The President's Sweet Trap

Nanqingchen went straight to nanlaozi's bedroom. As soon as he went in, he felt a repressed atmosphere of swords and crossbows.

The old man didn't lie on the bed, but sat by the bed with crutches in his hands. His chest fluctuated constantly. There was an obvious palm print on Nanfeng's face. It was obvious that only the old man could beat him.

Nan Chunjie's lips were covered with blood and knelt on the ground. It should also be played by the old man. From small to large, Nan Feng was reluctant to move Nan Chunjie's finger. Even if he played, he wouldn't give such a heavy hand.

The atmosphere in the room was not eased by the arrival of nanqingchen. When the old man saw nanqingchen coming in, he just looked at him.

"Qingchen, you came just in time. Grandpa wants to hear from you. What's the matter with Yiyi now?"

At this time, you can't hide it. Nanqingchen slightly lowered his eyes and said faintly: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I'm afraid your body can't bear it!"

The old man sighed: "dust dumping, Grandpa knows you are thinking about Grandpa, but how long can you hide this kind of thing? Grandpa is old, but grandpa is not as vulnerable as you think!"

After a pause, he pointed to Nan Chunjie, who was kneeling on the ground, and said angrily, "you must already know what this evil barrier has done. You care about the feelings of brothers and the righteousness of father and son, but look what he has done. If he hadn't eaten inside and outside, Yiyi would have died and how you would have lost your wife! I must drive him out of the south house today! "

Before nanqingchen could speak, Nanfeng begged bitterly: "Dad, ah Jie, he is excusable for doing so. He has always been unable to pass the yarrana barrier in his heart. He is also confused for a moment and listens to others' instigation. Dad, please! Ah Jie is your grandson anyway. You can't just drive him out! "

Nan Chunjie was held in the palm of his hand by him and Zhao Yalan when he was a child. He hasn't suffered much since he was so old. Where can he go if he is driven out? How to stand in society in the future?

Without Nanjia's shelter, he will be laughed at by all and despised by all!

"I can't? Hum, it's not your turn to tell the family what to do. If you don't want your good son, you can go with him, and I'll take it as if I didn't have your son! "

The old man's angry eyes are angry. He is old now and doesn't have so much strength. If he was young, the crutch just now had to kill Nan Chunjie!

He really didn't want to see Nan Chunjie appear in front of him anymore. He left Zhao Yalan's mother and son for the sake of his son. The facts over the years have proved how outrageous his original idea was.

I thought Zhao Yalan was dead. The south family could at least be calm, but I didn't expect that Nan Chunjie's destructive power was not lost to Zhao Yalan, or even worse than her.

If he forgives his mistake this time, he will make more mistakes in the future. Every time he makes a mistake, he has to throw the dust to wipe his ass, and the Nan family will be destroyed in the hands of Nan Chunjie sooner or later.

Nanfeng heard that the old man asked him to go with nanchunjie. His face turned white. He wanted to say something more. He moved his lips, but he didn't say a word.

Nan Chunjie's eyes flashed a touch of ridicule. He finally saw clearly about his father. There was no doubt that human selfishness was revealed in him, and he would only consider himself at the critical moment.

Hehe, this is his father!

"Nanfeng, I never expected you to develop Nanjia. I know you're not that material at all, but over the years, I didn't think of anything for you. At the beginning, I didn't agree with you to marry Zhao Yalan. In fact, you know very well what Zhao Yalan is for. You won't bow your head just because you don't want to admit that I'm right, But look, what is the result of your persistence? "

"You're fooling around with Zhao Yalan's temperament. I can turn a blind eye as long as I don't find the trouble of dumping dust. Now she's gone, and there's nothing to worry about. I thought it was over, but I'm still too naive after all! You all ignore the feeling of dumping dust, then don't blame me for being cruel! "

The old man had a calm face and took out the dignity of the head of the family. Nanfeng's face turned red and couldn't say a word of shame.

"Why speak so well? Eccentricity is eccentricity! Since childhood, when have you regarded me as your grandson? Nanqingchen is the only one in your mind. I know you don't want to see me or my mother, but she is dead. As her only son, I live under the same roof with her killer every day, but I can't avenge her. Why have you ever worried about my feelings? "

Nan Chunjie raised his hand to wipe the blood off his lips and looked straight at the old man.

The old man's heart and liver trembled when he listened to his words.

"Presumptuous!" He scolded loudly, "are you going to rebel? You keep saying that dumping dust is the murderer of your mother. Do you have any evidence? All you know is that your mother died, and you suspect that it was the dust dumping. Do you know that the dust dumping mother was forced to die by your mother... "

"That's why he killed my mother for revenge. Am I right? Big brother! "

Nan Chunjie took the old man's words and looked at Nan Qingchen standing behind him with the rest of his eyes.

When Zhao Yalan took advantage of Rong ruo's depression, when no one paid attention, she secretly stuffed photos of her intimacy with Nanfeng into Rong ruo's room, bribed her servant to take care of Rong Ruo, and told her that Nanfeng had another son, which led to Rong ruo's mental breakdown and suicide.

The old man's breath got stuck in his throat and coughed violently. Nanfeng wanted to go forward to give the old man a good breath and was pushed away by the old man.

He pointed to Nan Chunjie and asked Nan Feng, "this is the good son you educated. If it weren't for the dust dumping who has been persuading me all these years, I would have kicked out their mother and son. If I let him stay in the south house again, the south house would be destroyed in his hands sooner or later!"

Before Nanfeng could speak, he looked at nanqingchen standing there silently: "Qingchen, how did Zhao Yalan die? I don't believe you didn't find out at all. Just let this bastard know how his mother died. Don't bite people here!"

Nan Qingchen looked back at the old man's eyes and shook his head calmly: "Grandpa, do you think he will believe what I said?"

It is precisely because Nan Chunjie won't believe anything he said, so he hasn't talked to anyone in the south family since he found out the murderer who really killed Zhao Yalan, and Ji Ming and Lu Qing are not allowed to disclose any information.