The president's beloved dumb wife

Xiao Ding accepted the documents. It seemed that his face changed and finally turned into excitement: "Dad, are these true?"

"The authenticity is very high, but I haven't found your uncle's body yet." Xiao Qingsong sat down, looking a little gloomy, but his eyes were as excited as Xiao Dingcheng.

Xiao Dingcheng clenched the document in his hand and thought of the operation space they would have after uncle's death. His fingers trembled excitedly: "from the perspective of time, uncle has fallen into the sea for more than ten days now. It has not been found for such a long time, and the possibility of uncle's still alive is very low."

The father and son looked at each other and saw the ambition in each other's eyes very clearly.

Xiao Qingsong lowered his voice: "now it can only be said that it is very possible. It is not completely determined. In a few days, if your uncle hasn't appeared, you may not even find the body."

Speaking of this, Xiao Qingsong gave a long sigh.

He still has some feelings for Xiao Qinghuai, the eldest brother. At the beginning, he pushed Xiao Qinghuai out.

But Xiao Qingsong also clearly knows that even if he doesn't push it behind his back, Xiao Qinghuai will certainly follow in the past. Therefore, although he feels guilty about it, he can't go anywhere.

It has been a week since he first knew the news. Xiao Qingsong has long been psychologically prepared, and his sad feeling is not so strong.

Now the most important thing is, if something happens to Xiao Qinghuai, who will take the huge Xiao group.

Xiao Dingcheng heard the pain in Xiao Qingsong's words and said, "Dad, I know you feel bad now. None of us want to have an accident, but now things have come to this stage. We should make preparations early."

He didn't have much contact with Xiao Qinghuai until Xiao Qinghuai was likely to have an accident. For the first time, he thought about how to distribute Xiao Qinghuai's property after his death, and who would hold his shares in the end.

"I came to see you today to discuss with you what to do next." Xiao Qingsong looked at his son with a look in his eyes.

Xiao Dingcheng was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing simple household clothes, and his hair was trimmed to a very suitable length. Just because he was expelled from the Xiao family and his leg injury, there was always a hint of gloom in his eyebrows.

Xiao Dingcheng has moved back to live for some time. He has recovered a lot from his leg injury. He wants to get up in a few days.

When they came back to live, Xiao Qingsong could feel some of Xiao's promised moods. He would lose his temper for no reason. Obviously, he still smiled at you one second, and his face might be gloomy the next.

It's better for Xiao Qingsong's father. For his second wife or servant, Xiao Dingcheng almost turns his face when he wants to turn his face.

Miss Zhou's eighth daughter has been here several times during this period. Xiao Dingcheng also looks gloomy at Miss Zhou's eighth daughter for no reason. Fortunately, Miss Zhou likes him very much and understands that he hurt his leg and is in a bad mood.

If Xiao dingchengya lost his temper on another daughter for no reason, I'm afraid she wouldn't expose it gently like Miss Zhou's eighth.

Xu is Xiao Qingsong's eyes are too straightforward. Xiao Dingcheng is interested and uncomfortable: "Dad, what are you doing looking at me like this?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking, when you were just born, you were still a little white dumpling, and you grew so big in a twinkling of an eye." Xiao Qingsong sighed with emotion, followed by a change of scene, "what do you think of your next plan?"

Xiao Dingcheng pondered for a moment and said, "uncle may not know that Xiao dingxun is not his child before he dies, so even if he leaves a will, things must be left to Xiao dingxun."

"But now there is a premise that Xiao dingxun is not an uncle's child. There is still a lot of room for operation, just a little trouble."

Xiao Dingcheng bent his fingers and gently knocked on the wheelchair armrest: "we can mobilize public opinion and force Xiao dingxun to quit."

"Also, although grandpa said that Xiao dingxun was from the Xiao family in front of so many people, he was a little skeptical, but he didn't check it because of his feelings for so many years. If we handed the evidence that Xiao dingxun was not an uncle's child to Grandpa, he would certainly not protect Xiao dingxun as before."

Xiao Qingsong nodded in favor: "you're right, but one thing, even if your grandfather knows that Xiao dingxun is not the blood of the Xiao family and won't maintain it as before, it's impossible for us to go too far."

"With so many years of feelings, as long as the old man is one day, Xiao dingxun will have no worries about food and clothing, and the old man will not let Xiao dingxun be suppressed by us."

Xiao Dingcheng flashed a fierce look in his eyes: "then grandpa can't manage these for the time being."

Xiao Qingsong was surprised: "what are you going to do?"

"Dad, you said, if we poke uncle's news in front of Grandpa..." Xiao Dingcheng smiled slowly. "He is so old, he will be very sad to hear the news at first. He may fall ill. As long as he is ill, Xiao dingxun will have no dependence. We can do a lot of things and it will be much more convenient."

Xiao Qingsong frowned and thought about the feasibility of Xiao Dingcheng's words.

After a moment, he shook his head: "no, the old man is old. If he is stimulated, it's just a small illness. In case there's anything good or bad, the Xiao family will really change completely. Your uncle has just had an accident. The old man must not be responsible for any problem at this time."

Even if he wanted to seize power again, he knew that master Xiao couldn't fall down at this time. Something happened to Xiao Qinghuai. If master Xiao had another accident, some of the Xiao family's side branches would be unable to sit still.

He is not fully in power now. If he seizes power while dealing with those restless Xiao family side branches, I'm afraid he doesn't have the energy.

Moreover, master Xiao is his own father after all. Although he is a little eccentric, he is connected by blood. He doesn't want to let master Xiao have a good or bad.

"But uncle doesn't come back for so many days. Even if we don't say it, Grandpa will know sooner or later." Xiao Dingcheng said.

"Don't talk." Xiao Qingsong waved his hand and didn't want to continue the topic. "Even if your grandfather will know sooner or later, we can't tell him. In case of good or bad, I'll be sorry all my life."

"Well, Dad's right. Grandpa is old now. I'm sure I can't stand the news that white haired people send black haired people. If there's anything good or bad because of this, don't say dad, even I can't forgive myself all my life."