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In the eyes of Mr. Zhan, Zhan Xiucheng was a high-spirited young man who was an arrogant academic who liked to pretend to be cool.

When I was young, I always opposed him, and I wished I could make him die in anger.

In his twenties and thirties, he became more rebellious and would go wherever he wanted. Even if his family cut off his income, he would work abroad to get his degree.

Now that he is forty years old and wants a pure love, Mr. Zhan doesn't know how to comfort him.

After all, I have never had such an ups and downs of emotional experience.

"Dad...I'm lovelorn..."

Zhan Xiucheng thought about it, he was so drunk that he couldn't stand still, and he still couldn't forget Wang Ying.

Mr. Zhan frowned and said,

"Lovelorn? No one has ever fallen in love with you? How can you be considered lovelorn? Zhang Potian is a secret love!"

Mr. Zhan is a great last-hitter.

Wen Rao also came out. Seeing this scene, she wanted to laugh but was embarrassed.

"Honey, don't catch a cold."

When Zhan Yan saw Wen Rao, he immediately took off his suit and put it on her.

His coat still carries his body temperature, which is warm and safe.

Wen Rao leaned next to him and saw that he was only wearing a thin shirt. He looked taller and taller, and seemed to be much stronger than before.

"Honey, why are you staring at my breasts?"

Zhan Yan asked softly in Wen Rao's ear, obviously thinking wrongly.

Wen Rao immediately looked away.

"I think you look better now that you've gained a few pounds. During the few days I was hospitalized, you were so thin that you lost your appearance."

Wen Rao tells the truth.

"But you still look good even if you lose weight. It doesn't affect your appearance at all."

Wen Rao said seriously.

Zhan Yan couldn't help but lower his head and smile.

Although his wife lost consciousness, she was more straightforward when praising him.

"Thank you, wife, for the compliment."

Zhan Yan smiled brightly and had long forgotten that Zhan Xiucheng was crying miserably beside him.

With his drunken eyes, Zhan Xiucheng saw Zhan Yan and Wen Rao getting acquainted sweetly, with eyes for each other.

The atmosphere overflowing with affection made Zhan Xiucheng even more sad.

"Dad! I envy Xiao Yan so much..."

Zhan Xiucheng felt that he would be permanently autistic.

Mr. Zhan looked like he hated iron, but there was helplessness and distress in his eyes.

It's just that he won't forgive him.

"You were a libertine when you were young. Although you don't know how to walk in two different places, you are still a scumbag if you only fall in love without getting married.

Now that you are in your forties, do you want to turn back?

But why should others accept your return as a prodigal son? right?

The problem still lies with you!

Even if the root of the problem is the person you used to be, it is still a part of you.

Don't always think that the other person rejects you because he doesn't believe in love.

Do you really make people think you are reliable? "

After Mr. Zhan finished speaking, Zhan Xiucheng remained silent.

"Butler, help him back."

Mr. Zhan waved his hand, and Zhan Xiucheng stood up unsteadily.

"No, I can leave by myself."

"vomit!"

Zhan Xiucheng just said a word, and he spat out all on the old man's pants and shoes.

The pungent smell almost made Mr. Zhan vomit.

"you……"

Mr. Zhan raised his hand and was about to slap Zhan Xiucheng on the back of his head.

Wen Rao hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"Grandpa, my biological child! My biological child!"

Wen Rao's personal words barely brought the old man back to his senses.

He waved his hand and left with a dark face.

Zhan Xiucheng was dragged back to the room by the housekeeper and bodyguard like a pig to death.

Zhan Yan was about to take Wen Rao back to his room when he received a call from the police station.

Zhuang Tao was detained for beating someone.