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Chapter 121 Solicitation
grandfather?

Zhang Wensong's grandfather is also from the Shen family?
Feeling Zhang Wensong's movements and the familiar environment around him, Zhang Feng hesitated for a moment.

He no longer has any sense of belonging to the Zhang family.

Even he himself didn't know if he was from the Zhang family. He only knew that his surname was taken after Uncle Zhang, and his parents were given the surname of Uncle Zhang. He had been raised by his adoptive parents as long as he could remember. His adoptive parents passed away when he was ten years old.

But he is a kind person after all, and he has heard Zhang Wensong talk about his parents in the past few days, and knows that the Zhang family has not treated him badly, and has never given up looking for him. Therefore, even though he has already felt for the Zhang family in his heart, Full of resistance, he finally walked towards the Zhang family.

He also knew very well that since he decided to set foot in Yanjing City again this time, he would have to come back sooner or later. Whether he was willing to admit this fact or not, he could not escape it. The only thing he could do was Face it calmly.

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Deep in the Zhang family manor, in a luxuriously decorated room.

Uncle Zhang, who looked to be in his 60s, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and dry skin, was lying on the bed with a look of pain on his face.

Zhang Wensong stood beside the bed, looking at Uncle Zhang with worry.

"Dad, you're awake!"

Looking at Uncle Zhang who opened his eyes on the bed, Zhang Wensong's heart, which had been hanging for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Dad, what do you think, are you okay?"

"Okay... I... cough... Wensong..."

A hoarse voice came from Uncle Zhang's throat. After saying a word, he coughed violently.

Zhang Wensong quickly walked over and patted Uncle Zhang on the back to help Uncle Zhang calm down.

After a while, Uncle Zhang finally stopped coughing, but he still looked out of breath. A pair of slightly cloudy old eyes revealed an extremely complicated look.

"Where's Feng'er... is he back?"

Uncle Zhang stopped coughing and calmed down for a moment before asking.

"Brother Feng is back."

Zhang Wensong nodded.

"where is he?"

Uncle Zhang asked.

"He is resting next door now. I will have someone bring him over right away."

Zhang Wensong replied.

"Hurry... hurry up and call him and tell him to come over and see me. I want to see where this evil has been fooling around during this period, and how dare he not come back to see me as his father."

Uncle Zhang's face darkened.

He originally liked Zhang Wensong, his grandson, but since Zhang Feng came back, he has become more and more disappointed with Zhang Wensong, because Zhang Feng not only refused to work hard, but instead idled around all day long and caused trouble everywhere.

That's all, the most hateful thing is that Zhang Wensong actually brought back so many cronies to cheat money, causing their Zhang family to owe huge debts. Over the years, the Zhang family's capital chain almost collapsed. He was holding on with all his strength, but he might have collapsed long ago.

This time, he was ready to reprimand Zhang Feng severely, but he didn't expect that Zhang Feng didn't come back and moved out directly. Even when he called, he couldn't get through.

"Okay, I'll call him over right away."

Zhang Wensong's heart trembled.

He vaguely guessed that grandpa's words seemed to contain some kind of anger.

Sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He quickly turned around and prepared to leave to call Zhang Feng. But just as he took steps to turn around, Zhang Feng's indifferent voice rang in his ears, "No need to call." I'm here, I'm back."

Zhang Wensong's steps froze.

this voice...

Is it Zhang Feng?
How did he come back?
Shouldn't he still be wandering around outside?
Doesn't he know that today is his grandfather's birthday?

Zhang Wensong suddenly raised his head and saw Zhang Feng in front of him. He had returned to this room at some point.

At this moment, Zhang Feng was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. He looked like an ordinary young man. In addition, he was handsome and had an elegant temperament. At first glance, he looked really like him. They used to be different people.

But when his eyes fell on that handsome and masculine face and his pair of dark eyes, his eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned.

"Wensong, long time no see."

Zhang Feng looked at Zhang Wensong with a smile.

Looking at the faint smile on the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth, Zhang Wensong's face suddenly turned pale.

He felt that the person in front of him seemed to be a little different, but he couldn't tell what was different at the moment.

"Wen Song, what's wrong?"

Seeing Zhang Wensong's sudden change in expression, Uncle Zhang frowned slightly.

"Ah...no...it's okay..."

Zhang Wensong came back to his senses and shook his head vigorously, "Brother Feng, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back so that I could pick you up at the airport? Look, I didn't even buy a gift, and I came here empty-handed. "

"You don't have to be so polite. I didn't come back specially to attend grandpa's birthday. I just go back to China occasionally."

Zhang Feng waved his hand.

"Brother Feng, you don't need to explain. You have been supporting me all these years. I know it."

Zhang Wensong waved his hand.

After saying that, he turned his head and ordered the housekeeper next to him, "Take Brother Feng to my room quickly and bring him some good tea to greet him."

"Yes, sir."

After hearing Zhang Wensong's order, the housekeeper respectfully accepted the order.

"Wait a minute, Wensong, I have something to tell you."

Zhang Feng stopped the housekeeper who was about to turn around and leave.

After saying that, he ignored the doubtful looks from Zhang Wensong and Uncle Zhang and walked straight to the window on the side.

"Brother Feng, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhang Wensong looked at Zhang Feng's back, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"Wen Song, do you know that the thing I regret the most in my life is not that I abandoned my wife and son, but that I didn't insist on it and didn't bring her to Yanjing. If I brought her to Yanjing back then If so, maybe our lives will be completely different.”

Zhang Feng's figure swayed slightly, and tears slowly flowed from his eyes.

"Brother Feng, I understand."

Zhang Wensong gritted his teeth.

Although he didn't quite understand why Zhang Feng suddenly became so sad, he could feel that Zhang Feng was really sad.

"Brother Feng, don't worry. As long as you want, we can take my sister-in-law to Yanjing to play at any time. I will definitely take good care of her."

Zhang Wensong said with relief.

He glanced at Zhang Feng and felt slightly nervous. Zhang Feng's words had made it clear enough that he still misses Mrs. Zhang!
This is absolutely not possible!
He doesn't fully understand Zhang Feng's current state. He doesn't know whether Zhang Feng really still has old feelings for Mrs. Zhang, or whether he still has love, but what he can be sure of is that Zhang Feng's disposition, He is far from recovered, and his mind is still as immature as before.

But now the Zhang family needs Zhang Feng, a direct descendant of the Zhang family who is still underage, to take charge of the overall situation. Zhang Feng must cheer up.

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't have to worry about me. I won't go to Yanjing with him for the time being."

Zhang Feng slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Wensong calmly. "Brother Feng, you..."

Zhang Wensong's pupils shrank violently.

What Zhang Feng means is...

Don't you want to follow them to Yanjing?

Mrs. Zhang's death made Zhang Feng completely awaken?

This……

impossible!

Isn't he obsessed with women?
"Wensong, please remember, although I have not been able to accompany you and your mother in the past few years, I have always treated you as my younger brothers and sisters. Therefore, I hope you will not do stupid things. Don’t be a bad learner, let alone make mistakes like Uncle Zhang did back then.”

Zhang Feng took a deep breath and continued seriously.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, I will always be a descendant of the Zhang family!"

Zhang Wensong quickly assured.

Zhang Feng's expression was slightly sad, but Zhang Wensong's words were not convincing at all to him.

"Okay, Wensong, I understand your filial piety. I won't blame you. I just hope you don't live up to the expectations of Uncle Zhang and my grandma."

After saying that, Zhang Feng turned and walked towards the stairs.

"Brother Feng, you...won't you go back to Zhang's house?"

Zhang Wensong was stunned for a moment.

"I'm not going back. I don't want to go back to the Zhang family. I want to find a place to practice well."

Zhang Feng shook his head, walked upstairs resolutely, entered the room, and closed the door.

"Brother Feng, you..."

Looking at the door that was closed again, Zhang Wensong clenched his fists.

There was a look of struggle in his eyes.

Zhang Feng's current state was certainly not suitable for him to stay in the Zhang Group, but since Zhang Feng was unwilling to go to the Zhang family, there was nothing he could do to force him.

It's just... He always felt that Brother Feng was acting like this not because he didn't like the Zhang family, but because he didn't want to see that woman.

Has Brother Feng really let go of Mrs. Zhang now?

Did he really let go of that woman?
If he really let go of that woman, why did he come back here tonight?
Zhang Wensong couldn't help but look at the closed door.

Zhang Wensong's mood was a bit complicated, but soon he shook his head, shook off these worries in his heart, and turned back to his study.

He is a man. No matter how much he hates him, he must take all responsibilities. He cannot let his father down.

He is the only son of the Zhang family, and he carries the entire Zhang family on his shoulders!He can't let the Zhang family be destroyed in his hands!
The Zhang family... absolutely cannot allow any mistakes!
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"Boom!"

Zhang Feng sat on the bed, staring blankly at the scene outside the window. His heart was full of bitterness, and suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Brother Feng, it's me, I'm Zhang Wensong."

Zhang Wensong's slightly deep voice sounded outside the door.

A look of surprise suddenly appeared in Zhang Feng's eyes. Shouldn't Zhang Wensong be with his mother? Why did he come here?

"Brother Feng, I just came from the hospital. My uncle asked you to come over."

Outside the door, Zhang Wensong's voice rang again.

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Listening to Zhang Wensong's words, Zhang Feng's heart suddenly hurt, but in just a moment, his expression returned to sternness. He knew that no matter what, he would have to face this matter sooner or later.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Feng stood up, walked to the dressing table, washed briefly, changed into a set of clean clothes, then opened the door and walked out.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he heard the sound of pots and pans turning over in the kitchen. Zhang Wensong was walking out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes, looking up with an apologetic look on his face. He turned to Zhang Feng and said, "Brother Feng, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Let's eat first."

"Ah."

Zhang Feng nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the dining table.

"Brother Feng, try this braised pork. Auntie specially left this for you. She especially likes to cook braised pork for you."

Zhang Wensong picked up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and stuffed it into Zhang Feng's bowl, smiling like a moon.

"Thank you."

Zhang Feng nodded lightly.

Looking at Zhang Feng across from him, the smile on Zhang Wensong's face froze for a moment, and he found that he was not used to Zhang Feng's indifference.

Zhang Feng seemed to be completely isolated from him and completely separated from him. This made him feel uncomfortable. It made him feel uncomfortable. It felt as if he had been forgotten.

What happened to Zhang Feng?
He secretly asked himself.

He didn't believe that Zhang Feng suddenly went crazy and suddenly disliked his brother. After all, they were biological brothers, and Zhang Feng had saved his life when he was a child. There was a blood relationship between them.

Zhang Wensong does not believe that Zhang Feng is resentful towards him, let alone thinks that Zhang Feng hates him and hates him.

"Master Zhang, do you have anything to do today?"

While Zhang Wensong was frowning, a voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Oh, no, what's the matter?"

Zhang Wensong raised his head and looked at the strange middle-aged man in front of him.

In his impression, he seemed to have never seen this person before.

"Oh, Master Zhang, it's like this. Recently, our company is planning to build a large-scale commercial plaza project in Donghai City, and we would like to invite you to join us. Of course, I can guarantee that our conditions are absolutely very favorable. As long as you agree to join, We will provide you with a working fund of 300 million yuan. In addition, we will assign you a full-time nanny every month with a monthly salary of 15 yuan, including food and accommodation."

The middle-aged man continued.

"This……"

Zhang Wensong was stunned for a moment.

He really didn't expect that the reason why the other party came to him was to recruit him.

300 million, this is indeed a generous income, but for Zhang Feng, this money actually does not mean much, because although the amount of money is large, it is far from enough to make up for what Zhang Feng has to pay. of sins committed.

As for the full-time nanny, Zhang Wensong is quite excited.

During this period of time, he had been attending school and had little chance to interact with the society. Occasionally he would get together with friends and just go to the bar to drink and chat. On weekdays, in addition to playing games with his two classmates, he only There is nothing to do.

But he was really not used to this kind of work.

His character does not like restraint and control.

(End of this chapter)