From Tang Qingyu's disappearance to the present, a day and a night have passed, and Tang Qingyan's heart has fallen, and he is physically and mentally exhausted.

But he couldn't rest yet, and he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, eager to break the sky.

My sister is out of danger, so it's time to settle accounts with the main messenger behind the scenes.

With a vigorous attitude, he took four Qin family guards and hit the Wen family's old mansion.

Wen Zhengguo heard the people clearly, but he was not annoyed, and politely invited people in.

This was the first time Wen Zhengguo saw Tang Qingyan, and he was sure at a glance that he was a descendant of the Wen family, and ordered his subordinates to find his three sons and the only grandson, and then he never left Tang Qingyan.

With a deep sigh, he sighed, "You really look like your father." ”

Tang Qingyan looked at his blood-related grandfather and said lightly mockingly: "Father? He deserves it too! ”

Putting his sister in danger again and again, exchanging Xiaoyu's life for that glimmer of hope, such a man is unbearable to be a father.

"Presumptuous!" Wen Zhengguo frowned and reprimanded: "Shaohua, he owes you brothers and sisters, but he is your father after all, how can you say that about him?" Now that you know your background, I will arrange for you to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors after a while. ”

The descendants of the Wen family have been in the army for generations, guarding the territory of China, and their lives belong to the country from the moment they are born, and life and death are fate.

During the war years, countless Wen family members died fighting for the country.

Therefore, the ancestral motto said: It is inevitable that the heirs will be cut off, and the descendants should have more children, and the bloodline must not be left outside.

But the three sons are not angry with one race.

As a result, there is only one person in the grandchildren, Wen Qingjue, and after all, the heirs are thin.

Now that it's okay, the eldest grandson has come out of thin air, Wen Zhengguo's heart has long been happy, his three sons are the boss!

Tang Qingyan's eyes instantly became gloomy, full of irony: "Heh...... Elder Wen, I'm afraid you'll be mistaken, I'm here today to settle accounts with someone, as for recognizing my ancestors and returning to my ancestors...... My surname is Tang, not Wen. ”

His attitude was cold and hard, his body was prickly, and his eyes were full of hatred, and Wen Zhengguo finally noticed that something was wrong.

I heard the slightly messy footsteps coming from the hallway, and I temporarily suppressed my doubts.

Walking in the forefront was Wen Shaohua, the son of the Wen family, his gaze swept over Tang Qingyan, and he flashed a second of astonishment, but did not show it.

"Dad, what's wrong with calling us here in such a hurry?"

They were followed by the second Wen Shaoqi and the third Wen Shaoning, both of whom looked nervous and respectful with inquiring eyes.

Only Wen Qingjue found Tang Qingyan as soon as he entered the door, and his eyes radiated a light of worship.

It's him.

How did he get back?

Wen Zhengguo's leading cane in his hand slammed the ground, and directly fired at his eldest son to settle old accounts: "You still have the face to ask me something, did Wanwan come back, where did you hide her?" ”

Everyone present, except for Tang Qingyan, was stunned.

Wen Shaoning's reaction was quicker and he asked excitedly: "Dad, you said Sister Wanwan is back?" ”

"Of course it's Xiao Wanwan, if it weren't for the fact that I saw Qin Xiaozi's girlfriend at the banquet two days ago, that child and Wanwan look like seven people, and their eyebrows and eyes follow our Wen family, definitely your Wanwan and Shaohua's child."

The two brothers of the Wen family were stupid, and they fantasized about my God.

At this time, Wen Shaoqi took the lead in calming down: "Looks like doesn't necessarily have a blood relationship, Dad, don't mess around." ”

"Lao Tzu didn't make trouble!" Wen Zhengguo clutched his chest and panted, raised his crutches and pointed at Tang Qingyan, and roared angrily: "My son has come to the door, you look at his face and tell your father, is he my grandson?" ”

Oops, I'm so angry that my heart hurts, and I'm going to commit angina.