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This young boy is only thirteen or fourteen years old at most, or even younger.Xiang Yan has seen many boys of this age, most of them are very precocious, wearing fashionable school uniforms, pocket money filled with pocket money from their parents, they are arrogant and self-willed no matter at school or at home side.

Like his son Shaochen, who was born in a mafia family, he received education from the family since he was a child, and was escorted by bodyguards when he went out. At this age, he, a father, had nothing to worry about, but the one in front of him The child is different from any one he has ever seen. He doesn't look much better than Xiang Rou's cat.Walking outside, there is a feeling that if you don't look at it, you will lose it. He and his son Shaochen are people in two worlds.

"Do you know who I am?" Xiang Yan pinched his chin with his fingers. Xiang Yan's fingers were a little rough. Rubbing gently, he was forced to look up at himself.

But in fact, he didn't do that, and Ye Xiaolou never took his eyes off him.

"Now it's not a question of whether I remember you or not." Xiang Yan said coldly, "Where did you come from, where did you meet me, and how did you get under my son's car? You better tell me the truth."

Ye Xiaolou was a little confused by his questions. In fact, since he woke up from this world, he felt that his mind was completely confused, and everything in front of him was full of unreality in his eyes. A sense of dream, but even in a dream, he has never seen these strange things.

When Xiang Shaochen's car ran towards him, he was still thinking about what kind of living thing this glowing thing was, and felt that he was going to be swallowed up for a moment, and wanted to run reflexively, but how could he run with his two legs? The four wheels of others have been filled with gasoline!

So he was really wronged by being bumped.

But thinking about it later, if he hadn't been sent to the hospital by the people who came out of the bar, he wouldn't have seen the man in front of him.

"I... I don't know either, Daddy." Ye Xiaolou hesitated, but he didn't mean to avoid it at all, he really didn't know.

Ye An squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Xiaolou distrustfully.

But Xiang Yan's sudden question made him stiff again reflexively.

"Do you know this person?" Xiang Yan raised his chin, motioning him to look at Ye An.

Mr. Xiang, I really don't have such a big son...

Ye An opened his mouth, and finally let Ye Xiaolou's curious gaze brush over his body aggrievedly, his ears felt a little hot.

"I don't know, Daddy." Ye Xiaolou said seriously.

Ye An: "..."

This is really called a father... If he really had such a son, he would definitely hug him and throw him home immediately.

Xiang Yan saw that he was still touching his belly with one hand when he was talking, and frowned, "What's wrong with the belly?"

Ye Xiaolou moved his lips, and said shyly, "...I'm a little hungry."

He wasn't a little hungry, but very, very hungry. He hadn't eaten much since he woke up on the main road. Although the two guards guarding him would bring him food every day, Ye Xiaolou was in poor health. With injuries on his body, he couldn't eat anything in the stuffy room.

Xiang Yan was also a little impatient when he asked, and even began to feel that the child had some brain problems, and he had to ask Dr. Bai to check for him if he had been hit with a severe concussion.

"How old are you?" Xiang Yan glanced at Ye An, Ye An understood, turned and walked out.

Looks like this, Mr. Xiang is going to have dinner here too?

Ye An went to order someone to prepare dinner, and before leaving the door, he heard Ye Xiaolou's pitiful voice saying, "Daddy, don't you remember how old Xiaolou is?"

Ye An lowered his head and supported his forehead, thinking that Mr. Xiang would lose his temper if he kept asking questions like this!

Xiang Yan was really impatient, so he didn't ask any more questions at all, and directly ordered coldly: "Just say what I ask you, do you want to be thrown out?"

"...I'm sorry, Daddy." Ye Xiaolou shrank his head and said cautiously: "...13...13 years old, I am [-] years old this year."

"Who else is at home?"

"No more. When my mother died, Xiaolou dug her grave herself. Only the grandmother and a sister from the next door came to see her."

Xiang Yan felt that this child was not just a matter of being knocked into a dementia, maybe he was born with this?

"My mother asked me to come out to find my father before she died, but at that time I was too scared to go out alone..."

As Ye Xiaolou talked, his voice lowered: "I waited for a long time... before I came out."

Ye Xiaolou only said that he waited for a long time, but what he experienced at that time was enough to make this young child fall into despair and a huge blow.

From winter to spring, grass grew on his mother's grave. Ye Xiaolou pulled it out one by one with his hands, and left the house where he had lived for more than ten years with his only package.

Xiang Yan was quiet and said, "Why do you call me Daddy? I look a lot like your father?"

"Father..." Ye Xiaolou said blankly, "Father is Daddy, and Daddy is Daddy..."

Xiang Yan took a deep breath, turned his head and said angrily: "What are you all doing in a daze, waiting for me to carry it?!"

The servant at the door was so frightened that his legs went limp, and the dining cart he was pushing almost tilted out, and he hurriedly pushed it in with his head down.