I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

872 Chapter 872, pissed off

The three finished reading.

Only then did I realize that the separation of Lu Xunzhi and his wife was a game set up by Song Enshuo from beginning to end.

Song Zhen's eyes were moist, and he said in a low voice: "I have always had a problem with Song Enshuo, that is, no matter how bad he is, he has raised me. When our mother and child were most vulnerable, he took us in and gave us a bite to eat. Now , I have nothing to worry about."

Because without Song Enshuo's design, Liang Xiaoqi would not be separated from Lu Xunzhi. Even if Song Zhen lived a poor life in the folk, at least he had a father, a mother, and a warm and happy home since he was a child.

Their family is so outstanding that even Lu Yunzhi passed the examination in City B. If the family stays together and encourages and helps each other, they will definitely come to City B to develop.

The economy, for capable people, is a matter of time.

Song Zhen was very uncomfortable.

But this will is very thick.

He turned over the first one, and there was another one at the back, which recorded all the assets under his name.

Interestingly, he did not entrust a trust agency, but clearly stated that everything under his name was given to his son Song Jun, but before Song Jun turned 20, Song Zhen would take care of it on his behalf.

Song Zhen was speechless.

He didn't want to care about Song Enshuo's affairs, but it was about Song Jun, and he couldn't stand by and watch.

He smiled bitterly: "This old guy is about to die, the only thing he understands is that I will never treat Xiao Jun badly."

Lu Xunzhi corrected: "What he understands is your character."

Liang Xiaoqi wept, but it wasn't as hysterical as Song Zhen had imagined, and she couldn't cry.

Like Lu Xunzhi, she was sad but stronger.

Song Zhen saw the power of relief from his parents, and he suddenly felt: "It seems that I shouldn't come, it's a bit unnecessary."

Lu Xunzhi: "Indeed."

Liang Xiaoqi laughed through tears: "No way, mother can't wait to see her son every day. It's just that it's meaningless to dwell on the past. People have to look forward and know how the past was caused, who harmed us, How painful it is, it’s useless. Song Enshuo is dead. It’s useless to worry about it any more. Your father and I are both at this age, and the rest of our lives are short, so naturally we should be more open and happier.”

Song Zhen took Liang Xiaoqi's hand: "Mom, my son will protect you too. If this man makes you unhappy in the future, just tell me and I will clean him up for you!"

Liang Xiaoqi smiled sweetly: "Okay!"

Lu Xunzhi stood up unhappily, and looked at Song Zhen seriously: "What is this man called? I'm your father, don't you know my name?"

"I can't say it." Song Zhen's expression was flat, and what he said could irritate people: "At your age, if I call you dad, I'm afraid that the police will come and ask you, have you bullied an underage girl? Otherwise, how could it be?" With a son as big as me and as good as me."

Lu Xunzhi: "I...you..."

Lu Xun was at a loss for words.

When he and Liang Xiaoqi were young, he was indeed... a little younger!

"You brat, you have never experienced the love of your own father since you were young, so I will let you experience it!"

Lu Xunzhi suddenly stepped forward, making a gesture to beat Song Zhen.

Song Zhen jumped up and pushed him down, throwing a pillow at him.

Lu Xunzhi caught him and hugged him, then chased him and beat him again.

Liang Xiaoqi was worried at first.

She has been trying to persuade the fight, but after trying to persuade her, she found that her husband and son were beating each other while smiling, so she stopped trying to persuade them.

Perhaps, this is the belated joy of father and son that belongs to them.

(End of this chapter)