Chapter 394

Hearing Uncle Kun's words, Hawking was also very moved: "Brother Kun, I didn't expect to trouble you."

"Qing Fei can be regarded as my niece, if she is wronged, she should ask the Yang family to give an explanation."

Hawking patted his chest and said affirmatively: "Brother Kun, my daughter will never do such a shameful thing. I know her character, she is virtuous and dignified and never swears."

"It's not that I can trust this kid, let's deal with it together, so we can give the Tang family an explanation."

"Brother Kun, you are more thoughtful."

"The main thing is that you call me big brother. Some young people are calling me grandpa. I don't look like a grandpa. I really have something wrong with my eyes."

"Brother Kun, you look at most seven or eight years older than me." Hawking said seriously.

Uncle Kun smiled after hearing this: "Really, I haven't gone out for a long time, and I'm really not used to it."

The Yang family on the other side.

The Yang family's other courtyard is very large, slightly larger than Su Qingfei's manor, after all, businessmen pay attention to arranging noodles.

The overall architectural style is relatively retro, with attic courtyards, small bridges and flowing water, surrounded by green shade. Walking in, it feels like you are in the ancient prince's mansion. It is a bit like Zheng Bo's place, but it is not so gorgeous. Palace.

At this moment, in the main hall, three people were having dinner, Yang Zairong and Yang Zonglin, and the beautiful woman among them was Yang Zairong's wife, Xia Ping.

Although he is in his fifties, he is well-maintained. He looks like he is in his forties. He is dressed plainly and doesn't have any big-name brands on him. The most expensive shoes are only 500 yuan.

Xia Ping is not the daughter of a wealthy family, she was born in an ordinary family, and she met Yang Zairong in college. At that time, Xia Ping was a famous school belle, but she did not admire vanity. Yang Zairong chased her for four years before she succeeded.

In Yang Zairong's heart, what he is proud of is not how much money he makes, but because he married such a good wife.

Look at the dishes on this table, all made by my wife herself. She even goes to buy the vegetables herself, and can bargain with the boss. The family is obviously very rich, and she does everything by herself.

"Why are you so unhappy today? It's almost the day of big celebration, is there any problem in business?" Xia Ping took a bowl to fill her husband with soup.

The father and son did not tell Xia Ping about Su Qingfei's matter, so as not to embarrass her.

Yang Zonglin squeezed out a smile: "Mom, you think too much."

Yang Zairong took his wife Sheng's soup and said with a smile: "Yeah, he is going to get married, so what can he be unhappy about?"

"Qingfei hasn't come to my house for dinner for a long time, why not let Qingfei come to have dinner tomorrow." When talking about Su Qingfei, Xia Ping still had a smile on her face. She was very fond of her daughter-in-law.

Yang Zairong sipped the soup and said, "It will only take a few days, when the time comes, you two will be able to talk every day when you get married."

Xia Ping thought about it, so she didn't ask any more: "Zong Lin, the dowry is ready. If there is anything missing, don't forget it."

"Well, everything is ready." Yang Zonglin lowered his head slightly. Although he was eating, he only took a few mouthfuls of the bowl of rice in front of him.

Seeing her son's abnormal behavior, Xia Ping frowned slightly, then turned to look at her husband, it was similar.

"What happened?" Xia Ping asked.

Yang Zonglin put down his chopsticks, put his hands under the table and clenched them tightly, trying to force a smile, but he couldn't help it.

"Qingfei ignored you?" Xia Ping asked, and only Su Qingfei could make his son frown so unhappy, and this was not the first time.

Seeing that her son didn't speak, Xia Ping sighed softly: "It's true that lightness has its shortcomings. I'm used to being pampered, so it's inevitable that I will have a little temper. You are a boy, so be tolerant if you can."

Hearing his mother's words, Yang Zonglin couldn't help but twisted his face, he was tolerant, and it was because of his own tolerance that this situation happened.

"Stop talking about it, it's not a matter of being tolerant or not." Yang Zairong put down the bowl and said in a deep voice.

"Zai Rong, what's the matter?" Xia Ping seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, and even her husband said such things.

Such a shameful thing, Yang Zairong can't even talk about it.

"Your good daughter-in-law is having an affair with another man!" Yang Zairong said fiercely, slapping his chopsticks.

"dad!"

Xia Ping's face was horrified, like a bolt from the blue: "No way, how could that kid do such a thing."

"Everyone has been arrested, the only thing missing is the rape..." Yang Zairong couldn't continue.

Xia Ping couldn't believe it, Qing Fei was very virtuous in her own impression, and she was not like that kind of flirtatious woman at all.

"Did you really find out? Qingfei admitted it?" Xia Ping asked seriously.

"How could she admit it and help her adulterer speak? Where are you going to put our son's face? Fuck!" Yang Zairong slapped the table angrily.

Xia Ping looked at her son and asked softly, "Zong Lin, do you really think this is true?"

"Mom, I've caught everyone. Is there still a fake? Over the years, she has been lukewarm to me, and she is not afraid of your jokes. She has never held hands."

Yang Zairong stared at his son dumbfounded: "Didn't you say you went out for the night last time?"

"I just want her to have a good impression in your hearts."

Yang Zairong covered his forehead: "Honey, help me get the medicine to lower my blood pressure."

Xia Ping hurried to get the medicine, and Yang Zairong took two pills to relieve some pain.

"Being engaged for three years, you have never even held anyone's hand." Yang Zairong couldn't believe it.

At this time, Xia Ping spoke for her son: "You chased me for four years, and you still haven't held hands."

"Are we the same? They are engaged. I see, these three years have been spent with wild men!"

Listening to his father's words, Yang Zonglin felt as if his heart was being hacked into pieces, and he knew it was like this. He didn't let himself touch it, but let other men touch it.

"How do you plan to solve it? The invitations have been sent out. If it gets out, our family can't afford to lose face."

Yang Zairong said: "Let Su Qingfei kneel down and apologize to Zong Lin!"

Xia Ping looked at her son.

Yang Zonglin gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I want her to kneel in front of me, begging for my forgiveness, and I can let the past go!"

Although Xia Ping didn't interfere in business matters, she knew something in her heart, asking Su Qingfei to kneel down and apologize might seem like a low request, but it was actually very difficult.

But as a mother, when this happened to her son, she was very distressed, and the marriage should have been dissolved, but it would be okay if the invitation was not sent out, and her son really liked Su Qingfei, otherwise she wouldn't just kneel down and apologize.

At this moment, the cell phone on Yang Zairong's desk rang, showing the caller ID.

hawking.

"You still have the face to call me!" Yang Zairong snorted.

(End of this chapter)

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