C15 It turned out to be her!

The golden-haired waiter blushed and wrote down the flight that Xiao Wan took and handed it to him.

Lan Yufeng took the slip of paper and returned to the inn with Wen Yifei.

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

Seeing Lan Yufeng coming back dejectedly, Wen Yifei mocked.

"She left, and in a hurry."

Lan Yufeng said as he handed the flight ticket over to Wen Yifei.

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

Wen Yifei also felt that it was a little strange, but he was used to hiding his true self so he didn't display it.

"Son, Yi, do you feel that 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 lied down on the sofa, squinted his eyes and said.

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

Wen Yifei picked up the coffee, and after drinking it, he closed 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 Yifei was too lazy to think about it, it was definitely not going to be his anyways. If one had to say whose son it really 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 touching Wen Yifei's face.

"Lan Yufeng, can you not be so gossipy? Other people's woman, other people's son, what do you care so much about?"

Being stared at by Lan Yufeng, Wen Yifei asked as she pushed him away.

"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?"

However, Lan Yufeng started to gossip again.

"Lan Yufeng, Eighth Madame, even if she is eighteen, it has nothing to do with me. Can you stop gossiping?"

Wen Yifei patiently said.

"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 Yifei kicked Lan Yufeng away.

It was one thing for Lan Yufeng, a pervert, to want to pick up a girl, but he had come to bother him.

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

Lan Yufeng crawled up, patted his butt, left Wen Yifei, and ran to the side to turn on the computer.

Wen Yifei was drinking coffee and watching TV leisurely.

Half an hour later, Lan Yufeng walked over with the notebook in his hands, unafraid of death.

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

"Damn it, Lan Yufeng, you must be possessed, did you get cursed by a little kid?"

Wen Yifei took a glance and immediately replied.

"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 Yifei was a little scared, he looked carefully, and looked carefully at his original appearance. He had no choice but to admit that the dead brat really looked like him, but that didn't 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 ?