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The illusion from that night appeared in her mind again. In a moment, she hurriedly covered her son's mouth.

"An An, you're not allowed to call anyone else 'dad'."

This was the first time since her son was born that Wan'er was the fiercest.

"Yi, that mother and son pair, let's go over."

Hearing the familiar voice, Lan Yufeng's sharp eyes saw Little Wan and her son sitting in the corner, and she smiled as she said to Wen Yi Fei.

As the two men approached, Wan'er had to let go of her son's hand, but she didn't forget to remind him again in a low voice.

"An An, the only way is to call him uncle. Uncle, do you understand?"

"Hi, little brother."

Lan Yufeng walked over and extended her hand towards An An An.

"Miss, can we sit here?"

Lan Yufeng politely asked Xiao Wan.

"No."

As soon as Little Wan finished speaking, her son tugged on her sleeve.

Little Wan, who didn't dare raise her head, stared at her son. She wanted to say 'NO', but she couldn't.

The most important thing was that Anthea stopped calling him father and instead called him uncle, as if in exchange.

"Take a seat."

Wan'er gritted her teeth.

"Thank you, little friend. What's your name? "How old are you?"

Lan Yufeng grabbed Wen Yi Fei and pulled him to sit opposite of Little Wan.

Little Wan was extremely regretful. If she had known that she would meet him outside the Congress, she would have preferred to suffocate to death at home.

"I'm sorry, my son is still young and doesn't know how to talk."

Little Wan quickly said in front of her son.

Lan Yufeng measured An An, and from time to time she turned her head to look at Wen Yi Fei; the more she looked, the more interested she became.

"Thank you miss, for allowing us to sit here. My name is Lan Yufeng, and this is my friend Wen Yi Fei. What is Miss's name?"

"My surname is He, and my son is An."

Little Wan really wanted to bite her tongue. Originally, she didn't want to say it. They were strangers, so there was no need to be so detailed.

However, at this moment, she had also made her decision. She would return to the hotel later and change. She would first leave this place before doing anything else.

"Miss He, why haven't I seen your husband? Your son is so beautiful, your husband must be very handsome. "

Lan Yufeng looked around, as if searching for a possible man.

"My husband is a little airsick and is resting at the hotel."

Because she spoke too fast, Wan'er almost bit her tongue.

"Yi, don't be so cool in front of Miss. Since you all speak Chinese, shake hands. Meeting a fellow villager in a foreign land is also fate, don't you agree, Miss He?"

Lan Yufeng patted Wen Yi Fei's shoulder, insisting that he shake hands with the beauty.

"Lan Yufeng, don't you know that I hate women?"

Wen Yi Fei raised his head. His expression was very cold and he unhappily rolled his eyes at Lan Yufeng.

"Uncle, it's so smelly …"

An An suddenly pointed at Wen Yi Fei, pinched his face and shook his head.

Wen Yi Fei looked at Xiao Budian who was sitting diagonally across from him. He really wanted to strangle him to death. Xiao Budian, who could not even speak a single word, actually dared to say that Xiao Budian was ugly.

Lan Yufeng didn't understand the meaning behind An An's words and thought that it was really smelly. She even sniffed Wen Yi Fei's body.

"Slash …"

Little Wan couldn't help but laugh. Lan Yufeng's actions and expression were just too funny. If he was a laughing star, then everyone present would definitely be overjoyed.

Hearing the woman's laughter, Wen Yi Fei's beautiful eyes swept over.

"Is it funny?"