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"Years ago?"

Wen Wei nodded.

Song Qingyang had almost no nonsense, and went straight to the point, which Wen Wei appreciated quite a bit. "Difficult. The National Security Network Center has the ability to restore data. I'm not sure if it's possible."

"How long will it take?"

"You thought it was loading data, and it won't hurt your back when you stand and talk." Song Qingyang said angrily. He hated laymen the most, such as Jiang Yihan, who always thought he was a computer repairer. He was tied to a chair for several hours of "ideological education", and told him profoundly, what the hell am I doing!

Wen Wei pondered, it seems that this task is not easy, seeing that Song Qingyang seems to be very busy, he is too embarrassed to bother him, not to mention, he has no plan to give money...

"Forget it, it doesn't matter much."

Yes, it's not important that Wenmu is just his own father.

The more he said this, the more Song Qingyang felt embarrassed not to help. After all, he was Jiang Yihan and Gu Fenglin's little lover, so he would help him if he could.

"What about monitoring data?"

Wen Wei rubbed his nose, and he seemed to want to help, "Eh, it's in the hotel surveillance." Song Qingyang looked up at him, Wen Weiyi's face was innocent, Song Qingyang licked his back molars, "How can you be so good at it?" Find me a job?"

"Please, please, this is very important to me. Just look at Yi Han and Gu Fenglin's face, okay? Please." Wen Wei pouted and acted like a spoiled child. Although he looked ordinary, he was pure and innocent. Dress up casually, looking like a college student who doesn't like the world, Song Qingyang can't refuse no matter what.

"Okay, tell me carefully." So Wen Wei made up a story that sounded reasonable. Song Qingyang didn't doubt that he was there, and immediately hacked into other people's systems quietly, trying to find that story. monitor.

Wen Wei saw that there was another bed in his office. On the light green sheet, there was a British short-haired snoring very comfortably. Wen Wei took a look at Song Qingyang, and quietly moved to the side of the bed, squatting on the ground After petting him, the cat was cute and docile, abnormally fat, and Wen Wei liked it more and more. I really imagined that a man as cold as Song Qingyang would even keep a cat.

Wen Wei put the lost and recovered ring on his neck, reminding him from time to time how embarrassing and heart-wrenching he was in his relationship. He would never give this sincerity again. Maybe someday in the future , he will see that person again, return the ring to him calmly, and truly bid farewell to the past.

But the most urgent task right now is that mysterious man.

Wen Wei leaned against the bed and saw Wen Mu holding the small mirror in his hand and applying child cream on that little face, "Son, what do you think will happen if I find your real father?"

Wen Mu glanced at him ignorantly, "Will you not want me?" Wen Wei pulled him into his arms, the little guy exuded the smell of shower gel, a clean little doll, Wen Wei couldn't be more distressed enough, If someone took her away, wouldn't it be the same as cutting out a piece of flesh from her heart?

"Of course not. You still have to give me a pension. Otherwise, why would I give birth to you? But, what if your father is rich? Go to the best kindergarten, where you can eat seafood every day, and the car will pick you up." Send, no need to squeeze the bus and subway, buy you the best toys and clothes, would you like to go with him?"

Wen Mu raised his head, he didn't seem to feel that there was any difference between that kind of life and now, except that he could eat seafood every day... It was indeed a bit exciting, but how could seafood be compared with Wen Wei? In Wen Mu's heart, following Wen Wei , everything will be there.

Wen Wei didn't seem to notice that he was quite nervous during the process of waiting for the answer. The child's inner world was full of strange thoughts, and he didn't know what answer their little ancestor would give him.