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Song Qiuwu didn't intend to admit Xiaojun's identity.After he knew that the child was born by Wei Lin, he made this decision. No matter what, he would not recognize this child, and naturally he would not care about him.

Of course he could guess what Mrs. Song, aunt and nephew were trying to get a child for.Just as he was determined not to marry a woman surnamed Wei, he would not let that woman's child become a descendant of his Song family.

As for what those two plan to use the child to plot in the future, he is also very clear.Song Qiuwu sneered darkly in his heart. He had made a will long ago. If something happened to him, all his wealth would be handed over to the foundation under his name. Except for Mrs. Song's current possessions, everything else... was scattered in the Society, helping those in need.

Wanting to use the children to seek great profits for themselves... wishful thinking!

Song Qiuwu glanced at his watch and planned to leave.The cutscenes that should be gone have gone, are you still here to play tricks with these people?

"Let's go!" Song Qiuwu told Qiao Jin who was guarding the door.

Qiao Jin looked at the sky, "Young Master, the weather outside is very bad. There may be thunderstorms. The Meteorological Bureau has issued a red thunderstorm warning just now. I think... let's wait for the thunderstorm to pass before leaving."

After the bursts of thunder and lightning that shook the sky and the earth just now, the weather not only did not improve, but became gloomy rapidly. At this moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was obviously almost noon, but it was like midnight. It was frighteningly dark. What was even more frightening was the constant Silver lightning with the thickness of a bucket fell on top of their heads, and the weather report released by the Meteorological Bureau showed that the center of the thunderstorm was moving towards the Imperial City Palace and would stay above their heads for a while.

Song Qiuwu looked sideways at the darkened sky outside the window, and nodded.

At this time, Guagua was trying to use his little meaty wings as a support, supporting his chubby body to climb the stairs step by step.

After finally climbing the last flight of stairs, he was so tired that he sat at the foot of the stairs panting, and kept rubbing the sweat on his head with his fleshy wings.

Sanqiao ran out of the small room, holding a kettle in his hand, and hurried downstairs to fetch water.

After taking the medicine, Xiao Jun has been yelling and shouting, just now he finally stopped for a while, when he woke up, he smashed everything in the house, drank a pot of water in one breath, and now he is still yelling I want water to drink.

Guagua raised his small head and looked at Sanqiao's figure going downstairs. He wanted to jump on the other person's body for a "downwind road", but he retracted his protruding mouth after seeing that the other party was going downstairs.

Sanqiao quickly went upstairs again with another pot of water.

Seeing him stepping up the last flight of stairs, Gugua grabbed the other person's trousers with his tender mouth, and was led up by Mihashi.

After entering the room, Sanqiao didn't see Xiaojun's shadow, so he put the kettle on the cabinet by the door and went to the bathroom to look for it.

After entering the bathroom, he saw Xiaojun flung himself on the washstand with his mouth under the faucet desperately drinking tap water, Sanqiao hurriedly picked him up and walked out, "My little master, why did you run away? Drink that water!"

"I'm thirsty! Water...give me water!" Xiaojun struggled not to be carried out of the bathroom, his eyes wandered around unconsciously, and when he saw the water in the toilet, he slipped off Sanqiao's body and turned towards Sanqiao. The toilet rushed over.

"Ouch, ancestor! Are you stupid, that's a toilet!"

Sanqiao hugged Xiaojun again, dragging and tugging, before dragging the kid out of the bathroom, and closing the door of the bathroom by the way.

"Water~water~~bring water for the young master—!!" Xiaojun had a violent and unruly expression on his face, waving his hands and feet at the same time, preventing Sanqiao from approaching him.

After Mitsuhashi gave him the kettle, he held the kettle and poured it with his head up...

Author's gossip: Ask for an olive branch, ask for a collection!