I quietly watch you play

The first official meeting of the two families was about a week later, and the schedule was tight. Everyone must be eager to uncover the mystery.

This week, I didn’t do anything, I didn’t go on a leisure trip with Zhou Lei, I didn’t attend the party in the Valley of the Wicked, I didn’t take the initiative to contact anyone, and I didn’t even draw a piece of work that was not torn or deleted in the end.

He spends most of his time in a daze in the basement studio of the villa, watching Xiaoqi toss back and forth, bathing it, grooming it, feeding it, and cooking cat food when the cat food runs out.

So when he got the address and specific time of the restaurant where the two parties met, Zhou Wei's first reaction was, oh, I'm really hungry, I should go over and have a good meal.

Zhou Wei took a shower, put on a clean shirt and trousers, and stood in front of the mirror only to realize that he was wearing all black. This dress was not like going to meet his biological parents, but more like visiting a grave.He's too lazy to change it, so be it.

It's time to cut the hair too, the bangs are down and the brows are a bit obtrusive, let's do this first, he is too lazy to cut it.

Fortunately, the foundation is good, except that the skin is too pale after not seeing the sun for a long time, it can still be seen after casually grooming.

He is going to meet the benefactors who gave him such a good skin today. To be honest, if the appearance of his fake is a little wrong, maybe the Zhou family has already realized the truth.

No. [-] Fontaine Road, this is the meeting place, a super five-star old state hotel.

Zhou Wei knew it was Ji Qing's handwriting at a glance. This kind of place that laymen can't afford at first glance is located in the most prosperous commercial and financial core area in the center of Danyang. Most of the guests are foreign political and business guests. Miscellaneous hair, very bluffing, but all the dishes are good-looking or not.

"Don't really be an Arabian royal family, right?" Zhou Wei twitched the corners of his mouth in the mirror mockingly, feeling that the smile was not very good, so he set the tone for today's character set: high and cold.

He took the key out, only to realize that he forgot to remove the apartment key and return it to Jiang Xiaoqi, so let's do this first, anyway, he can't find anyone for a while.

Zhou Wei was thinking about whether it was spineless to drive someone else's car at the moment, and it was too far to walk to that ghostly place, so he saw the group of people poking at the opposite side waiting for him, and behind him was his car that was basically nothing but the shell. Fully modified, except for the black Volkswagen that Koenigsegg can basically catch up with.

Ah, this guy probably doesn't know yet, Zhou Wei is a fake kidnapped not only can't get the ransom, but also eats and drinks at the risk of losing his head, there is really no need for protection.

In view of his laziness, Zhou Wei got into the car and let the group of people close the door for him as a habit, it doesn't matter the last time.

"I know it all," before the engine roared, the group popped out a sentence, "..."

Zhou Wei saw his lips moving in the rearview mirror, but there was no sound in the second half of the sentence. It was supposed to be a comforting word for him, but this kind of thing is purely bad luck brought out of the mother's womb, and there is really no way to comfort him.

That's not right, maybe the real Young Master Zhou is a little more unlucky than him, unless the other party is really the Arabian royal family.

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Zhou Wei passed by on time, but he didn't expect that he was the last one to arrive. It was a bit embarrassing, and the whole room was waiting for him.

It's not the Arabian royal family. Zhou Wei glanced at the strange faces that occupy half of the country. I don't know whether it's a pity or a blessing. Anyway, Pei Qin's Arabian curse has been broken.

Zhou Chen is a tall elder, so he naturally sat at the head of the ten-person table.On his right are Zhou Shuzhi, Ji Qing and Zhou Lei; on his left are a middle-aged man, a middle-aged woman, a young woman, a young man 1 and a young man 2.

When Zhou Wei appeared, the conversation in the room froze instantly, and everyone stretched their necks like a goose to look over, especially the half of his completely unfamiliar face.

The middle-aged woman among them was thin and thin, fine wrinkles could be seen on her plain face, and her eyes were already a little red and swollen.

When Zhou Wei saw her staring at him, the eye circles overflowed with water, and suddenly there was a fear in his heart similar to "near-native feeling". The "who is she" link in the logic chain was stuck, and he was a little worried that the other party would They will rush over like the parties in some family-hunting programs, hugging themselves and crying loudly.

"Xiao Wei," fortunately Zhou Chen interrupted the woman's simmering emotions in time, she lifted her butt off the chair and then fell back, seeming to obey Zhou Chen's majesty, with restrained timidity.

Zhou Chen waved to him: "Xiao Wei, come and sit down, I'll wait for you."

The table on the big table with rosewood was turning slowly, and Zhou Wei felt that all of them were sitting in a circle, and they happened to have no place for themselves, and they looked at him more like they were looking at a dish.

At this time, Zhou Lei pulled the chair reserved for Zhou Wei towards him with a little disgust, so there was a clear distance between him and the young man 2 on the chair next to him.

Zhou Wei walked over to sit down, glanced casually at the male 2 on the right, and instantly realized some irrefutable fact that this was his father's son.

Although his back is a little unconfidently stooped, his hairstyle and clothes look deliberately solemn, and his expression is tense, but... his skin color is so similar to Zhou Lei's, and the curvature of their eye ends is like a stroke, even if his hair is scratched You can also see the rough texture and a little self-curvature after applying the pomade.

and so……

"Brother," Zhou Lei suddenly shattered his nightmare, "What are you drinking?"

"Bar," Zhou Wei saw Guojiao 1573 on the table.

Zhou Lei poured him a glass of green mango pear juice noncommittally.

Zhou Chen led all the Zhou family members to stand up, and the other side quickly followed suit.While toasting respectfully and decently, while respectfully flattering.

"It's both regret and fate," Zhou Chen said slowly, with the convincing persuasion and oppression of the superior, "The Chen family and his wife have worked hard for so many years, and raised Zhanfei so well..."

Zhou Wei thought, oh, so their surname is Chen, so I should also be surnamed Chen... That man 2 is called Chen Zhanfei, no, he should be Zhou Zhanfei...

Zhou Chen's words were very sincere, and a brief summary is: our two families were very unlucky when we got the child wrong, but the matter has come to this point and there is no other way.Fortunately, the children have all grown up safely now, and 20 years old is not the age to be taken care of by family members. What they need most now is not food and water, homework tutoring, but future life development. To put it bluntly, money , Give resources.It just so happens that the Zhou family has both, so the children raised by your family belong to our family, and the children raised by our family belong to our family.

Zhou Lei glanced at Zhou Wei, as if to say, look, don’t think you’ll be free from now on, you won’t be able to be Pei Chuan or someone else in this life, you can only continue to be your foolish Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei's eyes fell on the middle-aged man. He sat quietly beside Zhou Chen and listened to him, and his reaction was very indifferent. Zhou Wei was even a little worried that he might not really understand Zhou Chen's twists and turns. The implication was, otherwise he would not have nodded in catering, and even raised his wine glass to salute Zhou Chen.

He looks about fifty years old, not necessarily older than Zhou Shuzhi, but sitting on both sides of Zhou Chen is more like Zhou Chen's generation.

The man is of medium build, with unhealthy slack skin, but the arms with shirt cuffs exposed are very strong, the knuckles are thick and covered with calluses, and the nails are worn short and bald, like manual workers.

He seemed to have a good drinker, able to down half a glass in one gulp.

This is my father, in the biological sense, Zhou Wei thinks, we don't look alike.

He is probably more like that woman, his biological mother, a little more, with slender bones and a thin figure, blurring the marks honed by the years, she is a delicate woman.

At this time, the mother was looking sideways at the male 2 across the other two children, pointing at the steamed guppy fish that was about to be transferred to the male 2 with chopsticks and reminded him in a low voice: "Xiao Jin, you like this, how much do you eat?" eat some..."

The young woman beside her immediately interrupted her with an impatient and undisguised voice: "Oh my mother! I'm already the young master of the Zhou family, what's the difference between this fish, you don't want to lose face!"

As a result, Father Chen next to the two of them said, "Go home and close the door to quarrel! I'm going to lose my face!", and the women fell silent instantly.

Zhou Lei took a sip from his wine glass in disgust.

At this moment, Ji Qing stood up coquettishly, her exquisite figure wrapped in a stone blue cheongsam with a hollow neckline, and the lustrous jadeite on her wrist warmed the color of the wine.She smiled and said to Chen's mother: "I have to toast to my sister. Only women understand women's hard work best. It is really not easy for you to hold these three children together!"

Chen's mother stood up holding the juice glass in both hands, almost knocking over the chair: "No, no, it should be... I also respect Mrs. Zhou... I, Xiao Jin, please ask Xiao Jin from now on..." Her eye circles were bloodshot again, and she hurriedly laughed Trying to cover it up, he twisted into a sad and weird expression.

Zhou Wei noticed that the male 2 next to him lowered his head, and seemed a little annoyed that this woman kept mentioning him, and she seemed so embarrassed and contrived.

"Don't worry about that," Ji Qing said, "I have raised two boys too. Take a look at your little Wei, is she well taken care of by me?" "Zhou, oh Zhanfei, then But the eldest grandson of our Zhou family! Whoever treats him badly, I will be the first to say no! My grandfather also loves his grandchildren the most, and Xiao Wei has always spoiled his eldest son and grandson, who doesn’t love them? Life is the same... "

Clap, Zhou Lei put down his chopsticks, and tapped Next Zhou Wei's arm: "Come out."

Zhou Wei really couldn't listen anymore, turned around and followed him out of the private room.

Ji Qing's meaning couldn't be more obvious, Zhou Wei is the eldest son of the Chen family, there is no reason not to throw the eldest son to someone else's family, the Chen family and his wife are asked to take this big gift package back quickly, exchange one for another, and don't take advantage of anyone else.

The two walked into the bathroom, Zhou Wei stood by the sink and lit a cigarette.

Zhou Lei washed his face with water, took a hot towel and wiped it off: "Are you still living at Dan University?"

Zhou Wei nodded.

"I heard that Jiang Xiaoqi went to the United States and went to the same school as Yu Yuan, Cornell."

Zhou Wei's fingertips twitched, his lips paled a little, he said that he accompanied Jiang Zhen to the surgery and treatment, and for a year...study?

"Really?" He heard his own voice trembling a little.

"You Lai said that Dan University has canceled its student status." After Zhou Lei took the exam, he had more contact with his peers in the family, which was also intentional by his grandfather. "He is not that simple. It is not enough to be willing to be a designer." Now, who in the Jiang family is bleeding panda blood is not a werewolf? Even You Ting is." "You come home, I... brother!"

Zhou Wei suddenly bowed his waist, lay down by the pool and retched, he hadn't eaten for a long time, he couldn't vomit anything, all he vomited was sour and bitter gastric juice.

The jade-colored fingertips pinched out the open flame of the cigarette end, and the burning pain burned from the nerve endings all the way to the heart.

Jiang Xiaoqi, are you really lying to me?I'm leaving a long time ago, right?

The author has something to say:

Hey chirp, hey chirp... Actively exercising when closing the small black house, the crematorium you arranged for me, the author, it doesn't matter, even if you arrange a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, I will chase my wife back!