He didn't see his mother, so he took out his cell phone and called his mother.

"Well, mom, will you pick me up at school this afternoon?" Buding asked his mother.

"Okay, mom will pick you up at school this afternoon." Wan said to his son, "After dinner, take a good nap."

Buding nodded obediently, "Got it!"

After hanging up the phone, Wan looked up and saw that Yan Mo had come to her at some point.

At this time, the sun was rising and hot winds blew in.

Whether it was the high temperature or the heat from the panic in his heart, Wan's forehead was covered in sweat.

She looked at Yan Mo and smiled awkwardly, "Let's go in!"

Instead of going in, Yan Mo looked at Wan and asked, "Is it Buding?"

Wan's eyes twitched and she nodded, "Yes!"

"Can I pick up the little pudding with you this afternoon?" Yan Mo asked xiao wan.

Wan was at a loss and didn't know how to respond.

He Yimu said on the side, "We haven't figured this out yet, or you should give little time!"

When Yan Mo heard He Yimu say that, he probably felt that he was really in a bit of a hurry.

So, he nodded, "Okay!"

They walked into the dining room together and came to the private room.

The waiter came up to order. Wan had no appetite and did not order a few dishes.

At first, no one spoke.

Wan didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say.

He Yimu didn't say anything, but he didn't think clearly about how to say it.

Yan Mo also ordered a few dishes after they finished ordering.

The waiter went out and closed the door.

Only Yan Mo, He Yimu and Su Xiaowan were left in the room.

Yan Mo's assistant didn't come in, and his bodyguards were waiting outside.

Yan Mo took off his suit and rolled up the sleeves of his pure white shirt.

The expensive watch on his wrist made him look like a successful businessman.

He Yimu saw that the watch wasn't the only thing that appeared on Yan Mo's wrist.

There was also a long scar. The crystal light in the private room shone down, which was a bit shocking.

"The wound on your hand?" He Yimu couldn't help but ask.

Yan Mo glanced at the scar and said lightly, "A long time ago."

"Was it the car accident?" Wan asked, bewildered.

With this question, yan mo's deep gaze fell on Wan's face.

His dark eyes seemed to contain all kinds of things, but they were calm and calm.

Just when Wan thought he would admit that he would say yes, Yan Mo opened his thin lips and said, "No."

Wan heaved a slight sigh of relief.

She remembered that his face was covered in blood and that he must have suffered a head injury.

There was no blood on his arms.

Thinking of this, Wan looked at his head.

There, dark hair was thick, covering the original scar.

At that time, there was blood on his body, and if he guessed correctly, he was also injured.

Yan Mo looked at xiao wan staring at her hair as if she understood what she wanted to know. He reached out his hand and lifted the broken hair on his forehead.