Tuanzi wrapped in a coat, instinctively shrunk into the junction of the seat and car door, putting distance between himself and Feng Huaijin, and innocently suggested, "Papa, could you not look at like that? I’m scared."
Ha, scared?
He wasn’t even scared yet!
Feng Huaijin’s face darkened, and he scolded in a low voice, "You little brat, don’t call randomly."
Tuanzi beca a bit worried, see, see, his real dad and his mom’s relationship was too poor, they were unwilling to admit he was the fruit of their love.
Oh, he wasn’t the fruit of love; he was just a little bean sprout that accidentally popped out.
The heater in the car quickly ward up the interior, making Tuanzi so comfortable he stretched lazily.
"Where did you co from?"
Tuanzi blinked and obediently answered, "An City, I was born there."
As soon as Tuanzi finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tug at his heart, a familiar feeling ca over him...
An City... this place was really intriguing.
Soon Feng Huaijin sensed sothing was wrong, if it was in An City, how could he not have discovered any woman secretly giving birth to his child?
The strangest thing was he hadn’t even had the chance to do that sort of thing; could this little brat be a product of asexual reproduction?
For the past one or two months, Feng Huaijin had been secretly investigating this little brat’s affairs, yet not a trace was left, as if he was not from this world...
Feng Huaijin looked at the lovely rice dumpling in front of him, its little face flushed white and red like a bun from the warm air, and felt an indescribable emotion.
Could this little brat beco the villain who cos between his relationship with Su Li?
Feng Huaijin watched as Tuanzi’s body jerked, his expression changed, and he tightly grabbed him with his long arms, sternly demanding, "Who exactly are you? Or who is your l mom?"
Don’t tell him he’s a test-tube baby!
Tuanzi blinked innocently; his papa was so fierce.
It’s Su Li.
Tuanzi opened his mouth to say it, but suddenly his throat tightened, as if an invisible hand had seized his throat, preventing him from speaking.
Feng Huaijin’s expression changed slightly, and he reached out to push in front of Tuanzi, "Hey, little brat? Little brat? What’s wrong with you?"
Tuanzi’s lips trembled, as if he had suffered a great grievance, and his throat hurt.
The heart pulled again; this feeling seed familiar to Tuanzi, he pitifully glanced at Feng Huaijin.
The car interior was extrely quiet, the rearview mirror reflecting Feng Huaijin’s pupils suddenly shrinking by several tis.
Feng Huaijin stared blankly at the carriage that had vanished without a trace, his suit pressed against An Ruyi’s pink coat, and the little brat wrapped inside... was gone.
Disappeared right in front of him!
Feng Huaijin couldn’t recover for a long ti.
He suddenly rembered, the last ti that little brat appeared, Feng Ciye called him, he turned his head subconsciously, and when he looked back, the child was gone.
He thought the child had run away on his own, but now he saw it clearly.
This was not running away; this was disappearing into thin air!
True... magical realism.
Feng Huaijin instantly understood, no wonder all his investigations were futile, this child seed to exist entirely outside this world, after all... not a person from this world at all.
Feng Huaijin got goosebumps, his face turning infinitely pale.
Could it be... could it be a ghost?
His good mood vanished, and Feng Huaijin’s brain felt like mush, he fumbled and awkwardly inserted the car keys, starting the car and heading toward the Ao Shi Group not far away.
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