shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 1578 Three years, three years is enough
Feng Fuce got into the car with his wife and children.

The bodyguard closed the door immediately and drove the car back.

Feng Linxing looked at the iron box, which had soft seats and bright lights, and was very curious.

Bai Zhi'er sat beside Feng Fuce, and the old man's eyes fell on her.

Feng Fuce took the initiative to introduce: "This is my wife, Miss Bai."

"Ma'am, he is what I just mentioned, Mr. Zeng, the richest man in City B."

Bai Zhi'er is dignified and generous, gentle and elegant: "Mr. Zeng, hello."

Mr. Zeng was overwhelmed by flattery, and his face was full of fear: "I dare not dare, I thought that I would never have the chance to see you again in this life."

"Mr. Feng, I am 87 years old this year. Take a look, how many years can I live?"

Bai Zhi'er immediately looked at Feng Fuce.

No wonder when she saw this old man, she felt that he was about to die.

Judging from his face, he should be someone who has been dead for 20 years.

When Mr. Zeng finished asking, Bai Zhi'er guessed that he must have made a deal with Feng Fuce in the first place to live for so long.

Feng Fuce was not surprised by his request.

He only said lightly: "When you were 20 years old, you gave me ten years of life in order to let your father live ten more years; when you were 30 years old, you gave me the life of your newborn daughter in order to get rich. When you were 50 years old, you got cancer. In order to survive, you gave me the life of your grandson. Mr. Zeng, with all due respect, you seem to have nothing to trade with me now."

Feng Fuce straightened his sleeves: "In other words, you are very old, and there are too few valuable things."

Bai Zhi'er clicked his tongue when he heard that.

People become greedy, more ruthless than monsters!
The lives of her own daughter and her grandson are all tools of trade.

She was afraid that her son would learn badly, so she immediately turned to look at Feng Linxing.

Fortunately, the little guy didn't listen to them at all, but lay between the driver and the co-pilot, watching the bodyguard drive curiously.

He is very interested in the "circle" (steering wheel) that can turn.

Mr. Zeng sat up straight with difficulty.

He gasped and said, "Mr. Feng, in order to see you, I have to come out of the intensive care unit with a ventilator on my back. Doesn't this prove my loyalty to you?"

"I have been enshrining you all my life. Now, I just want to live a few more years. This is not difficult for you! In order to survive, I am willing to give everything I have now, fame, status, company, wealth , give it all to you!"

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a moment, and then said, "You are a self-made business empire built with blood and sweat, so you are willing to give up like this?"

Mr. Zeng smiled wryly and said, "What's the use of having money and status? My wife hated me for having an affair when I was young. She didn't even come to see me when I was dying of serious illness."

"My four sons and two illegitimate sons have resorted to all kinds of indecent means for shares and money. A while ago, my eldest son actually wanted to take advantage of my critical illness to force me to sign a contract."

"I always thought that I worked hard for this family, and I worked hard to succeed! But when I was dying, there was no one around me. The people who came to approach me were all for my money. If you want to be sincere, it is even more difficult!"

Bai Zhi'er looked at him, feeling a little embarrassed and deserved it.

When I was young, I was selfish, disregarding the feelings of my family, and I could only bear the karma I planted by myself.

Old Master Zeng wiped away his tears, and said firmly: "So, you can take it all away, I don't need to live long, three years, three years is enough."

(End of this chapter)