wave!

Song Qiuwu basically didn't listen to Wei Lin's next words. What he kept thinking about was the fact that Ye Wufan, Wu Ying and him were sent to their house one day three years ago at the same time.

All three children had the same note on them, and Wu Ying's child was picked up on November [-]st, what about Ye Wufan's child?It seems that the specific time was not asked, but his child said it was also this season, that is, late autumn in November.

Song Qiuwu took out his phone and called Ye Wufan directly.

Ye Wufan was very surprised when he received the call, "What happened, Hongmenyan can't stand it anymore and need me to rescue you?"

"When was Chengcheng picked up?" Song Qiuwu ignored his teasing and asked directly.

"Why?" Ye Wufan was puzzled, "Why are you asking this?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to ask Butler Feng who picked up the child last time? Did you ask?" Song Qiuwu continued to ask,

Ye Wufan snorted, "I couldn't digest so many things recently, so I forgot about it."

"Ask now."

Ye Wufan could hear his serious tone.After calming down a little, "then just wait a moment."

From Song Qiuwu's side, Ye Wufan could hear the voice of Ye Wufan dialing out from the landline.

After the call was connected, he heard Ye Wufan ask: "Uncle Feng! Do you remember the day you picked up Ye Cheng?"

Butler Feng complained: "Master! Did something happen to the young master? I think it's better to bring the young master back. I'll leave everything to others, and I'll take care of the young master wholeheartedly."

"Don't worry, that kid is very good," Ye Wufan asked again: "When was he picked up?"

Steward Feng replied without thinking, "It was November [-]st three years ago!"

"Huh?" Not only Song Qiuwu who heard the conversation was stunned, but even Ye Wufan who was holding the phone was stunned, "November [-]st? Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Feng Butler said proudly, "How could I make a mistake about this kind of thing."

Ye Wufan hung up the phone in a daze, and then said 'Hello' in a daze, "Ah Wu?"

"November [-]st, Guoguo is also at that time." Song Qiuwu only said this to him and hung up the phone.

"Hello! Hey——! What do you mean by this?" Ye Wufan asked after him, and all he got was the busy tone of 'beep beep'.

Song Qiuwu hung up the phone, grabbed Wei Lin's hair, and asked sharply, "Recall carefully, was it November [-]st when you picked up this child?"

Wei Lin's scalp almost fell off from being pulled by him, and he screamed in pain, "Let go! It hurts so much! It hurts me to death!"

"If you can't remember, there are more pains than this." Song Qiuwu increased his strength.

"Let go, I think! I think it's okay?" Wei Lin's face was covered with tears again, this time he didn't pretend to be sad, but cried because of pain.

In order not to be tortured, Wei Lin began to recall seriously.She only remembered that she picked up Xiaojun two days after a friend's birthday.She has lost contact with that friend now, "I...I'll make a call." Wei Lin begged Song Qiuwudao tremblingly.

Song Qiuwu loosened his grip slightly, but did not let go, "Fight!"

Wei Lin took out his mobile phone and called another friend, and got a definite answer. He raised his face and looked at Song Qiuwu, "I... I really don't know when, I just remember that this friend passed by. It’s two or three days after the birthday. My friend’s birthday is October 28.”

"That's November [-]st." Song Qiuwu confirmed without thinking.

In fact, he had already decided in his heart that he asked Wei Lin just to get a definite explanation.

Everything is specially arranged by someone.

Song Qiuwu slammed Wei Lin to the ground, turned around and wanted to take Xiaojun away.

"What's wrong with you? Don't take the child with you when you're in such a bad mood. You go first, and the child stays with me." Mr. Song saw the powerful anger that was trying to be contained under his grandson's calm face, and beat him.

Song Qiuwu was not happy, "It's okay!"

"Qiu Wu, you have something to do. Let the child play with me for a while longer." Elder Dong opened his mouth.

Song Qiuwu could not give face to his grandfather, it was because he was too familiar with him.But I had to give Dong Lao face, "I'll pick him up later."

He had to check one more thing.

After Song Qiuwu left, he drove all the way to the place where Ye Wufan worked.Ye Wufan is still struggling with Song Qiuwu's phone call.What's the meaning?Has November [-]st become an international child-picking festival?

Song Qiuwu rushed into his office and asked, "Where is that note that Chengcheng was carrying? Where is it?"

Ye Wufan looked blank, "What? What are you asking that for?"

"It's useful, where can you take it."

Ye Wufan saw that he was mysterious, so he didn't ask this question: "Okay! I'll ask Uncle Feng to bring it to me."

"Let Wu Ying bring the note from Guoguo." Song Qiuwu couldn't contact Wu Ying, so he had to ask Ye Wufan to contact him.

"What are you going to do? Can't tell me anything, do you have to let me guess?"

"I can't tell you anything now. Everything is just my idea." Song Qiuwu is cautious, and he does not intend to reveal this matter before there is no conclusive evidence to support his idea.

Ye Wufan had no choice but to call Wu Ying.

Wu Ying was busy interrogating Bai Shao's case, so Ye Wufan asked Ye Wufan to go to his house to get it.Ye Wufan complained about 'trouble' but decided to go there himself.

They first waited for Steward Feng to deliver the things, and after getting the things, they went to Wu Ying's house together, and found the note sealed in a sealed bag in Wu Ying's bedside table.

When Ye Wufan saw this note for the first time, he understood what Song Qiuwu was thinking.

"The words on it...are very similar, could it be...written by the same person?" Ye Wufan asked in surprise.

"Not only the handwriting, but even the papers are the same." Song Qiuwu took out the two pieces of paper and looked at the light, then handed the papers to Ye Wufan.

Ye Wufan made a careful comparison and frowned in shock, "What's going on?"

"The one on Xiaojun's body was thrown away. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the same material and handwriting as these three papers." Song Qiuwu said.

"Xiao Jun?" Ye Wufan was stunned, "How come?"

"Xiao Jun was not born to Wei Lin, that woman picked him up from the yard of the Song Family Mansion on November [-]st three years ago."

After Song Qiuwu explained this, Ye Wufan gasped, "Really?"

"That's why I asked you to confirm the exact date when Ye Cheng was picked up."

"Same time, same note, same handwriting..." Ye Wufan already had an answer in his heart, but he couldn't say it out, because he still couldn't figure out some things.

"Could it be the same person who sent them here?" After a long while, Ye Wufan could only say so.

Song Qiuwu didn't answer directly, but the expression on his face clearly agreed.

"This matter is not trivial, let's discuss it with Wu Ying and Xi Zhan. I'm a little confused now." Ye Wufan said.

Along the way, the two had their own concerns in their hearts.Ye Wufan wanted to speak several times, but swallowed the words back.

Until they drove back to Wei Ding's house and saw Xi Zhan sitting on the sofa like a wooden chicken in the living room. Ye Wufan cleared his throat and wanted to remind him, but Song Qiuwu held his shoulder and walked over He picked up a piece of paper that was spread out on the coffee table in front of Xi Zhan.

Only then did Xi Zhan wake up, and turned his eyes to look at them.

"He...they...are...brothers!" Xi Zhan stammered.

Song Qiuwu looked at the paper with a glance, and finally let go of the bold guess that had been suffocated all the way in his heart.

"It seems that I guessed correctly." Song Qiuwu said.

Ye Wufan took a quick breath, took the paper in Song Qiuwu's hand and looked at it quickly, "...It turned out to be true! I, I had this idea just now, and I have never dared to say it, for fear ridiculed."

Too many coincidences collide together, even if the conclusion drawn is a bit novel and bold, you can only choose to believe it.

Xi Zhan muttered to himself: "My mind has been in a mess since I saw this result. Could it be... where did I make a mistake?"

"It's impossible to make a mistake." Ye Wufan pointed out the similarities Song Qiuwu had discovered about the three children Chengcheng, Guoguo, and Xiaojun. "The three of them are brothers for sure."

"What about quack? Quack is also related to them by blood." This is where Xi Zhan struggles.

"Quack is unexpected. However, in this way, some things can be explained clearly." Song Qiuwu recalled everything that happened before, why the children must follow Wei Ding, and why Why did Wei Ding appear around the children... There is a reason for everything.

"Quack's mother not only gave birth to one, but she also gave birth to the other three. It's just a little earlier than Quack. Maybe for some reason, she couldn't raise these three children herself, so she sent them back to her father. Later, when I was entrusted to Gu, I entrusted all three children to Dingding!" Song Qiuwu's words fully proved that Xiaojun's ability to make up stories was purely hereditary,

"I understand!" Ye Wufan nodded again and again, "So, the children get along so harmoniously, they will be called Dingding... Mama."

"Those children can understand what Guagua said...it's because they are related by blood!" Xi Zhan also remembered something.

"Dingding...why do you want to hide us?" Ye Wufan asked unconsciously.

Hearing his words, the other two men thought hard.yes!Although this kind of thing is a bit unusual, but they even accepted Wei Ding's identity setting, how could they not accept these children?Why didn't Wei Ding tell them?

"The children are also tight-lipped." Song Qiuwu added.

Looking back now, these four children never said anything in front of their faces. Instead, when they had doubts, they deliberately diverted their doubts.

"It's useless for us to think about it here, so let's just go and ask. By the way... also ask, what happened to the mother of the children? How can she conceive children of three different men at the same time?" Xi Zhan Frowning with a puzzled expression on his face.

"You think too much. If the other party is the same person as Ding Ding, this kind of skill should not be called a skill. Besides, they just borrowed our seed, and we don't have the memory of meeting such a person Right?" Ye Wufan asked.

"Is there no memory? Or... was the memory erased?" Song Qiuwu said to himself.

Having had the experience of forcibly erasing their memories, the faces of the three men all looked a little ugly.