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"Son, well done!"

Fangyuan suddenly became excited on the other end of the phone.

You know, although his wife Tong Wenjie always puts the blame on their old Fang family's bad genes whenever their son gets into trouble or gets bad grades.

But he must admit that Fang Yifan is definitely his son.

There is no need to do a paternity test at all.

Regardless of his appearance, with his temperament and hobbies, he is undoubtedly his own son.

Originally, in China, he only focused on the college entrance examination, and only focused on scores, so it seemed that his son was very poor.

Disgusting.

But in foreign countries where people are evaluated in a diverse way, isn’t the true value of people like them reflected?

Look at him in a trumpet size. How popular is he when he goes abroad?

You know, he was actually similar to Fang Yifan when he was in middle school. He also liked to play various arts and even organized art performances. He was a real literary talent.

It's just that his IQ is higher and his grades haven't fallen behind.

Many parents put their unfulfilled regrets on their children and want them to help them realize their regrets.

Now his good son has helped him realize it.

The Fang family are neither criminals nor bad people, nor are they trash, they are all good people!

If oranges grow in Huainan, they are oranges; if oranges grow in Huaibei, they are accumulation.

His son is suitable to shine abroad and shine brightly.

"What stock?"

Tong Wenjie was not very interested in music or bands, nor did she know much about musical instruments. She subconsciously asked: "Fanfan, you never learned this in China before. You only played the piano, how could you play gongs and drums?" "

"..——" Fang Yifan almost burst into tears when he heard his mother's unintentional but central question.

How can he answer this question easily?

"It's an analogy!" Fang Yuan didn't wait for his son to speak, and explained for his son with a very understanding look: "My son's talents in music, dancing and other arts are innate. He inherits them from himself, and he can learn them casually.

That's normal, isn't it, son? "

"Yes, it's all about talent -" Fang Yifan's voice was a little strange, and he realized something was wrong, so he quickly muttered a few words and hung up the phone.

Pain, shame, and all kinds of emotions came over him, making him lie there and cry.

how so?

In the past, he was mocked by He Chen as Jia Baoyu, but he was Fang Baoyu.

He denied this.

Although he has always been around his Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai, there are no other golden hairpins, let alone a large number of other beautiful girls.

How could he be considered a precious jade?

He Chen, the orphan, looked more and more like Jia Baoyu as the days went by.

But now he had to accept Fang Baoyu's title.

Because in some aspects, he and Jia Baoyu have something in common.

Jia Baoyu's ability to write the Dream of the Red Mansions in the future after his family was destroyed was catalyzed by the pain of being sore in the cold winter and being surrounded by torn blankets on snowy nights.

And he is in great pain now!

Thinking of this, he started to cry again.

It turns out that being humiliated by He Chen in all kinds of ways is not the ultimate insult.

Numb!

Jia Baoyu also likes to cry, and wishes he had a pure female body made of water. If he lived until now and came to the United States...

After venting for a while, he had time to seriously think about a question, which was: "Open up Hongmeng,

Who is Qin Zhong? "

This is a problem -

"It's not the seventh child, nor the third child, nor the fifth child. It may be the fourth child, and it's more likely to be the second child.

Don’t beat the drum with thousands of people——Brother Jie doesn’t want it! "

Fang Yifan couldn't help but switch from the mood of Dream of Red Mansions to letting the bullets fly, investigating one by one.

He now understood why He Chen liked to borrow classic lines from famous scenes so much.

Because there are some things and words that are really hard to say.

It's best to use false language to describe it accurately.

What could be better than an allusion?

A few simple words tell a story.

It's just that this realization is too painful.

Fang Yifan burst into tears again.

Before coming here, his parents always told him to do well and make more connections. As the saying goes, many friends lead to many paths.

But when he thought of this common saying now, he couldn't help but shudder.

He suddenly didn't want to make so many connections.

Many friends and many paths, if you make 10,000 friends——·

And across the ocean.

It is night time in the scholarly elegant garden.

After the phone call, the Fang family couple were very excited.

How can they be unhappy that their son has become successful?

"My son is great!" Fangyuan was even more excited than Tong Wenjie, and couldn't help thinking happily: "In the future, I may want to take advantage of my son and enjoy the blessings of my son. Maybe I will immigrate to the United States. Then I may also be able to return to the United States. Pursuing my artistic dream when I was young, I heard that people of all ages can pursue their dreams there. Okay, that’s great!”

"Come on, can you compare with Fan Fan?" Tong Wenjie looked at him sideways: "That's what crawled out of my belly, my son! You can follow me in this aspect!"

"No, that's not what you said before!" Fangyuan almost laughed angrily.

"It used to be the past!" Tong Wenjie said confidently: "In the past, it was in China, and all the mischief and mischief were caused by your Fang family's genes! Now that you have gone abroad, and you are so good, it must be my, Tong Wenjie's, genes!

Not convinced?

Let me ask you, what company do I work for?

Foreign companies!

Isn’t this already clear?

My son is where he is now just by following me! "

——" Fangyuan had nothing to say.

He didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Otherwise, if we continue, we will have to say that this son must be the mother's biological son, but the father is not necessarily.

In the past, he liked to make jokes like this.

But now that he has become a tauren, he no longer dares to joke, nor can he laugh. His heart hurts and his face is so green!

And if they really break up, the family may really fall apart.

Again, he is almost 50, and his work has been optimized and transferred to society. His desire in this regard has not diminished yet, it is still quite strong. I really can’t say anything harsh!

Seeing that he had given in, Tong Wenjie stopped talking. Instead, she praised him for a few times. Then, not satisfied, she stood up with her belly in hand and went upstairs to find her best friend Song Qian.

Although the plastic smell of best friends has become stronger and stronger, they are still best friends after all.

Not to mention it is just a small conflict, but it is a bigger conflict, such as letting a scumbag and violent boyfriend rape his best friend to extort money, but after talking about it, it will not affect the best friend's relationship.

Best friends in the world of movies and TV shows are so magical!

Now that her son is pursuing his career abroad, of course she can't help but share it with her best friend Song Qian.

Although it seems that the childhood sweethearts of my son and Yingzi are getting farther and farther away from each other, the days are still long.

No one can predict the future.

She was still a little reluctant to give up this billions of family fortune.

Gotta keep it up.

And she had to talk to her best friend Song Qian. How could she let He Chen come into the house? She really became his cook. It was such a loss of status!