Chapter 475

I don't mean to eavesdrop on others. In fact, my husband is not someone else!

The father and son were confronting each other downstairs, and I couldn't go down, so everyone would be embarrassed.

Finally, sang Qi went away from Mr. sang, leaving Mr. sang standing alone in the living room.

"Yes." I forced to smile with him, pulling my lips are painful.

"Dad is a good person who loves children, isn't he?"

I put the photo away and touched sugar's head: "that was when Zhou Zihao was ill, his father visited him."

Bai Tang winked at me: "Mom, why does Dad go to Zhou Zihao's house? Is he going to see him? "

He remembered this flowerpot of painted pottery, so he remembered that it was Zhou Zihao's home.

I looked at the place where he pointed. Sure enough, there was a painted pottery flowerpot. Children's concerns were different from those of adults.

I put away this picture in a hurry, but he held on: "look, this is Zhou Zihao's garden. This flowerpot is so beautiful! "

How can such a little kid recognize it?

I was in a hurry to clean up the messy photos that fell on the sofa, but sugar pointed to the house in the photo and said: "Zhou Zihao's home! Mom, this is Zhou Zihao's home! "

"Oh." Yesterday the teacher told me, I forgot.

"Today, the teacher took us to the park to sketch." Sugar told me.

I looked at him in surprise: "sugar, why didn't you go to kindergarten?"

Sugar? How come he hasn't been to kindergarten yet?

Then a small figure ran to me: "Mom, this is Dad!"

I sat on the sofa in a daze with a picture in my hand. I didn't notice the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

In my heart, he has always been a man with a strong appearance but a soft heart. He has a clear love hate relationship. He will never vent his anger on others, nor will he regard such a small child as a thorn in his eye.

I don't believe it. I don't believe it's made by sangqi.

I know Mr. sang is really lenient to Sang Qi, otherwise he would be in trouble if he sent these photos directly to the police station.

Sang Qi in the photo is wearing different clothes, which shows that he went to Zhou Zihao's home not once, but several times.

As soon as I shook my hand, the photos slipped out of the envelope and showed clearly in front of me one by one.

The thick stack of photos in my hand pricked my fingers like electricity.

With that, he turned around and walked out of the living room, watching Mr. Sang's back disappear at the door of the living room. As soon as my feet softened, I sat on the sofa.

I picked up the tea on the tea table and gave it to him. He shook his hand and said powerlessly: "you tell sang Qi that I will not give up this matter. If he is still the son of someone I sang, come to me and ask for forgiveness, I'll see if there is room for him to forgive me! "

Mr. sang stood for a moment, and his appearance made me feel pity.

The old lady was not very well, and Mrs. sang lived in the past.

"Mom is not here these days. Go to stay with grandma for a few days."

Mr. sang suddenly sighed: "where's your mother-in-law? I want to have a chat with her."

"You trust sang Qi so much." Mr. sang snorted and laughed: "Sang Qi is also my own son. Now more than 60% of the shares are in his hands. He is also the chairman of Dayu. If something happens to him, do you think the biggest loss is our sang family? That's why I didn't give the photos to the police. I came to see him

I said: "you also have a eldest son. For them, if you think Zhou Zihao is a threat to Sang Qi, it's the same for sang Shixi."

But now that I have doubts about sangqi, I have to tell sangshixi.

I pause before I say the name of Sang Shixi. In fact, I really don't want to mention him. I think the possibility of him is very small.

Of course, I had to speak for sang Qi. I cleared my throat and said with difficulty, "was your accusation against sang Qi too one-sided? Is sang Qi the murderer who killed Zhou Zihao? In fact, there are many suspects, such as your wife Wei Lan. And

I took it back again, holding the stack of photos in my hand.

It's been a long time since I handed the photo to Mr. sang, and he didn't pick it up.

So that's why shangsangqi didn't let me look down at the beginning. In fact, I've already guessed the result, and I'm not surprised.

"Yes, he is my son." Before I finished speaking, Mr. sang told me frankly: "Zhou Zihao is my illegitimate son. I have been keeping him outside. His mother died three years ago. The secret is a secret for outsiders, but sangqi knows it all the time. "

Elder sister Yu and her friends were not close to each other. I said in a low voice, "I don't want to explore your privacy, but I've already said that. Is Zhou Zihao..."All of a sudden, I feel that Mr. sang is an old man. I swallow my mouth and look around. There is no one.

Mr. sang didn't answer. I saw that his eyes were covered with red blood, and his usual dark sideburns also had dense white hair.

"Where did you get these photos?"

I picked up the photos on the ground one by one, then stuffed them into the envelope and handed them back to Mr. sang.

He said, "I know you heard it upstairs. Do you want to tell me he's not like that?"

For the first time, I thought he was desperate.

My heart sank down, Mr. Sang's voice mixed with a little desolation and helplessness.

I bent down and picked up a few. The more I saw the house, the more familiar it was. Isn't that Zhou Zihao's residence?

Since he said so, I'll pick it up and have a look.

As for the door of the house, I couldn't see where it was. I was looking hard at it. Mr. sang said, "if you want to see it, just pick it up. It's very nice and aboveboard! "

he was wearing a black shirt and seemed to be walking out of the door of another house when he was photographed head-on.

Well, since I saw it, I didn't have to dodge any more. I went over and looked down. There were several photos that were facing up. My eyesight was pretty good, so I recognized the person in the photo as sang Qi.

"I see you!"

There were photos all over the floor under his feet. When sang Qi left, I slowly came down from the upstairs, but Mr. Sang was still standing in the same place. I hesitated to go there, but I heard Mr. Sang's voice.

I beckoned white sugar's nanny: "you take him to sketch. It's hot these days. Bring him more water."

"Yes, ma'am." Nanny should, sugar holding my neck in my face printed a kiss, and then turned to go.

I suddenly remembered something. I held his fat little arm and whispered in his ear, "Dad, don't tell anyone about going to visit Zhou Zihao, you know? It's our secret. "