Yan Ling took a deeper look again.

She had to admit that she was sour.

"System, his identity is always so high, why do I have to climb up step by step from the slums?"

"Even if you take the identity of a daughter, it is all kinds of miserable!"

"What, is it to play a story of the prince and Cinderella?"

Triple questioning in the face of the host.

The system intends to play dead to the end.

In the end, afraid of Yan Linghuo, it silently went through the information of Lin Zui and Lin Mu again.

Words and spirits, "......" are all routines!

She glanced at it, speaking of which, the Lin family was much cleaner than the Feng family, and she couldn't help but sigh, how could a person like Lin Zui look down on Fengwu?

But think about it again, there are so many blind people in this world, and she feels extraordinarily normal.

Seeing that Father Feng's patience was about to disappear.

Yan Ling took the initiative to appear leisurely.

Father Feng got the news of Yan Ling, so he quickly went to find her.

I'm afraid she'll disappear again.

Father Feng is a spirit of words that he met in a café.

He glanced at it from afar.

She is brewing coffee in a café, with delicate facial features and a bright and moving appearance.

It's not at all like the photo he saw.

Xu is that face is five points similar to the Wind Mother.

His heart tightened.

took out his phone and secretly took a photo, and then gave it to the wind mother.

I want to see how the jellyfish reacts.

Yan Ling noticed that he was being secretly photographed, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the wind father.

Probably embarrassed, Father Feng entered the café a little nervously and ordered a cup of coffee.

He sat there, looking at Yan Ling from time to time.

The mood is indescribably complicated.

After a closer look, Father Feng silently scolded those private detectives in his heart.

This is also too big a gap compared to the photos given by those detectives.

He shook his head, a little urgency in his eyes.

Until the moment Yan Ling got up and left the café.

Father Feng was anxious.

Busy keeping up with the pace of the spirit.

Thereupon......

A confession was staged at the entrance of the café.

Unlike on TV, the two did not cry bitterly, nor did they hold each other tightly and did not let go.

They talk like strangers.

"You—You know what? You look a lot like my wife. ”

"Oh, to the point."

"I'm sorry to say it, I think you should be my daughter."

"What should it be? Yes, no, no, since you can't be sure, then don't bother me! "Yan Ling's words are harsh, and he doesn't save face for Father Feng at all.

Father Feng's face was embarrassed, "It's me who used inaccurate words, you are my daughter, I know the situation in your family, you only have one adoptive mother, but I am your biological father, you have your father and mother, are you willing to go back with me?" ”

Yan Ling reacted lightly, "Oh, I see. ”

Father of the Wind, "??? ”

Father Feng was a little puzzled, "Do you know that you yourself are not Yao Yan's child?" ”

"Yes." The original owner knew it since he was a child.

When Yao Yan hit her, she said that she had leaked her mouth.

"Then why didn't you come to your biological parents!" Father Feng's voice suddenly raised.

Yan Ling glanced at him, his cold eyes full of mockery.

"Do you think a person at the bottom who can't eat enough can find her biological parents without any clues?

Moreover, have you forgotten something, in the past eighteen years, the biological parents have not found that the daughter is not the biological daughter, what qualifications do you have to question me now? ”

Oh, that's ridiculous!