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When Director Zhou came to the door, Huo Jingsen was also there.

The two of them raised their heads one after another, their eyes met, and Director Zhou was slightly surprised for a moment.

Although neither of them knew who the other was, they still said hello.

Director Zhou felt that he had to say something to break the silent atmosphere.

"Is Hengheng feeling better?"

Huo Jingsen said: "It's ready. Are you?"

No matter what, he would never know that the middle-aged man in front of him was actually the godfather whom he had accepted for Hengheng without his knowledge.

"Uncle Zhou."

A childish voice sounded crisply.

The two people in the hall turned their heads and saw Huo Yanheng coming down the stairs. His face was soft and white, and he didn't look sick and haggard at all. He seemed to be well.

Since Leng Qingqing and Director Zhou only made a verbal agreement and there was no formal change, Huo Yanheng continued to use the previous title.

Director Zhou came this time with the intention of discussing this matter.

"Dad, this is Uncle Zhou. Uncle Zhou is very good to me."

Huo Yanheng trotted over and introduced Director Zhou in very polite terms like a young adult.

Huo Jingsen didn't know who he was before, but when Hengheng mentioned that he would go there to play after school, Huo Jingsen understood.

A faint smile appeared on the young man's face, and he stretched out his hand: "Hello, Director Zhou, Hengheng, I would like to trouble you during this time."

Director Zhou subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the two briefly and briefly grasped their hands in mid-air. He felt that the man's palm was slightly cold.

"No." Director Zhou replied: "Hengheng is very obedient and smart."

This is the truth, truth that does not require any processing.

Huo Yanheng's face was flushed. He stood next to his father, lowering his eyes slightly and blinking his eyelashes.

Leng Qingqing staggered when she saw this scene when she went downstairs.

According to the time, doesn't it take Director Zhou half an hour to come to the door?

She was not ready yet how to let Huo Jingsen leave. The two had already met, so Leng Qingqing had no choice but to go downstairs.

After a brief introduction to each other's identities, Director Zhou nodded: "I guessed it, Hengheng looks a lot like him."

When he saw this man for the first time, Director Zhou felt a bang in his heart. Hengheng looked so much like him.

————Yes, if we were not a family, how could we sit on the sofa and read the newspaper openly?

What's more, the young man's facial features are exactly the same as Huo Yanheng's. When Huo Yanheng grows older, he will be a carbon copy of him.

Huo Jingsen's eyes were quiet, handsome and beautiful.

Compared with the desertedness of Fengfenghuohuo, it seems to be another extreme.

They should be a couple with very complementary personalities.

Looking at them, Director Zhou suddenly thought of his son who died young and his wife who had already left him.

He also had such a life a long time ago.

But he quickly adjusted his expression.

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The maid made coffee and placed several beautiful and delicate snacks on the table.

Afraid that Director Zhou wouldn't be used to it, Leng Qingqing ordered another pot of black tea to be made.

"Uncle, have some snacks." Huo Yanheng did not sit on the chair, but stood beside Director Zhou, picked up a piece of snacks and handed it to Director Zhou.

Director Zhou looked at him and said with a smile: "Good boy, uncle is not hungry, you can eat."

Huo Yanheng tilted his head, said oh, and took a small bite of the snack.

"You may have heard about it," Director Zhou said in a low voice, speaking to Leng Qingqing. He did not shy away from the Huo family and his son, "I was married before. Later, due to some reasons, my wife and I I’m divorced and I’ve been living alone.”

She had heard about it a long time ago. She was holding tea in a deserted manner, her face blurred by the heat. She nodded slightly: "I heard a little bit."

What is the reason? That is Director Zhou's own business. She, an outsider, has no right to ask.

She won't get to the bottom of things that people don't want to talk about.

Most people ask inquiringly just to satisfy their own curiosity and do not show much sympathy for the misery of others.

Obviously, Director Zhou is not a person who needs to betray his past to gain sympathy from others.

"I seem to have never told anyone about my son..."

Director Zhou sat on a wicker chair with his hands clasped together. His shoulders were slumped and his eyelashes were drooped. He looked like one of those old and wrinkled figures in sketches.

Although there were speculations in his mind, Leng Qingqing was still scalded by the black tea when he heard from Director Zhou that the young child had drowned.

On the contrary, Huo Jingsen, the man had been listening quietly. Even after hearing the last paragraph, his expression was very calm, and his hand holding the coffee was extremely steady.

Huo Yanheng stood beside Director Zhou all the time, with a faint sadness filling his eyes. He gently held Director Zhou's rough hand with a small but powerful palm.

In exchange, Director Zhou patted him gently, as if to tell him 'I'm fine'.

Director Zhou raised his head and finally came to the key topic: "So, I am actually very grateful to you for agreeing to let me be Hengheng's godfather. I will also fulfill my promise and treat Hengheng as my biological child. "

Huo Jingsen's expression moved slightly, and his eyes subtly looked at Leng Qingqing.

Who would have thought that Director Zhou's words were actually addressed to him.

Director Zhou said sincerely: "Although Qingqing agreed, the wedding ceremony has not been decided these days. I think it may be because her husband does not agree. I came to visit today, firstly, to see Hengheng. Secondly, Just for this matter.”

Leng Qingqing coughed lightly: "I've been too busy recently, and I haven't had time to tell him yet..."

Huo Jingsen raised the corners of his lips, half-smiling but not smiling, showing an 'oh, really' expression.

Although Leng Qingqing thought that the consent of this unqualified biological father was not important, it still hurt to be slapped in the face in front of Huo Jingsen.

Even if Huo Jingsen refuses, she can understand and will never agree.

Just when Leng Qingqing thought he would refuse, Huo Jingsen spoke in a low voice.

"I listen to her."

After Director Zhou left, Leng Qingqing had just turned around when the knock on the door rang again.

"Director Zhou, what's wrong——"

She turned back, thinking that Director Zhou had left something behind, such as a mobile phone and a coat. Unexpectedly, it was not Director Zhou who appeared outside the door, but Leng Feng.

Leng Qingqing frowned: "What are you doing here?"

Following his gaze, Director Zhou's back not far away was already far away.

Leng Feng chuckled: "Daughter, of course I'm here to visit my grandson. I heard that Hengheng is sick. How are you? Are you feeling better now?"

Leng Feng really came to see Hengheng and brought gifts, all of which were toys and snacks that children like.

But Leng Qingqing had no intention of letting him in.

She looked behind Leng Feng and found that he was the only one.

This is a bit strange.

With such a good thing, Xu Meijun will definitely come, but except for Leng Feng, there is really no one else outside the door.

In fact, Leng Qingqing guessed it right.

But she forgot one thing, Ellie was pregnant and needed to have a baby.

For the sake of the little grandson in her daughter's belly, Xu Meijun resolutely stayed in the Shen family to take care of the pregnant Ellie, so she could not come.

Leng Feng stood on tiptoes and kept looking into the hall: "Where is my grandson? Where is my son-in-law?" He looked like he was here to collect debts. Are you here to collect debt?

In the hall, Huo Jingsen raised his eyelids and looked over.

He was leaning against a black leather sofa. Although he was wearing home clothes, he still looked like a magazine pictorial taken by a financial tycoon in a financial magazine, sitting on a leather boss chair by the floor-to-ceiling window of a high-rise office.

Leng Feng was stunned and his pupils suddenly shrank. He recognized Huo Jingsen.