Meng Shaoyuan had never been so distracted, and at that moment, he once again wondered if he had heard it wrong!

Who's coming?

Own father?

Joke?

Definitely a joke.

Since coming to this era, Meng Shaoyuan will also think, do he have parents in this era?

If so, who are the parents?

It's a pity that I can't see my own information.

Nor can he hold a man and ask:

"Hey, buddy, do you know who my parents are?"

That's not a ghost who doesn't think of a psychopath!

And, more often than not, such thoughts are fleeting.

As Meng Shaoyuan had completely integrated himself with this era, he no longer thought about it.

But at this time, his father came?

Father?

"District Chief Meng, your father has been waiting for you for more than three hours. And, no one but me knows he's your father. This is also what he has specially explained. ”

Wu Jingyi reminded in a low voice: "At noon, I wanted to invite him to dinner, but he only asked me to order a bowl of noodles for him." ”

Meng Shaoyuan asked in a daze: "You say, is my father really fake?" ”

"Huh?" Wu Jingyi was stunned, and then reacted: "It's really fake, don't you know when you go in and see it?" ”

I know?

I know a ghost.

I swear to you, I don't know what my father looks like.

Meng Shaoyuan took out the gun, checked it, and then carefully put it away.

He perked himself up and walked towards the office.

The pace looks very heavy.

Sick, Wu Jingyi pursed her lips.

Seeing his own Lao Tzu, he still has to bring weapons?

Well, needless to say, Young Master Meng is estimated to have been a stubborn child since he was a child, and he was used to being beaten by his father......

……

When Meng Shaoyuan pushed open the office door, his hands were a little trembling.

Then, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit, sitting on a couch in his office, holding a book in his hand.

No matter who this person is, he is very knowledgeable, and Meng Shaoyuan quickly made a judgment.

He didn't sit in his own chair because he knew he wasn't the master here.

It should be quite rich, and the suits and leather shoes are serious British goods.

The hair is combed meticulously, and the personal image is very important.

Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, suave and elegant.

What I was holding in my hand turned out to be an English version:

The famous American detective writer Ellery Quinn's work "The Mystery of the Greek Coffin"!

This is a detective mystery book, which was translated into China in 1936, but not many people like to read it.

Not to mention the English version.

On the coffee table, in addition to tea, there is also a cigarette case and pipe for tobacco shreds.

The pipe, deliberately padded underneath with a piece of paper.

He also pays attention to personal hygiene.

Usually such people, very cautious and careful!

He sat there, his left foot back and his right foot outstretched, and his body looked slack against the couch, but only his shoulders were leaning.

This posture, from a psychological point of view, is a defense mechanism.

It can even be said that he is ready to run away at any time.

Why is he in this office?

There are no more than two explanations:

His identity is fake!

He was pretending to be Meng Shaoyuan's father, preparing to run away as soon as he was exposed.

No, where can he run to?

Then there is only the second explanation:

He has been used to this posture for a long time!

He was holding a book in his hand, far away from the place where he could hide the gun, and he couldn't pull out the gun to shoot at the first time.

That means that he didn't come here to assassinate Meng Shaoyuan.

Safe for the time being.

In a matter of seconds, Meng Shaoyuan's brain was racing rapidly.

"Xinghan."

The man suddenly screamed.

Xinghan?

Who is it?

Call yourself?

"Xinghan." The man screamed again, then put down the book in his hand and sighed softly: "You, are you really not ready to recognize me as a father?" ”

What, who are you?

Ah, Xinghan is about his own table?

Meng Shaoyuan vaguely guessed.

There was a bit of frustration in the man's tone: "I, Meng Baifeng, have been known as a playboy since I was young, six years ago, I took a good friend I just met, abandoned you, and there has been no news since then, your mother died of depression, am I unwilling to forgive me after all?" ”

What the hell is it?

Are you a playboy who likes to play with women?

My "mother" died?

by you?

So what are you doing out of the blues now?

Can't get around outside? Came back to find your son?

Meng Shao thought about it, but there was only this answer.

At the very least, he knew the name of his "father":

Meng Baifeng!

It just so happens that I don't know anything about this "father" anyway, so in order to prevent exposure, I just pretend to be crazy and stupid.

Meng Shaoyuan snorted coldly in his nose and didn't say a word.

"Xinghan, it's me who is sorry for your mother and son." Meng Baifeng let out a long sigh again: "I am a well-known prodigal, my family used to be very rich, and I squandered it." When I left, I didn't leave much money for your mother and son. ”

"So what are you doing now?" Meng Shaoyuan had no good impression of this "father" who appeared out of nowhere: "I have no money, have you come to join me?" ”

Meng Shaoyuan found that he and his "father" had a lot in common:

Like women.

The problem is that I will never abandon the woman around me no matter what.

Not to mention having children.

"Shall I take refuge in you?"

Meng Baifeng suddenly smiled: "Your Meng Shao's original name is all over Shanghai, everyone knows it, everyone knows it, the public enemy of Japan, and the strongest agent on the surface, but in my eyes, it's just like that." Even if I, Meng Baifeng, are really down one day, I won't live on my son's charity. ”

It's beautiful, but aren't you still here?

"I'm here to get your help." Meng Baifeng said slowly: "We were arrested and fell into your hands. ”

"Got a guy?"

"Yes, Shen Zhenqin!"

Shen Zhenqin! 、

The spy who secretly filmed Meng Shaoyuan with a TICKA pocket watch camera on the boat when he went to Chongqing!

He has never been willing to reveal his true identity!

Now, Meng Baifeng is actually here for this person?

Who is Shen Zhenqin?

What is the relationship between him and Meng Baifeng?

Meng Shaoyuan stared at him deadly: "Who is Shen Zhenqin yours?" Who do you represent? ”

"Who is Shen Zhenqin? Who do I represent? Meng Baifeng said lightly: "What I represent, is Mr. Wang?" ”

"Which Mr. Wang?"

"Of course, Mr. Wang Jingwei, Vice Chairman of the Supreme Council of National Defense, Vice President, and Speaker of the National Council for Political Participation!"

Meng Shaoyuan finally understood: "Are you Wang Jingwei's person?" ”

"You can call him Chairman Wang, President Wang!"

"Why should I listen to him?"

Meng Baifeng glanced at his son:

"Meng Shaoyuan, since you entered the military command, it has been smooth sailing, even if you are arrogant, Xiao Dai has never cared about you, of course you have the ability, but have you ever thought about other reasons?"

Who? Little Dai?