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"Looks... well, looks pretty handsome."

The canonization thought for a few seconds, and felt that he could not describe Lancelot's appearance in words.

"..." Luo Yangyang was speechless, what kind of answer was this canonization.

"Don't think about it anymore, I'll let someone check it later, and then everything will be clear."

Looking at Luo Yangyang, who stared at him a little bit of resentment, the canonization immediately calmed down.

"Can you find it out?" Luo Yangyang, who had a glimmer of hope in his heart, couldn't help but wonder.

These are things that have been in the dust for at least 20 years.

"Yes." In the indifferent tone of the canonization, there is affirmation.

Luo Yangyang once again leaned on the canonized body, acting as a well-behaved and quiet little cat.

The two hugged each other quietly, and both fell into contemplation.

Luo Yangyang thought about it, and his little hand touched his face.

She had looked at this face for 20 years, and she didn't really feel like a mixed race.

Since she was young, except for her skin is whiter than those around her, and she can’t get tanned from the sun, she has no signs of being mixed from head to toe.

"Holy bastard, don't check it. I don't think it's possible. It would be bad if it causes misunderstanding by others."

Luo Yangyang stood up again, holding both hands on the canonized chest, resting his chin on the back of his fallen hand, just watching the canonized.

"Why don't you check, didn't you think that Luo Ye's uncle might be your biological father?"

Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yangyang whose thoughts changed so fast, he couldn't help being a little curious.

"Look at my face." Luo Yangyang said, patted his face, "Nose, mouth, eyes, ears, where do you look like a mixed race?"

"Do you see me like a half-blood?" Feng Sheng grabbed Luo Yangyang and patted her own little hand, touching his face.

Luo Yangyang looked at the canonization seriously, and after a while, he commented eloquently: "Dark hair and dark eyes, except for the darker features and the whiter skin, you can't see that you are a mixed race."

"That's right, my mother is a pure British Mishimarui. Look at me and Feng Yi, most people can't tell that we are mixed. So just looking at your appearance, you can't conclude that you are definitely not mixed."

"What's more, Lancelot himself has Chinese ancestry. He himself is a hybrid of the British Isles and China. If you are really Lancelot's daughter, you can't tell that it's normal to be mixed."

Feng Sheng decided to investigate this matter in his heart.

If Yang Yang's father is really Lancelot, with the background of the Godwin family in the British Isles, the old man and old lady can no longer oppose the two of them being together.

Once it is confirmed that Yang Yang is indeed a descendant of the Godwin family, this can remove all obstacles in the relationship between the two in one fell swoop.

The two of them have been through the thorns and thorns on the road of feelings, and suddenly there is a shortcut to go directly to the end, how could he give up.

Luo Yangyang thought about it carefully, and felt that the canonization was quite reasonable.

However, the more hope she has now, she will find out in time.

If Lancelot is not her biological father, her biological father is really dead, Luo Yang Yangguang thinks about the result, now he can feel the loss in his heart.

Although she now refers to Feng Qiyue as father, Luo Yangyang still feels in her heart that if her biological father is still in this world, no matter what kind of person the father is, this will be the same. A happy thing.

"Don't think too much, yes, yes, no, no, when you check it out, you will understand." Seeing Luo Yangyang was still thinking about this matter, Feng Sheng wanted her to shift her mind, "Hungry? Hungry? If we do, we will get up to eat."