Mrs. Legend

"Si'an." Mei Chuanqi said a name.

When Feng Jingteng heard the surname 'Si', he immediately thought of Si Jiantang, frowned and muttered: "The surname is Si anyway."

Mei Chuanqi didn't hear what Feng Jingteng said: "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" Feng Jingteng immediately got out of bed, walked to the table and sat down, turned on the optical brain and asked, "Which department?"

Mei Chuanqi walked beside him: "Are you going to check my mother's identity?"

"Well. I'll try to see if I can break into the household registration department of the general police to check your mother's identity." Feng Jingteng's fingers seemed to be flying, and he typed very fast. In just one second, he typed out a large string of letters. and symbols.

It's just a matter of familiarity with the road, and it's easy to invade the household registration.

He asked while entering the complex program: "Which security, which division, tell me."

"An is the Ann of Ping An, and Si is the company's Secretary."

After Mei Chuanqi finished speaking, as if he had discovered some amazing secret, his eyes suddenly opened, his face was full of disbelief and shock.

All Feng Jingteng's attention was on the optical brain, so he didn't notice that something was wrong with Mei Chuanqi.

At this moment, he was secretly rejoicing that Mei Chuanqi did not say that he was Si Jiantang's Si.

Feng Jingteng quickly searched for the woman named Si An. There were four to five hundred people in the world, but only one person passed away and was encrypted and protected.

He stared closely at the protection program on the optical brain, and frowned. This protection program is indeed very complicated, and it will take some time to crack it.

Time passed bit by bit, until the screen of the complex program suddenly changed, Feng Jingteng breathed a sigh of relief: "The cracking was successful."

He tilted his head and asked, "Do you want to click in now?"

Mei Chuanqi came back to his senses, glanced at his head, complicated eyes appeared in his eyes, and shook his head in a depressed mood: "No need."

He turned around and walked to the bed, fell down on the bed, and lay motionless on the bed.

Seeing that Mei Chuanqi suddenly lost interest, Feng Jingteng raised his eyebrows in surprise, got up and lay down on Mei Chuanqi's body: "What's wrong?"

In his deep voice, there is deep concern, pampering and distress.

Hearing the sound, Mei Chuanqi turned over and met those worried black eyes.

He involuntarily stretched out his arms to wrap around Feng Jingteng's strong waist, and said weakly: "I don't need to look, I can be sure that the person inside is not my mother."

Feng Jingteng raised his eyebrows: "Why are you suddenly so sure?"

"You read my mother's name."

Doubt flashed across Feng Jingteng's eyes, but he still tried to say softly: "Si'an!?"

"You read it several times in a row."

Feng Jingteng silently said several times in his heart, his expression suddenly paused, and he said uncertainly: "An Si, An Si?"

All his attention just now was on the surname 'Si', and he really didn't expect that the name Si An would be An Si when pronounced backwards.

However, while Feng Jingteng was a little surprised by this name, he also felt that it should be so.

When Mei Chuanqi heard this name, he slowly closed his eyes. Now his mind was in chaos and his heart was extremely complicated.

He used to really hope that An Si was his father, but now that he knew that An Si was really likely to be his real father, he felt a little unacceptable in his heart.

This is not only because of whether An Si is his father, but also because Mei Zhengjun is probably not his biological father, and Mei Zhendong is not his grandfather, which makes him feel that his previous family is a virtual one. .

Feng Jingteng knew that he needed to calm down now, so he kissed his lips, got up and returned to the table, clicked on it, and a handsome face came into his eyes.

He frowned.

The person in the photo is a woman, with black and beautiful hair hanging down her back, a pair of large and clear pupils embedded in her beautiful face, a small nose, and lips that are neither thin nor thick but very sexy. However, on this woman's face, I can't find anything similar to Mei Chuanqi and Mei Danger.

Feng Jingteng felt that if Mei Zhendong was not lying to Mei Chuanqi that Mei Dandan looked like his grandma, or the woman in front of him was not Mei Dandan's grandma at all.

He thinks the latter is more likely.

Feng Jingteng turned off his optical brain and lay down next to Mei Chuanqi, holding him in his arms, kissing his cheek and neck from time to time to express his comfort.

Under Feng Jingteng's close comfort, Mei Chuanqi felt much better. He opened his eyes, looked at the flower board quietly, and thought: He is just guessing now, and things may not be what he thinks. Thinking wildly is simply a waste of emotion.

Thinking about it this way, I didn't feel so uncomfortable in my heart.

Seeing that Mei Chuanqi's mood seemed to have calmed down, Feng Jingteng said, "Do you now think that Uncle An is very likely to be your father, uh, according to your grandfather, Wei Wei looks like grandma, then It means that Uncle An should be the one who gave birth to you, that is your father, not your father."

He thought for a while: "Speaking of which, how could you let Wei Wei call you father, not father?"

In their planet, if couples get married and have children, the party responsible for giving birth should call the child father and the other party father after the child is born.

Mei Chuanqi's body froze slightly: "I think letting the child call him father will make us father and son closer."

Feng Jingteng felt that his body had suddenly become a little stiff, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, there were many people who called his father Dad.

"I still have another question in mind. If Uncle An is really your father, then is your father still Major General Mei? If not Major General Mei, who else would it be?"

Mei Chuanqi turned his head silently, stared at Feng Jingteng speechlessly, and said helplessly: "Dear Colonel Feng, how can you catch the point in one word? You are not afraid that after I know the truth completely, I will not accept the fact. And go crazy?"

Ans has been with his ancestors for more than 200 years, so Ans is at least 200 years old, but Mei Zhengjun is less than 80 years old, and the two cannot be partners at all. Ans's age can be Mei Zheng Jun's grandfather, so it is impossible for them to be partners.

If they weren't partners, but Anse was his father, then the father was...

The face of his ancestor flashed across Mei Chuanqi's mind, and he shuddered.

It's ridiculous!

How could the ancestor be his father.

If it was really his father, why did he sneer at him when he was a child.

Mei Chuanqi couldn't imagine that his ancestor was his father.

Feng Jingteng kissed him on the corner of his mouth in a funny way: "I believe that your ability to accept is very strong, so you won't go crazy so easily."

Mei Chuanqi suddenly said, "I want to go home."

He didn't care whether An Si was his father or who his father was. The only thing he could be sure of now was that he could no longer face An Si and his ancestors calmly.

"Okay, let's go home." Feng Jingteng agreed with this idea very much.

Mei Chuanqi stood up: "Go find your son, and I'll drive the car to the second floor."

He walked quickly out of the door into the hall.

There was only one light on in the hall. Except for the guards of the ancestors patrolling, the ancestors and Ans were not seen.

Mei Chuanqi breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the guards at the door: "I will tell my ancestor tomorrow that we have to leave beforehand, and we will come to see him later when we have time."

After speaking, he drove the hover car parked in the courtyard to the second floor, let Feng Jingteng, who was holding the child, sit in, and then drove away quickly.

When they left, a figure stood at the door and window on the third floor, watching them leave with a blank expression.

An amused look flashed across Mei Feichen's eyes, and he snorted coldly, "You coward, you chose to escape in the middle of the night, it's a shame he's still a member of the Mei family."

An Si, who came from behind him, saw the pink car going away, and said in confusion and frustration, "Why are they leaving in such a hurry."

He also wanted to have breakfast with Mei Chuanqi and his family tomorrow.

"Maybe something happened suddenly!" Mei Feichen couldn't help but soften his voice when he heard An Si's voice. He turned sideways and saw An Si who had taken off his mask, loosened his hair and was wearing a bare-chested nightgown. His eyes dimmed slightly. , Breathing gradually became heavy.

The person in front of him is like an elf that has fallen from the sky, so beautiful that people can't bear to blink.

Although he has seen it for nearly 300 years, he still feels that he can't get enough.

Mei Feichen was deeply attracted by An Si, and couldn't help raising his hand, caressing his delicate face, and whispered: "An Si, you are so beautiful!"

He lowered his head and kissed the thin red lips, his hands slipped from An Si's neck, he reached into the open pajamas, and stroked the smooth skin.

The loose pajamas An Si was wearing fell to the ground in an instant, revealing his beautiful body.

Mei Feichen's breathing became heavier.

An Si panted lightly: "Don't... don't stand at the window, you will be seen."

Mei Feichen bent over quickly, hugged him on the bed easily, and threw him on the sweet body.

Soon, the two bodies were intertwined regardless of you and me, galloping happily, and deeply integrated into each other's body.

The night outside the window is getting deeper and quieter. However, the room is getting hotter and happier. The sounds of panting and moaning are intertwined into a beautiful movement. Under the dim light, depicting A beautiful color.