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Tang Yebai pretended to be surprised and said, "I don't know if you are my son. Xia Chenxi has lost his memory. Now some people say that you are my son. I also think that you are my son, so it is the fastest way to make identification."

No one talks nonsense. Talk with data.

This is Tang Yebai's consistent style.

Xiabao was blocked by Tang Yebai and couldn't say a word. Tang Yebai said it all in reason. He had no reason to refute it. Tang Yebai looked at the distressed summer with a smile, "you don't want to make identification unless you know who your father is."

Xiabao howls in her heart, daddy, you are so cunning.

What a cliche.

Too cunning, too cunning.

"If identified, I am not your son?" Xia Baobao takes time to ask Tang Yebai.

Tang Yebai said, "no, it's not."

"So simple?"

Tang Yebai snorted. He looked at the summer and said slowly, "let me tell you the truth, I don't intend to have children in my life. I hate children. So, I never expect children. "

"If you are my son, I want a truth. If so, it's better. I think it's good to have a son like you."

"If not, I don't lose, do I?"

Tang night white man, want to be clear, don't also don't want to be clear.

When Xiabao heard a sentence that she didn't expect the child, she suddenly felt that a sad arrow had hit his small heart. She could not help but show her aggrieved expression. She was not expected by her father,.

"Will you tell me the truth?" Tang Yebai asked.

Summer baby pursed her lips, thought for a while, and said in agony, "I'd like to tell you the truth, but I don't know."

"All right, we'll do the identification right away." Tang night white smile, demons dance, evil rebirth.

"Jokes." Summer baby cold hum, domineering four splashes, "casually a person wants me to be his son, pulls me to do the appraisal, I must go?"

"Laozi is very reserved and expensive."

"I'm not that casual."

Tang Yebai

Boy, it's a little painful to hear this. I'm so sorry that I don't even blink.

Summer baby also felt proud and charming, quietly turned his head to one side, clenched his fist, he wanted to be a gentleman, to be a tyrant, absolutely not evil, not arrogant.

Tang Yebai looked at the child's face with tears and laughter. The softest part in his heart felt warm when he was poked by someone.

If only it was his son.

Tang Yebai thought of those bullet proof Ferrari, narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling like a diplomatic ambassador, "summer baby, who are you, why do they want to protect you, and who are they?"

Xia Baobao knows that he can't avoid this problem. If Tang Yebai is told that he is a trump mercenary, his father will immediately catch him and throw him down to kill people. This is very likely.

After all, they are enemies.

The Tang clan, the ace mercenary and the huoyun group, are in a tripartite relationship. They all regard each other as a thorn in the eye, which has always been the case for many years.

Xia Baobao showed a small reserved, small shy smile. She was a big girl with a yellow flower. Tang Ye's white cheek gave a sharp puff. How could this kind of smile on the child's face feel a little weird.

"Honey, my family loves it. When flowers bloom, a lot of people rush home to take care of them. So, Mr. Tang, you know that."