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The blond waiter blushed a little and wrote down the flight that Wan'er was on and handed over to him.

Lan Yufeng took the slip of paper and returned to the hotel with Wen Yi Fei with a puzzled expression.

"Seeing your S's face, I think you've been rejected."

Seeing Lan Yufeng come back dejectedly, Wen Yi Fei mocked.

"She left, and in a hurry."

Lan Yufeng handed over the flight ticket to Wen Yi Fei and said.

"What is it? I can't bear to part with your 'son'. "

Wen Yi Fei also felt that it was a bit strange, but he was used to hiding his true self so he didn't reveal it.

"Son, Yee, do you think this Miss He is very strange? And don't you see? That kid looks like you, especially his eyes. I think he's more likely to be your son. "

Lan Yufeng lay down on the sofa, and said with narrowed eyes.

"Feng, it's not shameful even if you can't get a girl. Don't try to find excuses for yourself."

Wen Yifan picked up the coffee cup and drank it before closing his eyes in enjoyment.

"Sigh, anyway, I feel that there must be a problem here. Think about it, they just arrived in the morning, so why did they leave so quickly after staying for a whole night? I've also asked, but there's no man accompanying them."

Lan Yufeng yawned.

"That doesn't mean anything. Maybe he's in a hurry?"

Wen Yi Fei was too lazy to think about it. In any case, it was absolutely impossible for it to be his. If one were to say whose son it was, it would definitely be Lan Yufeng's.

"Yi, think back carefully. Have you really not seen her before?"

Lan Yufeng sat up and asked while almost sticking close to Wen Yi Fei's face.

"Lan Yufeng, can you not be so gossipy? Someone else's woman, someone else's son, what do you care so much about?"

Being stared at by Lan Yufeng until she felt somewhat uncomfortable, Wen Yi Fei pushed him away and said.

"Alright, since you don't care, then I don't care. But I've specially asked the Miss of the main station to check her ID number. How old do you think she is?"

Even though she said that she wasn't with him, Lan Yufeng started gossiping again.

"Lan Yufeng, Bastard! Even if she's eighteen, it has nothing to do with me. Can you stop gossiping?"

Wen Yi Fei said patiently.

"That's about right. Her ID card shows that she's only twenty, and her son can even speak. If we continue forward, she might be pregnant when she's 18, and up ahead …"

"If you go forward, that child won't become yours, much less mine. Don't worry about it."

Wen Yi Fei kicked Lan Yufeng aside.

It was one thing for such a pervert like Lan Yufeng to pick up a girl, but she was still bothering him.

"Fine, then pretend that I didn't say anything. Sigh, what a good heart."

Lan Yufeng crawled up, patted her buttocks, and left Wen Yfei. She ran to the side and turned on the computer.

On the other hand, Wen Yi Fei was sipping a cup of coffee while watching TV. He was extremely relaxed.

Half an hour later, Lan Yufeng walked over with her notebook in her arms, unafraid of death; moreover, she was laughing in a very strange manner.

"Heh heh, Yi, look who this is?"

"Damn, Lan Yufeng, you've been possessed. Have you been cursed by a little kid?"

Wen Yi Fei took a glance and immediately said.

"Wrong. Look carefully, this is an old photo. It's a beautiful picture of someone from more than 20 years ago."

Lan Yufeng said complacently.

"Me? Are you crazy? "

Wen Yi Fei was a bit scared. After looking carefully and taking a closer look at his appearance, he had no choice but to admit that the dead child looked very similar to him. However, this did not mean anything.

It was impossible for him to have such a grown-up son. The only time he had slept with a woman was on the eve of leaving the country, but that woman …