The area of ​​this house is estimated to be about 2,400 square meters. After informing the guard that they had obtained permission, they entered through the gate.??

The garden is decorated in elegant style, with fountains, trees, green grass, etc. Billions can live a comfortable life no matter which country they are in, even in today's poor and dilapidated Cairo.

An old man in a gray robe was walking out of the villa quickly. He was in his sixties and his head was gray. He heard that the distinguished guest was visiting his home and his face was full of smiles.

He waved to Han Xuan and the others, greeted and said, "Oh! May Allah bless you, my dear guests.

I just heard from the president that I would hold a banquet for you in the evening, and they asked me to accompany you. It has been a long time since I held a large rally. The last time the Indian Defense Minister visited Egypt was when he visited Egypt, which happened more than three months ago.

Very welcome, please come into the house with me. I have already asked the servants to make coffee, the top civet coffee..."

The Egyptians speak English with a strong accent, but Mr. Feyd's English skills are quite good. The oil produced by his company is mainly sold to Western countries and often deal with them. If you don't have good English, you will suffer losses. The tone is a bit strange, but you can understand it.

The so-called civet coffee is the kind that is eaten by a civet and then pulled out after being fermented from the internal organs.

Although it is the world's top coffee, Han Xuan and Anya's faces were still a little stiff when they heard it. They had discussed this kind of coffee and both expressed dislike for it...

"Thank you for your hospitality, the Egyptian people are very enthusiastic.

Mr. Feyd, today I have something very important to discuss with you, otherwise I would not come to disturb you.

It's really important, it's about your son, Mr. Mohammed..."

When it comes to the serious matter, Han Xuan didn't take any more turns and told him directly.

After hearing the name, the smile on his face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were still upturned, but it seemed very reluctant.

He had three children in total, one of which was Mohamed Feyd, who was killed at the same time as his princess. When the car bomb exploded, he died on the spot. His body was taken back to Egypt and buried in a cemetery on the outskirts of Cairo.

I sighed deeply, full of emotion, and my physical strength seemed to be taken away at this moment. White people gave it to black people. This is one of the saddest things in the world.

Old Feyd looked at Han Xuan and said, "Prince William of England asked you to come, right?

I heard that he came to Cairo with you. I was sorry for his mother's affairs and went into the house and said."

“It’s not what you think…”

There were so many people who were talking, Han Xuan stopped after saying this.

Following Old Feyd into the house, the exterior of the villa is in the British style, but the interior decoration is original Egyptian. Various patterns and color combinations, animals and lines are combined, which looks quite unique and beautiful.

Sitting on a dark blue chair, with a handmade carpet with complex patterns under his feet, a photo wall can be seen next to him, and the photos of Mohammed were also included. He was still young at that time, with a bright smile on his face and riding on the camel's back.

A handsome young man, no wonder he can charm the princess and let the wise woman treat him sideways. It is not a simple matter. Since his divorce from Duke Charles, many celebrities and politicians have wanted to pursue her and become famous in one go.

First, we talked about irrelevant issues, such as Egyptian culture and history. After the maid brought the coffee and placed it on the coffee table, Old Feyd asked the servants to leave.

Seeing that Secretary Dawson, who was holding the child in his arms, was still standing next to him, Han Xuan had no intention of letting him leave. He probably guessed that this was an insider and it didn't matter when he heard the conversation, so he didn't say much.

Old Feyd couldn't help but feel curious and asked him, "Han, this time I came to see me, are you trying to tell me what happened to Mohammed? Did he cause trouble during his lifetime?"

Han Xuan didn't know what to say, so he picked up the cup and drank a sip of coffee. When it was placed at the tip of his nose, the fragrance came to his nose. If he didn't consider how it was produced, Civet Coffee could indeed be called the best.

But I always think of Fat Ding. I imagine that it eats the coffee beans and pulls them out again. It always feels a little disgusting. I often help it clean the potty and know what the poop of a cat looks like.

I once read news reports that there are good manufacturers who raise civet cats in their veins and forcefully pour coffee beans into their stomachs is simply using this animal as a tool for processing coffee beans.

The animal protection organization under his name is now contacting countries to search for such dens, such as scooping bear bile, zoos torture elephants, etc. There are countless such actions, and the power of an organization is too small after all.

He took a sip and put down the cup, raised his head and told Old Feyd, "Sir, do you know that there would be a child left before your son died?"

Old Feyd's eyes opened wide in an instant, and the next second he looked at the child Dawson was holding, his eyes full of disbelief!

His son rarely contacted him after leaving the house, and the princess asked for confidentiality, so she didn't know about this matter at all. She asked: "Child? Mohammed's child? Is this true?"

“It should be true as far as I know.

Someone entrusted me to give her to you for raising her. If you are worried, you can do a paternity test. I am not sure, but the possibility is very high, and the other party does not seem to need to lie to me."

Secretary Dawson showed him the child. During this period, Han Xuan kept staring at the old man's facial expression. All he could see was sadness and happiness. His previous worries seemed to be redundant. He had no intention of disdaining this granddaughter at all, but was excited about the continuation of his life.

Old Feyd stared at the little girl for a long time, probably because of his excitement that his old face was too scary. The baby who had never cried suddenly burst into tears at this moment. He still held the child as if he hadn't heard it, and reached out to touch her little face.

Secretary Dawson felt very distressed, but it was hard to come forward to dissuade him. It was true that he had spent a short time with her, but he liked this child very much. For the first time in his life, he had the idea of ​​giving birth to a baby by himself. The important question now is who will help him give birth to it.

A few minutes later, Old Feyd finally recovered from the huge impact. If an ordinary person had sent it, he might have doubted it, but the person who sent her was Han Xuan, which increased the credibility a lot.

He began to think back on the whole thing, and vaguely guessed something, holding the child, and asked him seriously, "Han, the mother of this child?"

"I think you can guess, sir.

Someone has warned me that few people know the inside story. If you want her to spend her life safely and happily, you'd better keep this matter secret, otherwise Pei'er will fall into a whirlpool and encounter countless troubles in her life.

Oh, sorry, this child is so cute, so he helped her out of the English name, hoping not to mind.”

“…”

Old Feyd pondered for a while, with his wisdom enough to think clearly about the crisis in it, nodded seriously and said, "I know.

It doesn't matter if you name it, it's the honor of this child. Thank you very much, very much for sending her here. You don't know what this means to me.

During the period when Muhammad passed away, every day was a torment for me, and now I am so happy.

Please rest assured, I will definitely keep the secret, and I will give her the most beautiful love in the world."

"This is best. The British side may send someone to talk to you. As long as you stick to and fulfill the current statement, you will be safe.

If I finish the paternity test, I am now wrong and I will send someone to pick her up."

Before Han Xuan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Old Feyd. He shook his head and told: "No! I don't plan to take her to do that!

When I saw this little guy, I knew she was my granddaughter and looked so similar to Mohammed when he was a child, haha!"

Just like a drowning person, he will never let go by holding on to the straw, and the old man is the same now.

He was worried that joy would turn into great disappointment, so he might as well keep this hope from now on. Although it is uncertain, life has hope and will not be spent in despair, which is enough to satisfy him.

When the "dad" Secretary Dawson coaxed the child to sleep, Old Feid took Han Xuan out for a walk. During this period, Han Xuan told him everything he knew, from the fact that the princess was pregnant, to the birth of her cesarean after the explosion, to how the child was handed over to her, these gave the old man a rough understanding.

After seeing the princess's pregnancy photos and the photos of her son stroking her belly, he believed even more that it was his granddaughter. He walked well and suddenly burst into tears.

Han Xuanneng realized that Lao Feid's emotions are now. He has become so old that his career has become indifferent. Family and family affection are more important. He thought that he had lost forever, but now he suddenly returns in another form and will naturally be extremely happy.

The relationship between the two is not familiar. Today is the first time we met. We didn't speak with our hearts. Old Feyd revealed his true feelings for a moment. Then we talked about the oil business in the Middle East today.

After layers of exploitation, these oil-producing countries actually don’t make much money, and the sales channels with the richest profits are controlled by European and American companies.

Often, a region is just prosperous, and when the oil is mined, the local economy collapses. Only a few people make money. The lower-level residents are still poor and selling resources cannot help a country's development. The old man has seen this a long time ago and told Han Xuan that he is transferring his assets to other advanced countries.

A bird flew from the sky, full of purple and blue.

It is very large, with a yellow, purple-blue macaw around the eyes, worth tens of thousands of dollars, and its habitat is mainly in Brazil, which is obviously a pet raised by others.

After Han Xuan raised his hand, it fell down obediently, lowered his head and rubbed his hand with his head.
Chapter completed!