The President's Sweet Trap

The evidence in Lu Qing's hand is not enough to prove that Zhao Yalan was killed by an Qiang. If he rashly takes out the evidence, it will only attract Nan Chunjie's deeper hatred.

He was not afraid of Nan Chunjie's revenge on him. He just didn't want to see his white haired grandfather still worrying about his affairs at his age. He just wanted to make grandpa feel more comfortable in the last period of his old age.

But his repeated forbearance is in exchange for Nan Chunjie's advance. He wants to make him suffer and tear the Nan family apart, but he won't allow it either!

"Grandpa, I won't interfere with your decision this time!"

"Qingchen......" Nanfeng blurted out and called nanqingchen, with a trace of prayer in his tone.

Nanqingchen lowered his eyes and didn't even look at him. It seems that the father son relationship, which was not easy to ease up not long ago, fell to the freezing point at this moment.

Nanfeng knows that nanqingchen should blame him. This time, he also knows that Nannan Chunjie did wrong, but he just watched his son be driven out of Nanjia. How can he bear it?

"Dad, don't ask him!" Nan Chunjie slowly stood up from the ground, "I should have left long ago after begging for nothing at Nan's house! The Southern family will be happy without me! "

Then he turned around, looked at nanqingchen and hooked his lips: "it won't be over between us. You'd better be ready at any time, my dear brother!"

Nan Qingchen looked cold and didn't pay any attention to him at all. He just replied faintly: "just put your horse here!"

A trace of anger flashed across Nan Chunjie's face. What he hated most was Nan Qingchen's attitude of not paying attention to him. Although he already knew that Gu Yiyi died because of himself, he still didn't take him seriously.

However, his anger was only a moment, and soon he recovered his composure.

I hope when I set foot on this land again, you will not pay attention to me as you do now. At that time, I really want to see if your cold face will crack!

He took a deep look at nanqingchen, and then walked towards the door.

"Ah Jie, you..." Nan Feng watched Nan Chunjie leave without looking back. He caught up with the first two steps. He could no longer restrain his sadness and burst into tears.

Nan Chunjie didn't seem to hear his call. He opened the door and went out. Nan Feng was very anxious. He looked back at Nan Qingchen and said anxiously: "Qingchen, Dad hasn't asked you anything in his life. Dad, please let ah Jie come back this time. How can he survive outside alone?"

Nanqingchen looked at Nanfeng with an expressionless face, but his heart was sinking bit by bit.

Father, is there only Nan Chunjie's son in your heart? Have you done even a little for me over the years? His mother forced my mother to death, and now he forced my wife to death. Can't you see these?

Father, what right do you have to beg me for him?

Nanfeng saw that nanqingchen didn't respond for a long time. He stretched out his head and looked outside the door. He couldn't see nanchunjie anymore. He hurried to the old man's face and knelt down with a "plop".

"Dad, Dad, I beg you, ah Jie, he hasn't suffered since he was a child. You want him to die!"

Nanqingchen was brought up by the old man. He can see what was thinking in his heart at a glance.

They all say that whoever brings up the child will kiss. It's true. The old man has said so much to his son, but he still can't change his preference for Nan Chunjie.

This time, Nanfeng knelt down for the mother and son for the third time. The first time was Rong ruo's death. When Nanfeng wanted to take their mother and son into the south house, the second time was when Zhao Yalan died, and the third time was this time. However, the three times were in front of the dust in the south.

The old man smiled bitterly. He could be said to be invincible in the business world all his life, but he really failed in his family. Is he going to break up with the south family when he is old?

He looked up at his son who was kneeling in front of him and his grandson who stood behind him with colder eyes and sighed.

"Ah Feng, have you ever thought a little about the feeling of dumping dust? Dumping dust can create SNB and build its own business empire with its own ability. Why can't ah Jie?"

Nanfeng only thinks about nanchunjie now. He just wants nanchunjie to stay. As for what the old man said, he can't listen to a word.

"Dad, you taught me how to dump dust, but what about ah Jie? What does he know? What did you teach him? At least you can let him out when he has the ability to be independent like dumping dust! "

The old man laughed angrily at Nanfeng's words. He and his son have been complaining about him for so many years. He admitted that he had selfish intentions, but Nanfeng never thought about why he had such selfish intentions.

After Rong ruo's death, Nanfeng's thoughts were all on Zhao Yalan's mother and son. Why did he remember nanqingchen's son? If Zhao Yalan was not such a greedy woman, maybe he would treat Nan Chunjie equally, but Zhao Yalan was just a greedy woman.

If he treated Nan Chunjie like he would treat Nan Qingchen, the Nan family would have no place for Nan Qingchen for a long time.

Suddenly, the old man felt unprecedented fatigue, as if his strength had been taken out all at once, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Nanqingchen looks at the old man and doesn't know if it's his illusion. The old man seems to be getting old at once. At the moment, he is no longer a hale and hearty old man, but an old man. It seems that something invisible is losing bit by bit.

Nanqingchen's eyes turned red. He knew what it was and a person's vitality. The old man finally exhausted all his efforts for Nanjia.

But he... Can't do anything!

He came forward and patted Nanfeng on the shoulder. He didn't notice any strange Nanfeng from his old father. He looked up at him with a trace of resentment in his eyes.

"Get out! Grandpa is tired! "

He tried to make his voice sound calm, but it was trembling that even he could hear.

Nanfeng refused to go out and held the old man's arm. Nanqingchen was angry and shouted, "go out!"

The forest coldness in his tone made Nanfeng fight a cold war. The indifference at the bottom of his eyes surprised Nanfeng. He unconsciously stood up from the ground and went out.

His eyes turned to push the door, but he suddenly woke up and stood outside the door again.