Jian Yi stood up from the chair in a hurry. Jian Zhenghai squinted his eyes. A few years ago, Jian Yi, who used to pull his trousers to the bottom and call him daddy sweetly, has grown up. When he stood up, he was even taller than
He is taller and handsome.
Jian Yi sneered, "What? Do you want to hit me with a whip again?"
Jian Zhenghai has always liked the old-fashioned education style, which emphasizes that a stick will produce a filial son.
He was beaten when he came second in the exam. When he was tired from studying, he relaxed a little and was beaten. He didn't live according to the way he arranged, and he was still beaten by him.
Jian Zhenghai's figure was trembling a little. Once something happened, it was difficult to change it. He swallowed and softened his tone, "Do you hate me again?"
Jian Jian shook his head, "It's been so long, hate? It has faded long ago. Besides, you are my biological father, how do you think I should treat you?"
He looked at Jian Zhenghai with a crooked smile and said, "I'm really tired now. I don't want to hate or love anyone... You called me back because of the second young master of the Rong family. Who is Rong Yuan? With you
Is there a blood relationship? What are you doing now, regardless of your biological son, for other people's sons? You are questioning your son, tell me, think about it, how many people will believe it?"
Jian Zhenghai choked up and held on to the desk dizzily, "I just want to ask you, is that what you meant by letting Rong Yuan be the spokesperson for some city logo? Or Su Yinuo is good at making decisions on his own, and you are the only one who can do it from today on."
Know?"
Jian Yi took a breath and looked at him with his hands clenched into fists, "It's my decision and has nothing to do with Su Yinuo."
"Are you protecting her?"
Simply shake your head.
"Do you still care about her?"
Facing Jian Zhenghai's question, Jian Yi shook his head.
"Jianji, I really don't know what I should do to satisfy you."
Jian Yan straightened his tie and walked towards the door. When he opened the door, Jian Yan stopped and didn't look back. He didn't dare to look at him, and he didn't dare to look back at him.
"When I was a child, I hoped that you could give me some normal fatherly love. When I was a young man, I hoped that you would not always arrange my way. But now..."
"I hope I can live a quiet life, and you won't call me back when I'm busiest for the sake of the son of so-and-so family..."