Leng Zimo looked at his father aggressively, "You don't have to pretend anymore, I saw it with my own eyes. The two of you were hugging each other, the woman was crying, and you were still comforting her..."
Leng Lin stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you talking about?"
Leng Zimo clenched his fists and said, "Mo Qiuxiao is Luo Xiaoqian's mother!"
Outside the door, Luo Xiaoqian's hand that was about to knock on the door suddenly froze in mid-air.
Zimo, is talking about her mother's name, is he talking about her mother with his father?
Inside the door.
Leng Lin was surprised, "You...you arrived at the hotel that day?"
"What else?!" Leng Zimo sneered, "If I hadn't found the General Staff Guesthouse, how could I have seen your ugliest side? My wife passed away soon, but you were having an affair with another woman..."
outside the door.
There was a buzz in Luo Xiaoqian's head, and she almost dropped the fruit plate in her hand.
The woman Leng Zimo was talking about turned out to be her mother. How is this possible?
No wonder, Leng Zimo has been acting weird today.
When she saw the photo album on the coffee table before, she didn't pay much attention to it. Now that she thinks about it, he must have seen the photo of his mother and recognized her as that woman, so he had that reaction, right?
She is the daughter of the woman he hates the most!
At this point, Luo Xiaoqian could hardly breathe.
He said that he would never forgive his father, and he would certainly never forgive her mother. It must be difficult for him to accept her identity.
It must be!
Now Luo Xiaoqian is not in the mood to think about what all this is going on.
As long as they come together, Leng Zimo may no longer be able to accept her, and her heart has begun to hurt beyond measure.
In great shock, she just instinctively turned around and went downstairs, put the fruit plate on the table, and strode out the door.
"Miss Luo?"
Aunt Su chased her out of the kitchen in confusion, but Luo Xiaoqian was no longer in the living room. She hurriedly chased her out the door, only to see Luo Xiaoqian wiping her face and running towards the door.
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Study room upstairs.
"Enough!" Leng Lin shouted angrily, "Things are not what you think, and the relationship between Mo Qiuxiao and I is not what you think..."
"You don't need to explain, I don't want to hear this!" Leng Zimo interrupted him and leaned forward. He looked directly into his father's eyes, "I just want to know, are Luo Xiaoqian and I brother and sister?"
Leng Lin was stunned.
This question was so sudden, weird and tricky that even he didn't react for a moment.
Seeing the worry and pain that could not be concealed in his son's eyes, he suddenly understood what Leng Zimo was suddenly worried about.
"What kind of president of a multinational company, what kind of genius manager, if you ask me to tell you, you are a fool!" Leng Lin gritted his teeth and glared at his son across the table, so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, "If you were brothers and sisters, I would still allow you.
Together?"
Leng Zimo felt ecstatic in his heart, "You didn't lie to me?"
"Idiot!" Leng Lin was angry and helpless, "Am I going to let my son go to ****?"
It is said that falling in love will lower one's IQ. It seems that his son is not exempt from this, and he has not even thought clearly about such a simple question.
A word to wake up the dreamer!
Leng Zimo suddenly woke up, and his tense heart instantly relaxed.
That's right. If he and Xiaoqian were related by blood, his father would definitely do everything possible to obstruct it. How could he still let them be together?
