President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Faced with everyone's shock and curiosity, Wan Xiatian twitched his lips.

Pulling Song Runian next to her, she whispered, "I'm starting to believe what you said, but it's weird for everyone to react like this. Didn't you say I lost my memory?"

But everyone's reaction looks more like she died and resurrected.

Song Runian thought for a while, but couldn't think of a suitable explanation.

He could only reply, "Anyway, seeing you again after more than 20 years, everyone is very happy!"

Wan Xiaxia curled her lips, "Are you sure, that woman with the same name and surname as me is so popular that you can all like her."

What's the matter with being a little envious in my heart?

Song Runian opened his mouth and was about to answer.

And at this time, someone walked quickly from not far away, and immediately hugged Wan Xiaxia into his arms.

His voice was trembling, full of excitement and joy.

"Xiamen, I finally found you, you are back!"

Wan Xia seldom had such intimate contact with a man, so he was not used to it.

Struggling to push the man away, he smelled the faint scent of juniper on the man's body.

There was a flash of light in my mind, and I forgot to struggle for a while.

In the end, it was the younger brother who rushed forward and pushed Bo's father away fiercely, his eyes were fierce and angry, "Who are you, why do you want to hug the boss, don't you?"

"Who are you, and why are you called Boss Xia?" Father Bo's eyes were full of puzzlement and doubt.

Seeing this, Song Runian stepped forward to smooth things over, "This matter is very complicated to talk about, let's go to the restaurant, chat while eating, and shake things up, shall we?"

That's the way things are, and that's all there is to it.

There were too many people, and three tables were arranged.

As for Wan Xiaxia's table, only Father Bo, Mr. Chu, Song Runian, Wan Xiaxia and the younger brother were sitting.

It was empty, with a wide field of vision, and the eyes of everyone were clearly visible.

Wan Xiaxia was very uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and explain clearly, I have to go back to the casino." Wan Xiaxia urged.

Father Bo also nodded, "Yes, Nian Nian, what's going on, she doesn't seem to know me anymore, and where did you find her?"

Countless questions lingered in Father Bo's mind.

Song Runian cleared his throat, and explained, "It's a long story, please keep calm before I can talk about it."

"Okay, let's keep calm." Father Bo nodded vigorously, "Speak quickly."

So in the next half hour, Song Runian told Father Bo everything he knew.

Father Bo's eyes widened in surprise, he looked at Wan Xiaxia and shook his head desperately, "It's impossible, you are Xia Tian, ​​I can't admit it wrong!"

"In this world, there should be people who look exactly the same, which is a normal phenomenon." Wan Xiaxia insisted.

Song Runian reminded, "Dad, tell me a little secret that only you guys know, and prove that she is the Wan Xia you know."

This is why Song Runian insisted on bringing Wan Xiatian back.

It's useless to say nothing and show evidence. Wan Xiatian's sophistry will not help.

Father Bo thinks about it too.

After thinking about it seriously, he said, "You have a scar on your ankle. It was once I was plotted against by someone. You left it to save me. At that time, you had three stitches. Later, you thought it was too ugly, so you used a tattoo to scar me." Covered."

Everyone thought that Wan Xia Tian had the tattoo on purpose, but they didn't know the secret behind the tattoo.

Hearing this, Wan Xiaxia's expression instantly became serious.

"Boss, you really have a tattoo on your ankle, is there a scar underneath?" the younger brother asked curiously.