Mengbao's secret order, Daddy, you have to be good

Chapter 270 The Old Bad Debt Between Father and Son
After a long time, Zong Mao murmured, "Azhe, your brother..."

Zong Zhe sneered twice, "Hehe", "Brotherhood can only be cultivated after several lifetimes of virtue. I, Zong Zhe, are not so blessed!"

Zong Mao was born in a wealthy family, who has he kneeled down since he was a child?

Even the parents never knelt down.

Kneeling for a long while, his knees felt a little numb, and seeing his son sitting on the sofa, looking completely unmoved, Zong Mao hesitated for a moment, and finally stood up with his support on the floor.

"Azhe, your grandfather always hoped that our family would be prosperous, but your mother..., after giving birth to you, she didn't want to be born again, and so did I..." Zong Mao said while carefully staring at the family that was sitting on the mountain. son.

Zong Zhe raised his eyebrows and interrupted him again, "Don't pull Grandpa to block the gun! Grandpa's wish cannot be used as an excuse for your irresponsibility!"

Zong Zhe's face was much thinner than before, and there was a chill in it.

Even after so many years, he still couldn't accept the fact that Zongmao betrayed his mother, even though their relationship was never considered loving.

"You don't love my mother, I've always known it. If you really can't make it through, you can get divorced, put on an air, and who are you going to show it to?"

When Zong Zhe brought the topic up to his mother, Zong Mao thought he had found a breakthrough point.

"Your mother's temper, don't you know best?" Zong Mao looked embarrassed, as if he had really suffered many unknown grievances over the years.

Zong Zhe clicked his tongue, finally turned his head to glance at him, and said in a calm and unhurried manner, "I really know my mother's temper."

Zong Mao was secretly happy, thinking that his son had handed him a ladder, and seeing his son's face seemed to have eased up a bit, he stepped back a little and sat down on the single sofa not far from his son.

"So, how dare I mention the divorce?"

Zong Zhe remained silent, staring at him thoughtfully.

Zong Mao gradually became guilty again, "Besides, if we really divorce, where will the Zong family's face go?"

Zong Zhe remained silent, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but his eyes became colder and colder.

Zong Mao still wanted to argue for himself, "Besides, looking at City B, which handsome man like me keeps a few fun things outside? These things are just for the sake of men, aren't they?"

The smile on Zongzhe's lips deepened a bit, "Bastards? You really regarded them as playthings, so you wouldn't have put so much thought into bringing them in!"

"Azhe, isn't that because our family is too small for you? Think about it, your uncle and his family don't have a few children? You are alone, I don't want to bring them in, Do you support me?"

Zong Mao persuaded him earnestly, with a very sincere expression.

If Zong Zhe didn't know his father well enough, he might have been deceived by him now.

"I have been in Zong's for so many years, is there anyone to support me? Although I, Zong Zhe, am not talented, I still have the ability to be the president of Zong's!"

"Weren't you sick at that time?" Zong Mao was a little anxious.

However, it's good that he didn't mention this recommendation. When he mentioned it, the smile on Zong Zi's lips completely faded away.

"Yeah, I'm sick, and it's a good time for you to seize power. At that time, you didn't have me in your heart!"

These old accounts were dug out one by one, and for the father and son, they were all scars that they did not want to expose.

In the past few years, Zong Zhe didn't even want to think about it. After all, he had already regarded himself as dead and had no connection with the Zong family in City B.

But if he chooses to come back, he has to uncover these scars, even if he has to tear apart the flesh and blood.

"Azhe, you have misunderstood me!" Zong Mao cried out repeatedly.

Zong Zhe stood up and squinted at Zong Mao.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or prejudice, it's meaningless to say anything now."

"Azhe..." Zong Mao panicked for no reason.

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed. After a serious illness, I can't stay up all night. I hope Mr. Zong will give me a good night's sleep. If there's anything else, I'll see you at the board meeting tomorrow!"

After Zong Zhe finished speaking, he walked towards the bedroom on his own.

Zong Mao's face was a bit ugly, but he didn't dare to say anything more. After Zong Zhe entered the room and closed the door, he gritted his teeth severely and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The night was very quiet. Zong Zhe, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, heard the "ding" sound of the elevator outside, knowing that the man had finally left wisely, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, and gently rubbed the center of his brows.

After several years of living in seclusion, the scar that had already healed was pulled up abruptly by the sudden man. This time, the pain was still so painful that he almost couldn't breathe.

It seems that he still overestimated his cold-bloodedness.

It's too underestimated, the harmful power of that bloodline is hidden in his bones.

Zong Zhe lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The confrontation between father and son that night was actually beyond his expectation.However, he thought that if he returned to City B, he would be able to live a peaceful life for at least one night.

Little did he know, that man was more impatient than he thought.

That night, Zong Zhi didn't fall asleep until there was a ray of dawn outside the window.

When he woke up, the bedroom was brightly lit. It turned out that he didn't even close the curtains last night.

After he brushed his teeth and changed his clothes, Jiang Qi happened to walk out of the elevator with his breakfast in hand.

"Young Master Zong, did Zong Lao come here last night?"

Jiang Qi deftly put the breakfast on the plate, then tilted his head and looked up and down Zong Zhe worriedly.

Zong Zhe dragged his chair and sat down, filled a bowl of porridge, pushed it in front of Jiang Qi, filled another bowl for himself, bowed his head, took a sip, and then nodded.

"Yes, he has been."

"Did he come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime?"

Jiang Qi has been by Zong Mao's side for the past few years, and many outsiders say that Zong Mao treats him like a son, otherwise, there would not be rumors that Zong Mao actually recognized him as a godson in private.

But Jiang Qi's heart completely fell back to Zong Zhe's side the moment he learned that Zong Zhe was not dead.

Even Zong Mao himself could not have expected this matter.

However, this does not mean that Zong Mao trusts Jiang Qi credulously.

In fact, no one thought that Zong Zi's death a few years ago was nothing but a deliberate lie.

"That old fox, how could he come to Xingshi to ask his crime?"

Regarding Zong Mao, Zong Zhe saw him as a son much more accurately than Jiang Qi.

"Huh?" Jiang Qi looked at Zong Zhe in confusion.

"He came to pretend to be pitiful, but I just ignored him."

Thinking back, Zong Zhe felt that he was too self-cultivated last night.

Not only didn't he beat that man disabled, he even scolded him very gracefully!
Jiang Qi became more and more curious, he didn't even eat the porridge, and put his elbows on the table, staring at Zong Zhe and questioning him.

"Why is he acting pitiful? Didn't he just yell at you before?"

Zong Zhe sneered, "One moment, another moment, today is different..."

(End of this chapter)