Chapter 857

Murong Xue: "anyway, he's your father. You still have to admit it. You can't hide it all the time."

Ding Feng: "yes, you can't hide it from your father."

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A high-end residential community in the East China Sea.

Qian Zhenkun and Zhu Fengxian lie side by side on the bed.

Zhu Fengxian was lying on the bed with a mask on his face. His face was pale. He looked like a zombie.

There is a LCD TV hanging on the opposite wall, and the film is on TV.

Zhu Fengxian took it very seriously.

Middle aged women pay more attention to their beauty and appearance.

Qian Zhenkun leaned against the head of the bed, pinched his chin and looked thoughtful. The shadow of Qian Duoduo kept emerging in his mind. How could this young man be so similar to when he was young? And his name is Qian Duoduo.

He's not his son, is he?

How could it be? At that time, his condition was so serious, his face was yellow and thin, and the doctors had issued a critical notice

Zhu Fengxian got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face. After a while, she returned to bed, took her husband's arm, looked up her face, and said expectantly, "Hey, look at my face."

Qian Zhenkun turned back and was at a loss: "what are you doing?"

"Look at my face."

"Your face? Very good, clean."

"See if my face has changed. Is it whiter and softer than before?"

Qian Zhenkun then understood what he meant and shook his head: "it seems to be similar to the original."

Zhu Fengxian suddenly became angry: "how about it? It's more white and tender than before. What's your look?"

Qian Zhenkun had to echo: "well, well, it's whiter, softer and more beautiful than before."

Zhu Fengxian smiled again, took her husband's arm and leaned against his shoulder, looking like a close man.

The door opened and a young girl appeared at the door. She had a round apple face, big watery eyes and dark shawl hair. She looked very beautiful and young.

The girl is their daughter, Qian Zhimin, 20, a sophomore at Donghai University.

"Dad, mom, you are so loving."

Qian Zhimin jumped into the room with a playful look on his face.

Zhu Fengxian said angrily, "Xiaomin, go to bed and have class tomorrow."

Qian Zhimin lay on the bed. "Dad, mom, it's 10:30. Why hasn't my brother come back?"

Qian Zhenkun said, "something happened to the hotel today. I asked him to work an extra shift. He may come back later."

"Oh."

"Go to bed."

"Dad, give me a kiss." Qian Zhimin raised his small face to his father.

"You're twenty and you're not ashamed to let your father kiss you."

"I'm ashamed to let my father kiss me."

Qian Zhenkun had to kiss her little face.

"Mom, kiss one."

Zhu Fengxian also kissed her daughter on the face.

"Bye, mom and dad." Qian Zhimin stood up, raised his little hand and ran out of the room happily.

"This girl is twenty years old and still like a child. She doesn't know when she will grow up." Qian Zhenkun's expression is full of love.

"She doesn't have a boyfriend yet. With a boyfriend, she grows up slowly. Girls grow up in love."

"Where's the boy?"

"Boys grow up at work."

Qian Zhenkun nodded: "Well, that's a bit reasonable. Although Zhihao of our family has participated in the work, he still lacks work experience and social experience. If he doesn't handle the matter well this morning, it will bring great trouble to the hotel. This boy has to practice hard at work. You too. Your son is wrong, you are also wrong, and you don't want to straighten things out Clear. "

Zhu Fengxian was unconvinced and said, "it's my fault that there is a lot of money. He didn't make things clear himself."

Qian Zhenkun frowned: "I don't like to hear that. People live in our hotel and lost a kidney. They didn't trouble us and didn't ask us for compensation. That's very good. What's your reason to blame others?"

"Well, well, I don't wonder why you are so excited. It seems that he is your son. If he were your son, you wouldn't be so distressed." Zhu Fengxian rolled her eyes.

"Actually, I really doubt that he is my son. Do you think he looks like me when I was young?"

Zhu Fengxian said, "Qian Zhenkun, don't mention your son. Your son is dead. You only have Qian Zhihao's son. You can't have other sons."

"But he really looks like me, and his name is Qian Duoduo."

"No matter how much money he has, it has nothing to do with me."

"Hey, why don't you be reasonable? If it's really my son, will it have nothing to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter for half a dime."

"I know. You're just afraid he'll share your money. Your old man guarded me, left a will and specially left the house and hotel under your own name. You're guarding not only me, but also your brother and my son. Are you tired of guarding so many people?"

Zhu Fengxian said: "I've seen many examples of men getting worse when they have money. Besides, what's the use of keeping the Nightingale Hotel alone? I'm not all for your son and daughter. I'm good for them, not just for you?"

"As long as you are happy, do whatever you want. Sleep and have no time to gossip with you." Qian Zhenkun lay down in bed and turned his ass to Zhu Fengxian, not wanting to ignore his appearance.

Zhu Fengxian pushed his ass: "Hey, Zhihao hasn't come back so late. Don't you call him? When do you want him to work overtime?"

"You think this boy is stupid. He works overtime there honestly? I'm afraid this boy has left work long ago. I don't know where to play at the moment."

"Really?"

"Your own son, don't you know? If he has half of Xiaomin's security, I should be more secure."

"I'll call and ask where he is."

Zhu Fengxian picked up her cell phone and dialed her son's phone. As soon as the phone was connected, there was a loud music and a howling song.

On the street outside the community, in a luxurious KTV private room, Qian Zhihao hugged a young woman's shoulder and two people were singing with microphones.

There are five or six men and women in the room. They are very young. Some are drinking, some are hugging and kissing each other, and some are lying on the sofa

Qian Zhihao put down the microphone and shouted to his mobile phone, "Mom."

"Son, what are you doing?"

"I'm in KTV with some friends."

"Didn't your father let you work overtime? Why did you go to KTV?"