Meng Shaoyuan had never been so flustered before, and at that moment, he once again doubted whether he had heard it wrong!

Who is coming?

His own father?

joke?

Definitely a joke.

Since coming to this era, Meng Shaoyuan sometimes wonders, do he have parents in this era?

If yes, who are the parents?

Unfortunately, I have no way of seeing my own information.

He can't hold someone back and ask:

"Hey man, do you know who my parents are?"

Only if you don't think of yourself as a lunatic!

Moreover, more often than not, such thoughts only pass by in a flash.

As Meng Shaoyuan has completely integrated himself with this era, he no longer thinks about it.

But at this moment, his father came?

Father?

"District Chief Meng, your father has been waiting for you for more than three hours. Moreover, no one except me knows that he is your father. This is what he has specially confessed."

Wu Jingyi reminded her in a low voice: "At noon, I wanted to treat him to dinner, but he only asked me to order a bowl of noodles for him."

Meng Shaoyuan asked in confusion: "Do you think my father is real or fake?"

"Ah?" Wu Jingyi was stunned, and then she realized: "Is it true or false? You'll know when you go in and take a look?"

I know?

I know a ghost.

I swear to you, I have no idea what my father looks like.

Meng Shaoyuan took out his gun, checked it, and then put it away carefully.

He cheered up and walked towards the office.

The pace looks very heavy.

Sick, Wu Jingyi curled her lips.

Seeing your own father, you actually want to bring a weapon?

Well, needless to say, Master Meng has probably been a naughty boy since he was a child and was used to being beaten by his father...

…

When Meng Shaoyuan pushed open the office door, his hands were trembling.

Then, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit, sitting on the sofa in the office, holding a book in his hand.

No matter who this person was, he was very knowledgeable and Meng Shaoyuan quickly made a judgment.

He did not sit in his own chair because he knew he was not the owner here.

He must be quite wealthy, and his suits and leather shoes are all genuine British products.

Her hair is neatly combed and she pays great attention to her personal appearance.

Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, he is gentle and elegant.

What he held in his hand turned out to be an English version of the novel:

The famous American detective novelist Ellery Quinn's work "The Mystery of the Greek Coffin"!

This is a detective mystery novel that was translated into China in 1936, but not many people like to read it.

Not to mention the English version.

On the coffee table, in addition to tea, there is also a cigarette box and pipe for tobacco.

The pipe was specially placed underneath with a piece of paper.

He also pays great attention to personal hygiene.

Usually such people are very cautious!

He sat there with his left foot retracted and his right foot stretched out. His body seemed to be leaning on the sofa very loosely, but in fact only his shoulders were leaning against it.

This posture, from a psychological point of view, is a defense mechanism.

It could even be said that he was ready to escape at any time.

Why is he in this posture in this office?

There are only two explanations:

His identity is fake!

He was impersonating Meng Shaoyuan's father and was preparing to run away as soon as he was exposed.

No, where can he run to?

Then there is only the second explanation:

He has been accustomed to this posture for a long time!

He was holding a book in his hand, which was far away from where the gun could be hidden, so he couldn't take out the gun and shoot immediately.

That means he didn't come here to assassinate Meng Shaoyuan.

Temporarily safe.

Within a few seconds, Meng Shaoyuan's brain was spinning rapidly.

"Xinghan."

The man suddenly shouted.

Xinghan?

Who?

Call yourself?

"Xinghan." The man called again, then put down the book in his hand and sighed softly: "Are you really not ready to recognize me as your father?"

What, who are you?

Ah, maybe Xinghan is my cousin?

Meng Shaoyuan vaguely guessed it.

The man's tone actually contained a bit of frustration: "I, Meng Baifeng, have been known as a playboy since I was young. Six years ago, I abandoned you with a sweetheart I just met, and there has been no news from your mother since then.

You die in depression, will you never forgive me after all?"

What is it exactly?

Are you a playboy who likes to play with women?

My "mother" is dead?

Are you so angry?

So why are you suddenly showing up now?

Can't survive outside? Have you come back to meet your son?

Meng Shaoyuan thought about it and came up with the only answer.

At the very least, he knew the name of his "father":

Meng Baifeng!

It just so happened that I knew nothing about this "father" anyway, so in order to prevent being exposed, I just pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool.

Meng Shaoyuan let out a cold "hum" in his nose without saying a word.

"Xinghan, I'm sorry for you mother and son." Meng Baifeng sighed again: "I am a well-known libertine. My family used to be very rich, but I squandered most of it. When I left, I didn't give any money.

How much money did you mother and son leave behind?"

"Then what are you doing back now?" Meng Shaoyuan had no good impression of this "father" who appeared out of nowhere: "You have no money, so you have come to seek refuge with me?"

Meng Shaoyuan discovered that he and his "father" had very similar personalities:

Like women.

The problem is, I will never abandon the woman around me no matter what.

Not to mention giving birth to a child.

"I trust you?"
To be continued...