After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Zhan Xiumiao insisted on going down, but Zhan Xiucheng could only ask two bodyguards to stop him with him.

The two sides continued to fight on the roadside.

"Brother, didn't you see that Rao Rao was injured?

The terrain under the hillside is complicated and there are many scattered car debris, which is too dangerous.

You should wait for news from Xiao Yan. "

Zhan Xiucheng also wanted to go on, but he still had to look at his elder brother.

With the eldest brother's temper, he left on the front foot, and the eldest brother rushed down immediately.

"I can't wait! I have to get down!"

Although Zhan Xiumiao is Zhan Xiumiao's eldest son, he is usually the most gentle and calm one at home.

Only something bad happened to his family could make him lose control like this.

"Uncle Zhan, if Aunt Zhan knew that you insisted on going down regardless of safety, she would not approve."

Rong Xinyan's voice sounded considerate.

She and Ling Chen rushed over. As soon as they arrived, they saw Zhan Xiumiao losing control of his emotions, and they felt uncomfortable and awkward again.

She did not admit that this feeling was jealousy and unwillingness.

She couldn't figure it out. Are all the men in the Zhan family too infatuated?

Or were the rich men she had met before too scumbag?

At Zhan Xiumiao's age, his son is the heir to the group, and he and his daughter-in-law are in love with each other. His own charm has not diminished. If his wife dies, there are many young women who take the initiative to come to his door.

Isn’t it good to just find a twenty-year-old to marry?

I have to guard an old lady!

Rong Xinyan felt that even the men in the Zhan family couldn't think about it.

"You don't have to worry about my Zhan family's housework! Bodyguard! Let her go!"

Zhan Xiumiao was not polite to Rong Xinyan at all.

All he could think about now was his wife's safety.

"Uncle Zhan, Xinyan means well."

Ling Chen finally couldn't help but felt unfair for Rong Xinyan.

"Ling Chen, don't talk to Uncle Zhan like that.

I can understand how he feels now.

When my parents fell ill and passed away, I didn’t have any relatives around me. I was also devastated and desperate.

I just met Mrs. Zhan today, and she also said that she would go shopping with me in the future.

She also said that she hoped I could be her goddaughter, that she had misunderstood me before, and that her biggest regret in her life was that she did not have a daughter.

When she saw me, she couldn't help but want me to be her daughter. "

Whenever Rong Xinyan speaks with purpose, she has her own way of talking to herself, regardless of whether the other party responds or not.

She said one sentence to pave the way for the next sentence.

Zhan Xiu Miao frowned, his eyes dark.

He is very similar to Zhan Yan, and has a more mature and elegant temperament than Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan is 70% ruthless and 30% noble, while Zhan Xiu Miao is exactly the opposite.

He didn't have as strong an aura as Zhan Yan, but it was like a clear stream of spring, warming the heart and spleen.

"My wife wouldn't say that!"

Zhan Xiu Miao spoke coldly.

His wife wanted to have a daughter, but she was definitely not like Rong Xinyan.

"Uncle Zhan, people's thoughts will change.

My aunt chatted with me for a while, the misunderstanding was resolved, and her view of me naturally changed.

But when I say this, I don’t mean to cling to anything.

But I was so sad that I solved the misunderstanding with Aunt Zhan. She might just...

Uncle Zhan, you have to be more open-minded. "

From what Rong Xinyan said, it seemed as if Duan Xueer would never come back.

Zhan Xiu's miao eyes were bloodshot, as if dark clouds were pressing down on his surroundings.

"What if my husband doesn't want to have a meeting? Miss Rong, please tell me!"

Suddenly, a calm and soft female voice sounded.

A familiar figure came into Zhan Xiu Miao's eyes. A moment ago, his heart felt like it had been pulled out and thrown to the ground, crushed into crumbs repeatedly.

At this moment, the broken heart returned to the body intact.