happy ex-wife

Chapter 1776 The Childish Movie Emperor ([-])

Feng Zheng's appearance was too shocking, so many people watched it, and even Feng Feng, who was filming the film, stopped.

The little one looked at George, "I've seen that uncle." The little one said crisply.

George patted her little head, "That's not Uncle." That's his real grandfather, but he looks younger.

The four bodyguards stood at the door, wearing a black suit and a black coat, giving people a sense of Shanghai beach.

However, Feng Zheng's identity is indeed quite embarrassing, he is between good and evil, so it is normal for people to feel this way.

"Sir, this is—"

"I'm looking for him." Without waiting for the director to finish speaking, Feng Zheng pointed to Feng Feng over there.

Feng Feng was always standing there, with his hands behind him in a white robe, and the blower was still blowing, blowing his long hair.

If the scene wasn't too embarrassing, it would give people a sense of confusion between two alternate time and space.

Feng Zheng's hand was still pointing there, as if Feng Feng couldn't come over, he would keep this movement.

The last thing Feng Feng wants to see now is probably his father, but his father doesn't seem to give him a chance to refute.

The shooting was suspended, Feng Feng didn't even change his clothes, so he and Feng Zheng went to the cafe outside the studio. This is a place specially for the photographers to rest, so there are no outsiders.

Feng Feng raised his legs and put them on the sofa, picked up the coffee and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"Mr. Feng, what's the matter?"

Feng Zheng squinted at him, as if he wanted to see another woman's shadow from him.

Feng Feng was annoyed by his nostalgic eyes, so he put down his legs directly, "I have nothing to do, I have to be busy."

"Your grandfather has passed away, and I also withdrew from country M." Feng Zheng said suddenly.

Feng Feng's footsteps stopped, the corners of his mouth turned cold, and he looked back at him, "Then, you have to tell me, is it because of my mother that you stayed in country M all these years? Are you really so infatuated? Back then, my mother I won't die." Feng Feng sneered coldly.

Feng Zheng's hand holding the coffee cup tightened a bit. Perhaps, he really didn't love her as much as he thought. Otherwise, why didn't he know how she died for so many years?

Feng Zheng was thinking, and reached out to take the document handed over by the bodyguard, and then pushed it to the other side of the table, "I know, you are doing this recently, your nationality."

Feng Feng looked down, and after a while, he looked up at Feng Zheng again, "What do you mean?"

"I know you hate me, not only because of your mother, but also because of your aunt." Feng Zheng said, standing up and looking at him, "I am mainly responsible for your aunt's death, so you should hate me , but the next thing is my business, you are good, that's enough."

Feng Feng frowned more and more, watching his back as he left.

"Do you think I can forgive you for everything you did before?" Feng Feng said suddenly, but Feng Zheng didn't stop at all, but strode away from here.

Feng Feng lowered his head, looked at the document on the table, reached out to pick it up, opened it and saw it from beginning to end, and confirmed that it was true.

George came out with the little one, and the little one looked at Feng Feng worriedly.

George looked down. Naturally, he would not intervene too much in the problems between their father and son, so he didn't ask.

(End of this chapter)