The big guy's little baby is too sweet

No one is not afraid of it!

He thought for a while, and couldn't help but say one more sentence, "You promise me that you won't pursue the past. I, I'm sorry for your father, and I'm sorry for you. I've made it up now. Please Get around me..."

Si Yunyou frowned, and said in a neutral tone, "As long as you are obedient, your benefits will naturally be indispensable."

This is the fulfillment of the promise to him.

"Thank you." Si Can let out a deep breath.

Even if he has a good relationship with this person, he dare not relax in the slightest.

I'm afraid that the next moment, I don't even know how I died.

Here, Si Yunyou hung up the phone, and in less than half a second, a tragic photo was sent to his mobile phone.

Si Yunyou opened it, and glanced at it casually, yes, it was Jiang Yunhan.

He threw the phone out with a snap, and placed it in front of the three men surnamed Gu, "Did you see that? This is called revenge."

"..." The three men shivered fiercely almost at the same time, especially when they saw this terrifying photo...

However, for Jiang Yunhan, a conscienceless bastard, it was really the reincarnation of heaven, the evil result of killing one's heart and soul.

Even Tan Wenrong and Tan Fu, who hated Jiang Yunhan deeply, couldn't help feeling shocked by his methods.

Such a method is enough to destroy anyone.

If they were able to kill so decisively back then, there would be no tragedy today.

This man seemed to be a born emperor, no one would not surrender.

Of course, for a villain like Jiang Yunhan who is extravagant and desperate, death is his greatest fear. As for who killed him, it may not be so important.

So for Tan Wenrong, who has been suppressed for more than 20 years and has deep hatred, it is still cheaper for Jiang Yunhan.

At this moment, he wished he could crush him to ashes.

"You..." Tan Wenrong snorted embarrassingly, inevitably a little embarrassed.

I really don't know where this guy got so many vile jokes, even the elders are mercilessly swearing, and even every word is sharp, sharp, and venomous, and you can't refute it.

"It's almost dawn, and Ziming is still outside, so I'll go first." Si Yunyou stood up, looking at the morning light coming in through the cracks in the curtains, the sky was already pale.

He couldn't wait to tell the fool outside, the good news.

"Give me some time to prepare, let me tell him about this, okay?" Tan Wenrong stood up, his tone was a bit tough, and he had never had a childish tone.

As if in an instant, he changed into a different person, from ashen ashes, to hale and hearty, radiant, and full of energy.

After hearing what he said, Si Yunyou stopped in his tracks, glanced at him with disgust, said a few words in his belly, and saw that the old guy was showing off...

But in the end, he was still patient and wanted him to hurry up, but before he could speak, Tan Yujun, who had been silent all night, finally asked, "If Ziming is your son, then who am I?"

He had a complicated feeling in his heart, an indescribable feeling, stuffy, and empty...

Tan Wenrong was slightly taken aback, not understanding why he suddenly asked this sentence, and concealed the emotion in his eyes well, "Jun'er, I..."

There are not many people who know his life experience, and now there is no one except Tan Fu.

As long as they don't, no one will tell him.

"Dad, before I came back, I did a DNA comparison with Ziming..." If he is your son, then who am I?

Tan Fujun looked at him, his eyes turned red, but he shouldn't have asked.

Anyway, with this man around, it's impossible for him to be with Ziming in this life, so it's okay to be one more younger brother.

However, he couldn't do it.

He saw his heart very clearly, and he didn't want to be his brother.

How Ke, he wants his own life experience, he has the right to know.

"Jun'er..." Tan Wenrong was stunned, he didn't expect this.

Si Yunyou was also stunned. He was only thinking about his wife just now, but he forgot about it.

No wonder Tan Sijun and Fu Ziming are not related by blood.

Dare to feel that he is not Mr. Tan's biological son at all.

It seems that the old guy is really affectionate, for one person, he never married in his life.

Otherwise, he would call it cheating in marriage.

However, Tan Wenrong obviously didn't intend to tell him the truth, and his tone was tougher and more serious than ever before, "Jun'er, you are my son and the only heir of the Tan family. You just need to remember this and you will be fine."

"Dad..." How could Tan Fujun be reconciled?

Maybe everyone is like this, and they have always been brooding about their own life experience.

It's fine if you don't know it at first, but once a crack appears, it's like a circle with a piece missing, and there's no way to complete it.

However, Tan Wenrong gave him a stern look and dared not say anything again.

He knew that if he didn't want to say something, no one could force it.

Just like in the past 20 years, he has inquired about his mother countless times, but he has never revealed a word.

Unexpectedly, it was Uncle Nian, the little father...

Si Yunyou understood his feelings at this time and wanted to surprise Ziming.

What's more, there is still no paternity test.

Although the result is basically [-]% certain.

However, it is better to wait for the results to come out.

Si Yunyou pushed the door open and went out.

Only then did he realize that Fu Ziming had fallen asleep lying on the sofa, with tears still on his handsome face.

"Master..." Cheng Hanyu walked over.

But was interrupted by Si Yunyou's "hush", he bent down and picked him up, and walked out.

He didn't see Tan Sijun behind him, and his eyes seemed to be broken, full of sadness.

The next day, Fu Ziming woke up.

The sun was a little dazzling, and he remembered that he fell asleep unconsciously last night.

Look around again.

The young master is not there either, this is the sea view presidential villa, the sea outside is rippling with blue waves, no one can be seen, the surroundings are surprisingly quiet, even the sea breeze and the turbulent waves have inexplicably become extremely gentle.

He turned over silently, cleaned up, changed into a white casual sweater casually, and walked downstairs slowly.

Who knows, when I reached the stairs, I heard a "bang" above my head, and the colorful salutes spread out like fireworks in front of my eyes, and the beautiful roses fluttered down one after another.

Fu Ziming was stunned, and before he realized what happened, he saw that the sofa in the living room downstairs was moved away at some point, and there was a huge cake in the middle, with a snow-white little prince carved on it, surrounded by castles The same carvings are full of roses of different colors, each blooming just right, and there are many butterflies dancing on it, full of fragrance.

How is this going?

Fu Ziming was confused.

Does anyone have a birthday?

It wasn't him. Although he didn't remember too much about his childhood, the head of the orphanage celebrated his birthday in August before, and it was the same with Fu's family for so many years.

Fu Ziming walked down quickly, wanting to bypass the cake and go out to see what happened.

However, at this moment, the music sounded, it turned out to be "Father", and the gentle melody reverberated in the room.

Fu Ziming froze, when the touching lyrics, he instantly broke his guard, covered his mouth and his eyes were red.

At this moment, Tan Wenrong, who was wearing a formal suit and holding tulips in his hands, walked in among the people who had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, even his shining eyes, he walked towards him step by step with a gentleness and kindness that he had never seen before.

"You..." Fu Ziming choked with sobs, he couldn't speak a word except tears.

father, father...

This is his dad!

"Ziming, Dad is back." Tan Wenrong opened his arms to him, tears streaming down his face, "I'm sorry, Dad came late and made you suffer."

"Dad..." Fu Ziming still couldn't believe it was true.

The difficult title came from the depths of his throat, and the whole person was in a daze, as if he was dreaming.

"Son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Tan Wenrong broke down in tears, and the three consecutive sorrys made Fu Ziming's remaining will completely collapsed.

He couldn't control it anymore, rushed over, and bumped into his generous and warm embrace, which he had fantasized about countless times, crying uncontrollably, while shouting this touching title, crying like a child, "Dad, Is it really you, is it really you? I am not dreaming..."

"Yes, son, daddy is sorry for you and your little daddy, my baby, I'm sorry, daddy was wrong..." Tan Wenrong patted him on the back with a big palm, tears streaming down his face.

The people at the scene couldn't help but get red-eyed.

Especially the words "my baby" made Li Ziyu, who came here with Fu Yunli, cry tears all over his face.

So touching!

Although he has daddy and daddy comparison, he is still very moved,

"You are my baby too." Seeing him crying, Fu Yunli couldn't stand it, and forced her into his arms, whispering something awkwardly in his ear.

"No, you always bully others and don't love them at all, that's my daddy." Li Ziyu raised his head, sucked his red nose, and couldn't help asking.

"It's different." Fu Yunli frowned.

"However, you can also treat me as your father, and call me father at night." Fu Yunli's face darkened, and he blurted out coldly.

Li Ziyu was stunned, raised his tearful eyes and looked at him foolishly, then smiled through his tears, and flung himself into his arms coquettishly, "Are you perverted? Who wants you to be my father..."

"Then what are you doing?" Fu Yunli lowered his head, buried his handsome face in his white and soft neck, muttered lazily while sucking his little earlobe.

"Brother..." Li Ziyu flinched sensitively, feeling uncomfortable because of him.

He was shy with so many people watching.

"What else?" He was dissatisfied, and continued to gnaw, leaving some red marks under his neck.

Li Ziyu couldn't take it anymore, blushing, and blurted out in a low voice, "A man?"

"Isn't it your husband?" Fu Yunli raised his head in satisfaction, speaking boldly.