Huo Linfeng dropped his eyes slightly when he was told the central thing by his father. Looking at the ashtray on the tea table, he didn't answer him immediately.
This son was brought up by Huo Ting himself, and his reaction could not escape his eyes.
If you look at it like this, you can see that he is right.
Sighed: "Linfeng, I have learned two things in my life."
Huo Linfeng raised his eyes and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"The first thing is about feelings and the free arrangement of fate. It's yours. It's yours. It's not yours. You can't force it. When you are young and frivolous, you always don't believe in fate. You think that as long as you work hard, you can get nothing."
Everyone will have this idea, and he is no exception.
"Later, I realized that some things really couldn't be forced. In those years, Qiao rouge and I made a lot of trouble and experienced life and death. But in the end, we didn't get together. Sometimes, this man had to believe in life."
This words say some heavy, but also hope that he can listen to, don't be stubborn.
Huo Linfeng didn't understand his father's meaning. Before that, he also warned himself to put it down. Little grape and Xiao Jinhan are happy together.
He tried and failed.
Now, I don't want to destroy it, I just want to protect it silently.
Entertainment industry is so chaotic, if he can hold up a day for grapes, his heart is always better.
Huo Ting knew that the child had the same temper as he had when he was young. It was impossible to listen to him. He could not let go immediately.
However, as a father, he didn't want to see his feelings so wandering. What he should say is to say more.
"The second thing is to cherish the people in front of you."
Listen to speech, Huo Linfeng raised Mou to see to him: "pa......"
"At that time, I guarded others, but you. My mother always guarded me and never left. She did her best to me and realized later that this woman should be cherished all her life."
Listen, Huo Linfeng has some feelings.
When he was a child, his mother was always melancholy. He didn't know why, until he inadvertently read her diary.
It turns out that for so long, my mother has always thought that the one my father loves is Qiao rouge, and she is just a suitable object for marriage.
She is melancholy, she can not fight, also melancholy, her life is like looking at the scenery, beloved pillow, but not wholeheartedly.
"Dad, have you ever said that to mom?"
Huo Ting shook his head: "you. Mom, you will feel it."
Huo Linfeng slightly frowned, and said: "some feelings, is not expressed, after a estrangement, Dad, mom still stop in the past."
Listen to words, Huo Ting tiny Zheng: "past?"
"Dad, you are so wise, you should know better than me."
"I see." Huo Ting nodded.
With that, he sighed again: "I'm talking to you, but how can you persuade me?"
"Dad, I know your heart. Don't worry. I have my own discretion."
Seeing this, Huo Ting also understood that this was his son's robbery. Others said that no matter how much, it was useless. He needed to spend it by himself.
"Well, since you've all come to the company, I'll ask Chen tezhu to take you to have a look."
Huo Linfeng nodded: "good."
He stood up, eyes color gradually become deep up, always warm pupil mixed with a bit of cold.
He didn't forget what grape said to him.
He checked Tang Yujiao's information. She is an artist of her father's group.
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