On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Chapter 151
But Song Tang couldn't detect the clues about him. This was a man's dignity.

Song Tang was eating eight-treasure porridge. She needed to regain her strength, so she moved her chopsticks very diligently.

Zhou Silai raised his eyes, moved his eyes from himself to Song Tang, and then helped her pick up a shrimp dumpling a little away from her.

She always loves to eat shrimp dumplings.

Looking at the shrimp dumplings placed on his plate by Zhou Situ, Song Tang curled his lips, turned the back of his hand, and pushed the plate and shrimp dumplings aside.

Don't think she has no temper.

Okay, okay, Zhou Silu nodded and sneered: "Okay, very good."

He pulled out two tissues, leaned back in his chair, lowered his head and wiped his hands with the tissues, then casually threw the used tissues into the storage tray, stood up and left.

Song Tang waited for his footsteps to go away before he breathed a sigh of relief.

When she pricked Zhou Sihe, it would only cause him temporary discomfort for a few days, but it was not a long-term solution.

Song Tang put down his chopsticks with an annoyed look on his face.

She rarely regrets in her life, and the one thing she regrets most now is pushing Zhou Sihui into the pond!

If she hadn't provoked such a living king of hell, why would she have been so miserable?

She clasped her hands together and gently rubbed her palms.

In just one night, the situation in the Zhou family was in chaos. She had to make good use of this opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

It was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Mr. Zhou is old and has little sleep. If he hadn't stayed up too long last night, he wouldn't have taken a nap until now.

He sat up and found that the curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and he could not see his fingers. This was why he had slept until now.

Mr. Zhou frowned and called out unhappily: "Come here!"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Ge Pan walked in hurriedly, saying respectfully: "Old man."

"Who drew the curtains so tightly?"

Ge Pan glanced at the curtains and quickly walked over to open them.

It was already bright outside the window, and the excessively dazzling sunlight made Mr. Zhou's eyes sting. He covered his eyes with his hands and waited for a long time to adapt to the light.

The old man's hand holding the bed was clenched, and a sense of powerlessness in old age crept into his heart.

He had been brave and fearless all his life, turning danger into good fortune, and had a smooth journey, but only when he was old did he realize that birth, old age, illness and death were the hurdles that no one could overcome.

Even though people around him always praised him for being in good spirits and looking great, he knew very well in his heart that his body was becoming increasingly useless.

Taking his hands away from his eyes, Mr. Zhou's drooped eyelids still showed a sharp and unbridled gaze, which made people feel timid.

The old man said: "Something happened?"

Although she said it as a question, she used an affirmative tone.

He has been involved in business for many years and has a keen intuition. Just by pulling the curtains to let him sleep for a long time, he knows that the people underneath have something to hide from him.

Ge Pan said: "It's not an important matter, Second Young Master can handle it..."

The old man's voice was filled with anger: "Say."

Ge Pan's back slumped again, and he confessed: "It was a new energy project that caused an accident. This kind of thing happens to every brand, so it's okay."

This is true, no matter which brand of car has never had problems, as long as the direction of public opinion is controlled in a timely manner, it may have a reverse Amway effect.

The old man has not interfered with the company's affairs for a long time. He has decided to leave the small things such as the company's operations to the younger generations of the family. He only needs to be at the helm of the Zhou family's big ship.The old man didn't take the new energy accident seriously, but asked about Song Tang: "How is Song Tang?"

Ge Pan said: "The second young master has lived up to your expectations and became good friends with Miss Song. It's just that Miss Song has a stubborn temper and locked herself in the room on a hunger strike. Do you want to see her?"

Ge Pan secretly observed the old man's expression, but he was actually worried.

He knew that Song Tang was not at Zhou's house, and if the old man wanted to meet someone, the secret would be revealed.

But Ge Pan had followed the old man for many years and was familiar with his suspicious character. He offered to let Song Tang come over, but the old man lowered his guard.

As expected, the old man waved his hand: "If she likes to make a fuss, just let her be."

Song Tang had been tumbling under his nose for so long, but he didn't see any real ability in her. The old man didn't take her seriously. What he cared about was the support behind Song Tang.

After successfully hiding it from the old man, Ge Pan brought him another cup of tea and said casually: "Old man, there is something I haven't told you."

"Oh?" The old man lifted the lid of the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

Ge Pan tentatively said: "I actually have a son outside. He is 11 years old this year. I sent him to primary school in my hometown..."

When Ge Pan spoke, his eyes were fixed on the old man's face. However, the old man did not change his expression and put down the tea cup very calmly.

This is the most terrifying place.

The lack of emotional changes only means that the old man has known about this for a long time!

Ge Pan was sweating on his forehead. He felt like a piece of meat on a barbecue skewer, being grilled repeatedly by the fire of the old man and Zhou Sitai.

Zhou Si'ai was unreliable, and Ge Pan deliberately informed the old man of his son's existence just to be prepared.

A small person like him who lives in the cracks is the right way to choose a tree to live in.

He wanted to choose a more reliable person between the old man and Zhou Si'ai to help him find a good way for his son.

Seeing that the old man was just drinking tea and not talking, Ge Pan became a little anxious: "You... knew it a long time ago?"

"After hiding it for more than ten years, why do you want to tell me now?" The old man raised his eyelids and looked at Ge Pan, his eyes seeing through him as if he had substance.

Ge Pan said: "I didn't want to hide it from you at first. I was also afraid that I would be hijacked for personal revenge and I would miss your notice later. But now that my child is older and has to go to junior high school, the education in my hometown can't keep up..."

Mr. Zhou understood clearly: "You want me to find a good school for my child?"

Ge Pan did not deny it.

With the old man's reputation, finding a school for his children is just a matter of saying: "Then go to Cavan College."

Ge Pan was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with gratitude.

Cavan College is an aristocratic college in Beijing, and the second young master also attended there.

Ge Pan's eyes were red, and he choked with sobs: "Old man, I will remember your kindness to me and Xiaojun, and I will be willing to work as a cow or a horse for you in this life!"

The old man waited for Ge Pan to finish speaking, then raised his eyes and said, "You are the person I trust most. In my eyes, there is no difference between Xiaojun and my own grandson. I will bring Xiaojun to the house to see you if you have nothing to do."

Ge Pan raised the back of his hand and wiped the hot tears from the corner of his eyes in embarrassment, and promised: "Hey, okay, when I get Xiaojun, I will let him come to see you first."

The old man couldn't see the girly look on his face, so he waved his hand and said, "Go and ask the kitchen to cook some food."

"Hey, okay." Ge Pan hunched over and ran out of the room, but he didn't see the old man pressing his stomach impatiently with his hands. He endured it for a moment, then suddenly fell to the side and almost fainted.

After Ge Pan left the room, the expression on his face was replaced by indifference. Where was the slightest hint of gratitude in front of the old man?

(End of this chapter)