The person responsible for arresting people was the bodyguard of Wei Zesheng's family.
The person in charge of the interrogation was Qin Sui.
The person in charge of surveillance is Sheng Yuxiao.
Qin Sui is so good at discerning people's hearts, but now he can't judge this person who changed the sample.
Sheng Yuxiao was not surprised and said in a low voice: "What does the Gui family do? He would have died long ago if he leaked his mouth. If this person is bitten to death, he will definitely not confess."
"But we have already guessed Wei Lin." Little Duck paused and asked, "Can we deceive the process?"
"Huh? Who is the first person to mention Wei Lin's name to this person?" Qin Sui denied there, "He is determined, obviously in modern society, but he behaves like a dead soldier in the TV series who is ready to take poison and die at any time. "
"Yes, this person has received training from his grandfather's family, so he must be different. But Miss Xing has not."
The sound of rushing water sounded.
If the little duck was pretending to go to the toilet before talking to them, of course he would continue to pretend to wash his hands after the conversation was over.
After washing her hands, she walked out obediently.
Xing Siyun couldn't wait any longer. She held her waist and said, "My stomach hurts. I'll go back first..."
The little duck looked at her: "This is the hospital. If you have a stomachache, you need to see a doctor. I'll call the doctor over."
The corner of Xing Siyun's mouth twitched twice: "...Forget it, no need."
This wait is like waiting until everyone is so hungry that their chests are touching their backs.
Xing Siyun wanted to go crazy.
A bodyguard knocked on the door and came in, asking the duck respectfully: "Are you hungry? Will the food be served now?"
The little duck nodded.
Several people dressed as Michelin chefs came in pushing a dining cart.
Xing Siyun looked at the logo on the dining car and asked, "Invited from private cuisine restaurants and French restaurants?"
"Yes." Ducky responded.
She didn't pay for it.
It was Sheng Yuxiao who invited me.
Xing Siyun's eyes lit up. Ever since she could remember, her family's business had not been doing well. She is said to be the daughter of a wealthy family, but she has never experienced such a luxurious life.
She took out her phone and took two photos, feeling better again.
The chef started cooking on the spot.
Before Xing Siyun could take a bite.
The door was knocked open from outside.
"This is the appraisal report." The white coat walked in quickly and placed it on the tea table in the middle.
Mrs. Feng’s old lady said: “Just take a look.”
Wei Wenqing picked it up and put it down again. He breathed a sigh of relief and typed and pronounced: "The child is not mine."
Mrs. Feng was helpless: "Why are you so stubborn..."
"That's what it says in the report."
"What?"
Mrs. Feng's expression changed and she quickly bent down to get the report.
This time it really changed!
It’s different!
Old Mrs. Feng sneered: "Is this your family's method? There is no justice anymore! It was the same thing the day before! Will it be done today?"
Xiaoya jumped off the chair and walked to Xing Siyun.
Xing Siyun's expression froze a little, as if she was a little scared and a little unbelievable.
While she was in a daze, Xiaoya took away her phone.
Xing Siyun finally came back to her senses: "What are you doing?"
The little duck asked: "Is it Wei Lin?"
"What, what Wei Lin?" Xing Siyun pretended to be stupid.
"That's what the Internet says." Xiaoya said crisply.
Mrs. Feng said angrily: "Do you believe whatever is said on the Internet?"
Xing Siyun's phone is still on the photo taking page.
The little duck cut it out easily and said, "Then let's ask him."
"Ask who?"
Xiaoya had a good memory and skillfully entered Wei Lin's mobile phone number without having to look through Xing Siyun's address book.
She pressed dial and then amplified.
"Beep...beep..."
The other end picked up.
"Hello." Wei Lin's voice came out clearly.
Xing Siyun didn't even have time to use the trick of messing around.
"Why don't you speak? What's the matter?" The other end smiled, "Do you want me to comfort you?"
Xing Siyun's cerebral cortex exploded instantly.
what to do? what to do? Can't tell clearly.
Xing Siyun glared at Xiaoya bitterly, and rushed forward to grab it: "Give it back to me, why are you taking someone else's phone?"
But he was blocked by the bodyguard.
"Uncle Wei Lin." The little duck took a step back. It seemed that it was really him!
"Miss Xing's child is yours." Xiaoya said softly.
Wei Lin was silent for a while, and then the voice came up again after a while: "Is it the little duck? Congratulations, I heard that you found your father's family..."
The little duck then said: "Grandpa already knows, according to the rules of the family, you do this..."
"Little duck, what are you talking about? This has nothing to do with me."
Xing Siyunxin said yes, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he bites him to death.
The little duck said: "Why don't you admit it? You are grandpa's godson. Grandpa can tolerate your child."
"Little duck, what's wrong with you? Why do you have to say something that has nothing to do with me?"
"Well, Uncle Wei Lin refuses to admit it, so it seems that the child will not survive. After digging it out, I will send it to you, Uncle Wei Lin." The little duck said and waved his hand.
The bodyguard suddenly came up and caught Xing Siyun.
Xing Siyun's scalp was numb at first, but now she was even more panicked and struggled fiercely: "What are you doing?"
"Miss Xing seems to be scared to tears..." Xiaoya said softly.
"I don't know what you are talking about, and it has nothing to do with me. Let's talk later. I happen to be very busy here." Wei Lin hung up the phone.
Xing Siyun trembled and froze there.
Yes... although I know it's best to pretend not to know each other, but, if you have the guts to go to bed, don't you have the guts to admit it? Isn't he a powerful figure? Why did you give up when faced with a little girl’s questioning?
Mrs. Feng also realized at this time that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
But who knows who is a fool at this moment.
Old Mrs. Feng showed an angry expression: "Your family is bullying others too much! Siyun, let's go!"
The little duck said: "You can't leave."
She paused and said, "Our family is very good at bullying, right uncle?"
Wei Wenqing was stunned for a moment, but still nodded.
Xiaoya looked at Mrs. Feng: "Don't you know what grandpa does at home?"
"What?" Old Mrs. Feng looked stunned and responded instinctively, "Your family has abundant funds overseas and is engaged in venture capital..."
Xing Siyun said tremblingly: "They, they serve as private armed forces overseas."
She knew a lot more than Mrs. Feng, and that was what Wei Lin told her.
Xiaoya returned the phone to Xing Siyun: "Do you want to call Wei Lin again? Look, he doesn't care about you."
Xing Siyun didn't move.
"If you call him again, he won't hang up on you first, right?" Xiaoya tilted his head.
Xing Siyun knew that this was the "conspiracy" of the child in front of her, but she still couldn't bear the temptation.
She wanted to know, wanted to know if everything Wei Lin said counted.
He kept saying that he had arranged everything, but why was she the one here to bear the pressure in the end?
Xing Siyun moved his fingers and dialed again.
"Dudu..."
The phone was hung up.
Xing Siyun couldn't stand it anymore.
The little duck said: "I scared him just now. In fact, as long as you admit it, I can send you to see him immediately, and I can also ask grandpa to hold a wedding for you."
"Otherwise, once he leaves, I don't know when he will come back. Maybe he will never come back."
Mrs. Feng was anxious: "Siyun! She is talking nonsense! Don't tell her..."
Xing Siyun shook off her grandma's hand and said hoarsely, "I admit it."
Anyway, Wei Lin couldn't leave her alone.
Mrs. Feng suddenly went crazy with anger: "That child is really Wei Lin's?"
"...Yes, so it can't be hidden in the first place."
Mrs. Feng rushed up and wanted to slap her.
Xing Siyun took two steps back and cursed loudly: "I've had enough, why must I marry a lame! Either a lame or a mute!"
"Are you sick? Are you going to kill our Xing family? You can't control yourself so much! You want to sleep with a servant!" Mrs. Feng was so angry that she covered her chest.
Xing Siyun corrected him: "He is not a servant."
This kid has already said that he is his godson, Mr. Wei’s godson! What's the difference between that and half a son?
Little Duck interrupted: "Stop arguing, do you still remember the agreement we signed?"
Mrs. Feng's scalp tightened.
Block... block the Xing family's business?
Xing Siyun's tone was very relaxed: "Remember."
Yes, the little girl said at that time that if the child was not Wei Wenqing's, it would not matter other than banning the Xing family. She was also willing to hold a wedding for the child's biological father and Xing Siyun.
When this little girl made the agreement, she divided the interests of the Xing family and Siyun!
So Siyun easily accepted it.
Mrs. Feng trembled and looked at the duck again.
Is this what this kid had planned all along?
"Sit down, let's go abroad tomorrow and give Uncle Wei Lin a surprise." The little duck sat back, "You are pregnant with the child and want to eat, so go ahead and eat."
Xing Siyun was stunned.
Is that... the end?
It's actually easier to deal with than her grandma.
She sat back awkwardly, lowered her head and started eating.
Old Mrs. Feng gritted her teeth in anger: "Do you believe what she said?"
She stared at Xiaoya coldly: "If I guess correctly, this Wei Lin should be fighting for power with your uncle, right?"
Old Mrs. Feng reacted immediately: "Siyun! She is trying to use you to deal with that Wei Lin! This little girl is very sneaky! Don't believe her!"
The little duck pointed at himself: "I'm only seven years old."
Xing Siyun smiled: "Yes, she is only seven years old. Grandma, do you think she can play with us? Can she also use me to deal with an adult man?"
If you are really such a monster, why are you still playing?
Then it's even more important to admit defeat sooner.
