"According to the doctor, Makisui is also slowly recovering, and he must be able to wake up soon. In this case, the child does not have to be taken away. ”

Zhan Bei stared at Zhan Muqing with cold eyes, and every word was indifferent and decisive, without the slightest room for negotiation.

"Impossible."

After Zhan Muqing coldly refused, Zhan Bei's face instantly turned ugly, and he got up and walked in front of him on crutches.

The accidental death of the eldest son, Zhanbei was hit, and the whole person became more than ten years old, his hair was a lot grayer, and even his body was not so neat.

Qiqi was held in Zhan Muqing's arms, and when he saw his grandfather coming down, he was so frightened that he immediately hugged his neck.

In his arms, he whispered: "Dad, come home......"

"Qiqi is the granddaughter of the Zhan family, where else do you want to take her?" Zhan Bei said coldly, "You left Mushui here for a few years and ignored it, are you a father and a husband?" ”

"Otherwise, what does my father want?" Zhan Muqing sneered, "You don't like me, let me get out of sight." You may not like my daughter, in that case, I will leave with Qiqi, what's wrong? ”

"Zhan Muqing!" Zhan Bei was not lightly angry, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"If my father is fine, I'll go back first." As he spoke, Zhan Muqing turned around with Qiqi in his arms, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly heard Zhan Bei speak: "No matter what, when Mushui wakes up, you will hold a wedding, and you must go back to Italy." ”

Zhan Muqing's footsteps paused, his face was cloudy, he was silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice: "Without a big brother, you will remember that I am your son, father, don't go too far!" ”

"If your eldest brother is still here, do you think I can care about you?" Zhan Bei roared coldly, "Since I am your father, you have to do what you say." Otherwise, everything you have now, I will raise my hand and let it turn to ashes. ”

Zhanbei stood on crutches in the middle of the huge castle, his face was cold, and there was no trace of his father's kindness to his son.

When the two met, it was like an enemy meeting, and there was only a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

Hearing Zhan Bei's words, Zhan Muqing clenched his hands hard, and his eyes were full of murder.

Everything ...... Today

He never wanted it!

"My father can do whatever he wants, without asking my opinion."

After speaking, Zhan Muqing directly hugged Qiqi, turned around and left directly.

Zhan Bei was stunned in place, thinking back to the scene just now, his face turned cold inch by inch.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper next to him immediately stepped forward and comforted: "Master, the third young master is ...... temper like this."

"Where is Zhan Muhan?"

"Second Young Master......" The housekeeper looked helpless, "Our people have not found any trace of the Second Young Master until now." ”

"Waste." Zhanbei's crutches hit the floor with a clang, "My Zhanbei has a glorious life, how can I get to this point." ”

The eldest son's car was destroyed and killed, and the second son only knew how to eat, drink and have fun all day long, and he did not make any progress.

The only remaining youngest son hates himself to the core, and always competes with him.

With such a big fighter, no one can share it for him.

"Keep looking." Zhan Bei's face was pale, and he roared coldly.

He didn't believe that this family would not survive without Zhan Muqing.

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"Dad, come home, miss Mommy......"

Qiqi was buried in Zhan Muqing's arms, and whispered softly, "Qiqi misses Mommy......"

"I'll be back in two days." Zhan Muqing pursed his thin lips, walked into the ward full of the smell of Chinese medicine expressionlessly, and put Qiqi down.

took her hand and walked to Zhan Mushui's side.