The big guy's little baby is too sweet

"What do you mean?" Su Chen was furious.

"You don't even know what it means? You still have the nerve to play tricks here? Idiot, haha..." Tan Fujun pulled the corners of his lips coldly.

Rumor has it that he is a gentle and handsome son-in-law.

But I didn't expect that there would be such a cold and scary time.

He pinched his chin tightly, lowered his head and looked down at him condescendingly, a sneer flashed in his eyes, "Just like you, you want to compare with your brother? Don't think too much, come with me, go tell Ziming I know exactly what evil you are hiding."

Tan Fujun is not stupid, not to mention that during this period of time, his subordinates have already investigated Fu Ziming's affairs thoroughly, and they have also seen through Su Chen's careful thinking.

Not to mention that he knew what was going on when he heard Uncle Fu call him Ziming just now.

"What are you doing? Let me go, I won't go..." Su Chen's face turned pale, this time he was really frightened, and quickly used both hands and feet to hug the elevator handrail, refusing to go out desperately.

"No?" How can Tan Fujun be kind and soft?

However, looking at Su Chen's face that looked exactly like Fu Ziming's, which was pale with fear at the moment, he was in a trance for a moment.

Especially those tear-filled eyes, so pitiful.

It aroused the sadistic desire in the man's heart, as well as the bloodthirsty impulse.

Since you can't get that person, it's good to have a substitute!

However, he hadn't had time to think about it.

"Young master, the master refused to listen to the persuasion and insisted on leaving the hospital. You should go and have a look..." At this moment, the bodyguard rushed over in a hurry.

"What?" Tan Fujun was taken aback, let go of Su Chen's hand, and was about to rush back.

Just when Su Chen thought he had escaped a catastrophe, he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Bring him back, take care of him, and don't let him go without my order." Tan Fujun looked at him sideways and ordered coldly.

Su Chen was shocked, "What are you doing? You can't do this..."

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, the tall and mighty bodyguard dragged him out immediately.

"You let me go..." Su Chen went crazy and struggled desperately, but it was useless.

Tan Fujun was as cold as ice, "Gag his mouth."

"Yes." The bodyguard followed suit without saying a word.

Su Chen's face turned pale with anger.

When Tan Fujun rushed back to the ward, Tan Wenrong was still discharged.

……

"Master, the result is out."

Tan Wenrong, who had just been discharged from the hospital and returned to the Tan family's mansion in the imperial capital, soon received news from the hospital.

Tan Fu had already opened it without authorization, and the inspection results inside were clear at a glance.

He shook his head at Tan Wenrong who turned around, his old face couldn't hide his disappointment, and he also sighed for a long time.

Tan Wenrong's eyes were complicated. Even though he was prepared and used to seeing strong winds and waves, he still couldn't resist the strong disappointment in his heart. His body shook and he almost couldn't stand still.

"Master..." Tan Fu quickly ran up and helped him to sit on the sofa.

"I'm fine." Tan Wenrong suppressed the fishy sweetness in his heart, pushed his hand away, tore up the paternity test report, and threw it into the trash, "Since it's not, don't let anyone know about it." I see, it will have a bad impact on Ziming's reputation."

"Yes." Tan Fu agreed without saying a word.

The master likes it, all the bitterness and tears are swallowed in his stomach, and the wound is allowed to rot, and he has never mentioned it to anyone.

"Don't tell Jun'er either..." Tan Wenrong covered his blood-soaked chest with his trembling hands, trying to finish what he had said in his heart.

All of them, after he arranges all the funeral affairs, they can be buried with him.

Jun'er is the only heir of his Tan family.

Tan Fu, who had been with him for most of his life, heard something unusual, and was inevitably startled secretly, "Master..."

"Come with me to worship him tomorrow." When he said these words, he felt that his heart was at peace that he had never felt before.

He finally had the courage to go meet him.

But, never expected, it is Yin and Yang separated.

Year after year, in the first half of your life, you didn't wait for me, and in the second half of your life, I won't let you wait too long.

Unknowingly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Ming's eyes were like a clear sky.

"Okay." Tan Fu was terrified when he heard it, and he was even more helpless looking at his expression.

Lord he...

No!

Thinking of this possibility, he felt a heart-pounding pain go through his whole body.

After watching Tan Wenrong go upstairs, he picked up the scraps of paper in the trash can, turned around and closed the door, and walked out with heavy steps.

This conscientious and loyal old housekeeper could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, and squatted in front of the door like a child, weeping silently.

Why is his master dying, but a beast like Jiang Yunhan can live well?

For the sake of Mr. Su's two children, the master once again gave up the chance of revenge, didn't he?

No, he is going to kill that beast that is not as good as a beast!

Tan Fu wiped away his tears, and there was a trace of Xiao Sha one in his eyes.

Back then, when he was young, when he was fighting bloody battles in the mall, he was also a right-hand man who was decisive in killing.

If it weren't for Su Nianhua, ten Jiang's cliques and a hundred Jiang Yunhan would not be a problem to him.

This time, he could no longer listen to the master.

Ziming's brother, without Jiang Yunhan, can inherit the shares of Jiang's family and live well.

Why hurt yourself and make your enemies happy?

"Uncle Fu, what's the matter with you? Where's my dad?" Tan Fujun rushed back and jumped when he saw the old butler squatting on the ground crying.

"Oh, the young master is back, it's all right..." Thinking of his master's words, Tan Fu hurriedly turned his back to wipe away his tears, and gave him a shy smile.

Without a trace, he hid the trash can in his hand behind his back.

"Is there something wrong with my dad?" Tan Fujun was flustered, his gaze swept across the dim living room through the half-closed door, and finally landed in the trash basket that he was trying to hide.

There was a gloomy look in his eyes.

It seems that this bitch Su Chen's scheme has succeeded?

"It's okay, the master is inside. I just drank twice as much ginseng tea and I'm going to sleep. You can go in." Tan Fu forced a smile and bowed to him.

Tan Fujun waved his hand and strode in.

He stopped by the sofa, his blurred eyes instantly became clear, under the dim floor lamp, they were unusually bright, fixedly staring at the carpet not far from his feet.

There fell a piece of paper that slipped through the net.

He threw the suit to his left hand, bent down to pick it up, and it happened to be the letter on that piece that read, DNA!

These letters were like a piece of hot iron, which made his plump fingertips ache, and the piece of paper fell to the ground.

It turned out to be in the garbage bag that Uncle Fu cleaned up, although he couldn't see it.

But it is enough to prove the fact that Dad secretly conducted a paternity test with Su Chen.

Although he knew that Su Chen was a fake Fu Ziming, he definitely couldn't do anything.

But it is also certain that between his father and Uncle Nian, and between him and Ziming...

Really...is there a relationship?

Tan Fujun's handsome brows were frowned, thinking that that handsome face might be his younger brother, his own younger brother, he couldn't resist the tightness of his breath.

It was as if someone had sharpened his blood with a blunt knife.

Let him sit down on the sofa in an instant.

Ziming, if this is the case, do I have a reason to see you openly, protect you, and love you?

But why is it so uncomfortable?

Tan Fujun clenched his hands into fists and smiled wryly. He has been here for so many days, but he doesn't even have the courage to meet him.

Except driving the car, wandering around where he might be, but just took a quick glance at him on the day he went to the company, and saw him in the arms of that man with his own eyes, smiling like a flower.

He thought he thought clearly and didn't care, but the more depressed he became, the crazier he became...

Even now, despair!

I have imagined countless scenes of getting along with him, but I never imagined that one day lovers will eventually become brothers, which will happen to him.

Bloody, even guarding, may become a sin...

Tan Fujun picked up the piece of paper on the ground again and crushed it in his palm.

Looking up at the light coming from the crack of the upstairs door, he couldn't bear the fluctuation in his heart after all, and walked up with heavy steps.

Pushing open the half-closed door, he saw the old man who was supposed to be radiant, but at this moment he was sitting in front of the desk with his hands on his forehead, his eyes were empty, and he was completely lonely.

"Father..." Tan Fujun's heart skipped a beat, and he walked up to him quickly.

"Oh, Jun'er is back." Tan Wenrong came back to his senses, seeing him, quickly suppressed the emotion in his eyes, put away the pocket watch in his hand, and straightened his stiff waist.

"Father, are you alright?" After seeing him for a moment, he returned to his previous expression. If he hadn't seen the grief-stricken expression just now, Tan Yujun would have thought it was his own illusion.

Tan Wenrong waved his hand and motioned him to sit down, "Tomorrow I will pay homage to an old friend. After that, you can come back to Hong Kong with me. I will leave the matter here to your assistant for the time being."

"Is it my father?" Tan Fujun couldn't help but blurted out.

These words have been held in his heart for a long time.

Tonight, he needs an answer...

"Jun'er..." Tan Wenrong was taken aback for a moment, caught off guard that he would ask this question, and was momentarily at a loss.

It wasn't until he met his burning and stubborn eyes that he realized that this child had grown up.

When I was brought back in the arms, I was only so small, crying and screaming, and the scene of wanting my parents is still vivid in my memory.

"Dad, is that my baby daddy?" Tan Fujun stared at him firmly, with complicated emotions in his deep eyes.

He didn't know whether he should look forward to it or be afraid!

But he needed an answer, an exact answer.

Tan Wenrong looked at him, shook his head slightly, but said firmly, "No."

Tan Fujun let out a sigh of relief, a little thankful and a little disappointed, but he chose to ignore it.

Immediately afterwards, he wiped his handsome face with his broad palm, holding his breath, "Is that Ziming my younger brother?"