She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

Feng Leng suddenly stopped and squinted at the void in front of him, his eyes dim and unclear.

After encountering some truths, my state of mind was completely different.

Now when I think back to the little bastard's interactions with him these days and the words he said, I feel that they all have deep meanings.

It's just that I didn't know his life experience before, so I didn't think about it in that aspect.

Now, hearing him call "Brother Feng" again, the weird feeling is beyond words.

Seeing that his father had not responded, the little guy on the other end of the phone continued: "Why don't you speak? Did you not hear the baby's voice? I'm a little bastard."

little bastard?

Ah!

He is self-aware!

Feng Leng smiled coldly, walked down the steps, and headed straight towards the parking lot.

"I heard you returned to London, and you ran quite fast."

The little guy chuckled and said, "Aren't you afraid of settling the score with me? What's more important is that my sister is sick and I have to come back to accompany her."

younger sister?

Does he have a sister?

So Wen Qing gave birth to twins five years ago, and the son was taken to the Zhou family by Miss Wen to occupy the magpie nest, while the daughter was raised under Wen Qing's knees?

Thinking of this, Feng Lenglie clenched his phone tightly, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked lightly: "You have a sister? Didn't you bring trouble to some little girl?"

After hearing this, the little guy immediately exploded, "What's causing harm to that little girl? She's my sister, my biological sister, we were born from the same mother."

The doubts in Feng Lenglie's heart were completely resolved, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips again.

He was basically certain that this kid was his son.

"Okay, so what's wrong with your sister? Is it important?"

Normally, he wouldn't have the patience to ask about such a trivial matter.

But now he wanted to chat more with his son, so naturally he had to find a way to find a topic.

"It's leukemia." The little guy said gloomily, "If we can't find a suitable bone marrow, she won't survive."

Feng Leng was startled.

Although he is not a doctor, he also knows the fatality rate of leukemia.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Guyun's calm appearance was still burdened with the burden of his daughter's terminal illness.

It is said that the young master of the Zhou family is also in poor health.

Originally he was quite envious of Zhou Gu, but now it seems that the guy is in a difficult situation.

"You can send me your sister's matching data, and I will mobilize my forces to help find suitable bone marrow."

The little guy clucked his lips and snorted coldly: "Forget it, I'm afraid that if you care too much about my sister, it will bring disaster to my sister."

"..."

The wind was cold and he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.

Don't say it, it makes sense.

At the moment, he has not yet ascended to the top and is stuck in a position of neither ascending nor descending. Those followers are worried that the situation will change and will definitely try their best to eliminate all unfavorable factors.

To put it bluntly, if he helps his tender daughter find bone marrow, it will give them the illusion that he wants to resolve their hatred.

In this way, it will harm the children.

"Okay, I've accepted your offer for my sister. Even with Lao Zhou's connections, I can't find a suitable bone marrow, let alone you?

I called you today, not to ask for help, but to talk to my aunt. Can you give her your cell phone? "

Feng Lenglie narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the urge to test him.

But then he thought about it, and he could go to Smida and ask for the truth, so he swallowed the words he was about to say.

"I'm outside now. You can call me again at eight o'clock in the evening. I'll ask her to talk to you then."

After hearing this, the little guy hummed and said, "Just give her a mobile phone."

Feng Lenglie frowned, not wanting to leave a bad impression on his son, so he could only speak patiently:

"Give her the communicator, and people from the Arthur family will contact her. By doing this, I can avoid her being caught in the middle."

The little guy obviously didn't buy it and asked with a sneer: "She still has to be grateful, doesn't she?"