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The father and son were speechless for a while.

Jiu Tingming was rarely serious and said in a deep voice, "The children's games are over."

Jiu Beiquan's hand holding the phone obviously tightened, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, with a pale face and wearing a hospital gown.

The sleeves of the hospital gown were a bit wide, and the movement of raising one's hand to answer the phone caused the sleeves to slide down, revealing the wrist with the indwelling needle still inserted.

"Mom and dad know that you like motorcycles, but do you still remember what you promised your mother?" Jiu Tingming asked.

Jiubeifan licked his dry lips and said, "Remember."

Let's have fun, safety comes first, don't let yourself get hurt or worry your parents.

"Since you remember, let's stop here." The tone was solemn, as if there was no room for negotiation.

Jiu Tingming's call was for notification, not for discussion.

He knew his son's character. If his brother-in-law told him about this matter, he would be afraid that the boy would make some tricks and go against his brother-in-law.

"It's time for you to learn to take over the family business."

Jiu Beifan said hoarsely, "Dad, didn't we agree that it would be another two years?"

Besides, the injury was not caused by him not paying attention to safety.

"It should be a year before you recover from your injuries. What's the difference between one year earlier and one year later?" Jiu Tingming said in the same tone, "Sooner or later you will take over the family business."

"I don't want to take over the family business." His voice was muffled.

Jiu Tingming said seriously, "If you don't want to take over the family business, what do you want to do? Drive your crappy motorcycle to the street to solicit customers? Or drive your crappy motorcycle to help people sell goods, just your crappy thing with two wheels?"

, worse than a tricycle, who would want you?"

"Dad, do I have to do these two things you mentioned?"

"Otherwise?" Jiu Tingming asked, "Besides this, what can you do? Is it to sell laughter? Or sell some other things?"

Jiubeifan: "..."

Are you your biological father?

"Do I have to take over the family business? It's not like there's no one at home, why not let Brother Jing take over." Because of his injuries, Jiubei's tone was not high.

Before he finished speaking, the ward door was pushed open from the outside.

The person who came was none other than Brother Jing in Jiu Beixian's mouth - Jiubei Jing.

He was carrying a lunch box in his hand. When he came in and saw him sitting in a wheelchair, his eyebrows were obviously frowning, "Why did you get out of bed? The doctor said you can get down?"

Jiubeifan turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw the person coming, he called out, "Brother."

Jiu Beijing put down her lunch box and walked closer, "Grandma asked me to bring some food, and grandma made it herself."

Jiu Tingming on the other end of the phone heard Jiu Beijing's voice: "Is it Xiaojing here? Give him the phone."

Jiu Beichan said nothing and handed the phone to Jiu Beijing.

Jiu Beijing took the phone. The moment she took it, she glanced at the notes on the phone screen.

"Second uncle."

"Xiao Jing, help your second uncle to keep an eye on Beichuan." Facing her nephew, her tone softened.

Jiu Beijing nodded in agreement, "Second uncle, don't worry, Xiao Jing will be taken care of by us, you and aunt don't worry too much."

"I'm not worried about him at all. This brat just needs a beating." When he said this, he became very angry.

"His brother-in-law told him not to play such a dangerous game a long time ago, but he refused to listen. Now he is fine. His leg was broken and one of his hands was broken. Fortunately, the most important thing was that the leg was not broken, otherwise he would have died.

I’m going to become the first eunuch of the Jiu Family.”

Jiubei Jing: "..."

It's not that serious, uncle.

Jiu Tingming got louder and louder as he spoke, "Xiao Jing, tell me, who did this kid follow so disobediently? Your father and I were not as disobedient as he was when we were kids."

Jiubei Jing: "..."

Why didn't I add my brother-in-law?

What you mean by this is that you want to throw the blame on my uncle.

Although Xiaofan was brought up by his uncle, he must have been wronged.

Jiu Beijing answered the phone with one hand, and pushed the wheelchair in which Jiu Beiquan was sitting with the other hand, pushed him to the edge of the sofa, squatted down and opened the lunch box.

The food is very light and very suitable for patients.

Jiu Tingming kept talking for a while, and when he was done talking, he coughed a few times and said, "Xiao Jing, give the phone to Beiqian. I'll say a few more words and then hang up."

"good."

The phone was returned to Jiu Beiquan, who was drinking porridge with a spoon at that time. Without even looking at the phone, he said, "Hang up, I don't have the hand to pick it up."

Jiu Beijing didn't hang up, but put her hands to his ears.

Jiu Beiquan raised his eyes to look at him.

Jiu Beijing raised her eyebrows.

The implication is, you don’t need to take it, I’ll help you.

Jiubeifan: "..."

Can't you hear any excuses?

When the phone came to his ear, Jiubichan couldn't help but answer it. "If you have anything else to do, just hang up if it doesn't matter. Don't affect my eating."

"That Miss Su is very nice. Your mother and I like her very much."

"I heard from your brother-in-law that the head of the Xie family is pursuing her. How can you, a young boy, compare yourself to others? With your motorcycle? Or with your face?"

"You may not be able to compete with me."

"Son, adult love depends not only on passion, but also financial and material resources."

"If you really love someone, how can you be willing to let her have the most beautiful things in the world? Beauty in the world often requires a lot of money."

Jiu Beixian's expression remained unchanged, "Dad, you really don't love my mother that much."

Jiuting Ming: "???"

"You are talking nonsense, I love your mother the most in the world."

"Since you love my mother so much, why aren't you the richest man in the world? Why don't you take over the family business? Why don't you make more money and give my mother the best things in the world?"

Jiuting Ming: "..."

you?.

Jiubei Jing: "???"

What were the father and son talking about? He didn't understand a word.

"Old man, tell me." Jiubiquan shouted.

Jiu Tingming: "It's up to you. Do you like the family business or not? Now that we're open to having a second child, I'll figure it out myself."

Jiubeifan: "Three children are allowed. If you're okay, I won't mind."

Jiu Tingming couldn't bear it anymore, "What do you mean, treason? What do you mean if you are okay? Who are you looking down on?"

Jiubeifan: "Mr. Jiu, I wish you a son in advance. If you die, my porridge will be cold."

Jiuting Ming: "..."

After Jiubeifan finished speaking, he tilted his head to one side and refused to answer the phone again.

When Jiubei Jing saw this, he put the phone to his ear and wanted to tell Jiu Tingming, but Jiubei Qian didn't want to.

Unexpectedly, before Jiu Beijing could speak, the phone was hung up.

It seemed that he was very angry.

After hanging up the phone, Jiu Tingming threw the phone on the sofa, put his hands on his hips, "This brat actually dares to question me."

When Madam Ninth came out of the shower, she saw her husband angrily cursing at the mobile phone on the sofa. She asked confusedly, "What's wrong? Why are you so angry?"

"Not that brat yet."

Mrs. Ninth: "What did he say to make you angry again? Can't you two, father and son, have a good chat? You don't know that your son is injured, so why don't you give him some mercy?"

Jiu Tingming's expression changed, and he said aggrievedly: "But he said I can't do it."

Madam Ninth: “???”

Where did this start?

Jiuting Ming: "My wife blames you."

Madam Ninth: "What does it have to do with me?"

Jiuting Ming: "Because you haven't paid taxes for a long time."

Mrs. Ninth: “!”


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