Chapter 18 Father and Son In the hotel room, Zhuo Ling came out of the shower with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. His lean and tall figure was clearly visible. His hair was wet, with drops of water dripping from the tips.
, the water droplets dripped on the back and formed a stream of water, sliding down along the muscle lines of the back.
Suddenly, the mobile phone placed on the bedside table vibrated like a sudden rain, making a strong buzzing sound.
Zhuo Ling picked up the phone and looked at it, his brows suddenly furrowed. It was the old man's phone number.
Oh, it’s rare!
He picked up and asked in a nonchalant tone: "Is something wrong?"
Zhuo Wannian sighed. He missed his son very much. They hadn't seen each other for three years, and the cold war between father and son had lasted for three full years. Now he, the old man, had to first surrender to this stubborn boy.
"If nothing happens, I'll hang up."
"Humph!" Finally, the old man spoke, "What is your attitude? Is this how you talk to me?"
Zhuo Ling chuckled lightly, forget it, after all, today is the old man's seventieth birthday, and he even lowered his posture to call him. There was no deep hatred between father and son. He suddenly became serious and said: "Dad, it's my birthday."
hapiness."
After these five simple words, there was silence again on the other end of the phone. The corners of Zhuo Wannian's old mouth trembled slightly and he said hoarsely: "Thank you, there will be a banquet at the Hyatt Hotel today. Come."
Zhuo Ling felt a little bitter in his heart. He was cold-blooded, but not cold-blooded. This old man was his biological father, the one who created him and changed his life. "But Auntie probably doesn't want to see me."
"Are you going to wait until I'm dead to see me for the last time?"
"..."
"Come, I've left a place for you...let daddy see you."
That trace of bitterness suddenly turned into sourness. Zhuo Ling suddenly felt that he still had a home in this world and a family. "Well... OK, what time will it be?"
Mr. Zhuo was a little excited, "Six o'clock, six o'clock, I'll be waiting for you."
"Okay." After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Ling gently rubbed the phone screen with her big female fingers. What was displayed on the screen was two simple words - father.
——At six o'clock in the evening, the largest banquet room of the Hyatt Hotel was full of guests. All political and business celebrities were present, and basically everyone from the upper class circles was present.
Zhuo Wannian's 70th birthday was a grand event. The hotel entrance was filled with congratulatory banners and flower baskets, and blessings were constantly rotating on the electronic display.
Zhuo Ling stood at the door of the hotel, smiling disdainfully with his mouth crooked. The Zhuo family loves to show off.
"Hey, isn't that Young Master Zhuo?"
A group of reporters, who had been turned away from the door, gathered around while taking pictures with their cameras.
"Master Zhuo Er, why don't you see Miss Nana? Aren't you two dating?"
"Second Young Master Zhuo, I heard that Mr. Zhuo was very dissatisfied with your wide circle of friends, so you moved out of the Zhuo family and didn't return for three years. Are you here to seek peace this year?"
"Young Master Zhuo, is it because of family conflicts or political marriage that made you leave home?"
"Young Master Zhuo, please answer, answer..."
Zhuo Ling was so surrounded that he couldn't walk, and his face suddenly fell down. Every question from the reporters hit a minefield in him. He didn't like his private life to be noticed.
A team of bodyguards from the Zhuo family rushed over to drive away the reporters, and Zhuo Ling quickly walked into the hotel with a dark face.
It's a blessing that I didn't get angry.
"Master, the second young master is here."
Hearing the butler's report, Zhuo Wannian, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up shakily. He was seventy years old, and his body was no longer strong. His originally straight back was slightly bent, and he needed help when walking.
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After hearing the news, Cai Nianlan, who was sitting next to him, pursed his lips and said, "Old man, are you so excited? He should come to see you, and you don't have to go and greet him." A bastard knows how to cater to the old man's appetite!
Zhuo Wannian lowered his head and glared. Cai Nianlan immediately did not dare to continue the conversation. She just tilted her body and her anger became more obvious, "Old Li, is the eldest young master here?"
Lao Li leaned over and whispered: "Madam, the young master is not here yet, but he is already on his way."
"Go and hurry him up and wait for him."
"Eh."
Zhuo Wannian's steps were a little staggering, but the frequency of lifting his feet was getting faster and faster. He wanted to see this son as soon as possible, this son who he didn't know how to compensate for.
The lobby is very bright, and Hyatt's luxurious decoration is top-notch and top-notch luxury.
Zhuo Ling wore a silver-gray formal suit and walked upright and elegantly. The aristocratic temperament exuding from his whole body could completely overwhelm this top-notch luxury. Zhuo Wannian stood there happily, with tears in his eyes. Three years
Well, this son who left home in anger has not been home for three years.
Zhuo Ling walked in, his expression was very serious because of the unhappiness at the door. However, when he walked up to the old man, he suddenly smiled, and his smile was very flattering. He calmly took out a long, thin hard penis from the inner pocket of his suit.
Box, "Dad, I wish you good health, a smile and a long life."
Zhuo Wannian's old face couldn't help but smile. He reached out to take the gift and opened it. It was a pen from his favorite brand. This gift was probably the cheapest gift he had received this year, but in his eyes, it was
It is the most precious. "Thank you. If you can move back home, I will be able to laugh often and live a long life."
Zhuo Ling touched his nose and said mischievously: "I'm afraid you will be sad again when I move back. I don't dare to make you angry to death." He coughed twice and his tone returned to seriousness, "Ahem, Dad, I
I think this is good now. I don’t want to make Auntie angry, I don’t want to embarrass you, and I don’t want to break the harmony of the Zhuo family. As for meeting, I don’t have to go back, you can also go to my place.”
Zhuo Wannian patted his arm and said, "Okay, it's up to you, as long as you have a happy life."
Sitting at the head table, his aunt Cai Nianlan always had a bad face towards him, his sister-in-law Fang Ting sat dignifiedly and stayed out of everything, but his niece Ning Ning, a 18-year-old girl.
"Uncle, uncle, I want to sit with you." Zhuo Ning is the little princess of the Zhuo family. She was born with a golden key in her mouth. She has been loved by thousands of people since she was a child.
"Ning Ning, sit back, you can't be willful today." Cai Nianlan despises her precious granddaughter getting close to Zhuo Ling, "That's your father's position, sit back."
Zhuo Ning pouted, holding Zhuo Ling's arm and refusing to leave.
Zhuo Ling smiled. He was best at coaxing little girls, "Ning Ning, listen to your grandma, uncle will have a gift for you later."
"That's...ok."
Zhuo Ning did not listen to Cai Nianlan's words, but listened to Zhuo Ling's words. This made Cai Nianlan feel even more hateful. She gave him a fierce look. She hated the smell of despicableness in him. The son of a despicable life is also despicable, even on the dining table.
Not even qualified to attend.
Zhuo Ling didn't care. He was young, this was his era, and he would not be stepped on by Cai Nianlan forever.