Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 642 The Big Boss Behind the Scenes (5)
"Zhaodong, what's wrong with you?"

"Is Nian Zhao really my daughter?"

Qiao Xinhui was startled, and said calmly, "Of course."

"Okay." Jin Zhaodong nodded succinctly, "Okay, okay..."

It's just that his face became more and more gloomy, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

Qiao Xinhui tried her best to maintain a calm face, and reached out to put his arm: "What's the matter?"

"What's wrong? You asked me what's wrong, Qiao Xinhui, how dare you ask me what's wrong?"

Jin Zhaodong roared suddenly, and threw the fast food bag in his hand to Qiao Xinhui's feet.

Qiao Xinhui's heart trembled, and she took several steps back, "Zhaodong, what's going on with you?"

"Now, do you still want to play with me?"

Jin Zhaodong looked at Qiao Xinhui coldly: "I heard what you and Han Minzheng said just now."

Jin Zhaodong spoke calmly, but Qiao Xinhui's complexion changed drastically when she heard it. Her hands and fingers hanging by her sides trembled, and the gentle expression on her face just now was frozen there, looking strange and distorted.

"Listen to me, Zhaodong...it's not true...it's not...I just made it up as a stopgap measure. I wanted Min Zheng to help me find Nian Zhao. I didn't make it up because I was forced a lie—”

Jin Zhaodong smiled lightly: "Xinhui, in your heart and eyes, am I stupid enough?" He took a step closer, grabbed her wrist and raised it, "What? Do you need me to take Nian Zhao for another paternity test? "

Qiao Xinhui clenched her fists, her blood was getting colder and colder, she looked at Jin Zhaodong fixedly, her eyes were red: "Okay, do it. I want to see if you can say this to the child!"

Ordinary people, how could a father drag his child to do a paternity test?

This kind of behavior already indicates the father's disrespect for the child. Even if the result of the appraisal is his own, there is a gully in this biological that can never be healed.

Qiao Xinhui said to herself with a wry smile: "Nian Zhao, this is the good father you have always relied on. He wants to take you for a paternity test. He doesn't believe that you are his child. He didn't want me before, and he doesn't even want you now." --"

"Things have developed to this point, do you still expect me to face Nian Zhao as before? Don't think that I am a philanthropist, Qiao Xinhui, this time between us is really over!"

Jin Zhaodong shook off Qiao Xinhui's hand, pushed her away who was blocking the way, and strode away, but when he reached the corner, he slowed down, clutched his heart, his lips were a little blue, and slowly supported a tree Squat down.

Disappointment, ridicule, and bitterness slipped through his heart one by one.

On the Tianshan Mountains, he hugged the infant child, and his love for that little life far surpassed anyone in the world. For her, he tried his best to be a 24-year-old father, even if he couldn't give her the title she wanted, But for the rest, as long as she asked, he tried his best to do it, but God kept making fun of him again and again.

First tell him that he loved the wrong person in the past 30 years, and now tell him that the baby he held in his hand for more than [-] years is actually a child who has no blood relationship with him. blood.

This joke is too big...

A pair of black flat-heeled women's leather shoes suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Su Ningxue looked at Jin Zhaodong who was leaning against the tree with an ugly expression and frowned: "Aren't you going to buy lunch? Where's lunch?"

It was because she hadn't seen him back for a long time, and it was twelve o'clock, that she came out to take a look.

Jin Zhaodong raised his head and looked at Su Ningxue, who was elegant and dignified. Suddenly, he felt that the circles of his eyes were a little tight. He supported the tree trunk and stood up, standing half a head taller than Su Ningxue: "The rice... the rice... I accidentally knocked over it just now. .”

Su Ningxue looked at him rather surprised, then nodded, and turned around with a calm expression.

Jin Zhaodong stopped her: "Where are you going?"

"You overturned the meal, don't we have to eat at noon today?"

Su Ningxue glanced at him, then walked straight out, taking out the car keys from her bag while walking quickly.

Looking at her gradually receding figure, Jin Zhaodong stood there, his throat seemed to be tightly clenched by a big hand, making him unable to breathe, he closed his eyes, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, he held his hands Face, feel ashamed.

He hurt a woman who loved him deeply, and finally he had some retribution, and now he can only chew the bitter fruit alone.

"Let's go in." Yin Li's voice rang in his ears.

Jin Ziqi nodded, and finally looked at Jin Zhaodong who was standing there as if petrified, before turning back.

It's just that when she stepped into the funeral home again, she could feel a low air pressure covering the entire memorial service.

"Why are there so many top executives from the Song family, are they going to rebel when the chairman leaves?"

"Maybe they just came to mourn, let's stop thinking about it..."

Seeing Jin Ziqi enter, the whispering guests all consciously moved out of the way, and a lane was immediately vacated in Ben's crowded corridor.

Jin Ziqi glanced left and right, but walked in with his back straightened.

No matter what is waiting for her inside, she must try her best to keep what she has!
In the memorial hall, all the important decision-makers of the Song family were dressed in suits.

The first to bear the brunt were the four major shareholders, either in high spirits, or supported by the secretary, standing there, talking to Qiao Nan, Qiao Nan's expression was not very good, and his words were a little fierce.

As soon as Jin Ziqi walked in, there was a sudden silence, and Song's general managers all looked over.

No one broke the silence first, but quietly stared at Jin Ziqi who was standing at the door in a black dress.

It's like a long and oppressive silent contest.

Jin Ziqi raised his foot and walked in without looking sideways, his elegant and steady appearance was secretly admirable.

She knelt down at the place where the paper ingots and money had been burned, picked up the ingots and threw them into the brazier.

"If you are here today to mourn, I am very grateful for your respect for my husband, but if it is something else, please leave. I hope you can give my husband a quiet funeral."

As he said that, Jin Ziqi looked at the four old shareholders with calm eyes: "I have been impolite, please forgive me."

The four shareholders looked at me and I looked at you, but they had no intention of leaving. They turned around and discussed in a low voice, and then sent the oldest and most experienced one of them to walk up to Song Qiyan's black and white photo, and took three shots. fragrant.

"Nephew Song Xian left us all very sad. Without him, the Song family is now like a mess, and a slight disturbance can cause a sandstorm. The niece and daughter-in-law have to mourn and change, don't burn your own bones .”

(End of this chapter)