The big guy's little baby is too sweet

"You hate it." A warm current surged up in Li Ziyu's heart, and it touched the tip of his toe. He couldn't help biting his bare chest, and the small teeth marks were easily printed on his wheat-colored skin. superior.

He seldom speaks sweet words, but uses actions to prove his love for him.

I don't know what the wind is like today, my mouth is as sweet as honey, awkward and confident.

Probably seeing him crying made him feel uncomfortable.

"Are you sure?" It took a long time for Fu Ziming to stabilize his emotions. He raised his head and looked at the tearful old man in front of him, as well as Si Yunyou and Cheng Hanyu behind him, still in disbelief.

He was always overwhelmed by such a big surprise every time.

Si Yunyou came up, stretched out his long arms to wrap his arms around his waist, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "This time it's true."

With that said, he put a paternity test that just came out in his hand.

However, Tan Wenrong rubbed Fu Ziming's head lovingly, "This is actually not important anymore, Ziming, you are my son, and no one can change it."

Si Yunyou smiled lightly, "Yes, my father-in-law is getting old, so it's not suitable to stand for a long time, Ziming, let's invite my father-in-law to sit down?"

"Who is your father-in-law? Don't yell." Tan Wenrong looked disgusted, and the one who was bearded and stared at him obviously didn't intend to sell him so easily.

After all, his precious son cannot be married off so easily.

"Ziming, let's go, let's go in and cut the cake. Dad asked someone to prepare it for you." After saying that, he took Fu Ziming's hand, and the father and son entered the room talking and laughing.

Although their father and son knew each other a lot, Si Yunyou's help was also the warmth and love that his Fu family gave to Ziming's family after his father was missing for so many years, but he couldn't just recognize him so casually. That's how my precious son married him.

He has to be cherished.

"..." Si Yunyou was hurt internally.

That's enough.

However, for the sake of their acquaintance, he endured it first.

"Master..." Cheng Hanyu came over and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

The eyes couldn't hide the gloating.

"A single dog like you has the nerve to laugh at people?" Si Yunyou bared.

Cheng Hanyu, "..."

Who did he provoke?

After cutting the cake, two men who finished smoking came in.

Seeing Li Ziyu pulling Fu Ziming, he wanted to lie on it and chew on it, his mouth was full of cream and chocolate, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Even Tan Wenrong has become an old urchin, smiling happily.

"Zi Ming, I'm going to personally go to the imperial capital tomorrow to move your little father's tomb back to Hong Kong, and then, I..." Tan Wenrong blushed slightly, hesitating to ask for his opinion.

He was as nervous as a young boy in love.

Fu Ziming watched him smile softly, with tears in his eyes, and spoke for him, "Dad, do you want to marry him in?"

"I, I'm sorry for him, do you think he will forgive me?" Tan Wenrong's throat was hoarse, and his eyes were like torches, thinking of what happened to his beloved, he couldn't help crying.

"Yes, dad, little dad has been waiting for you all his life, don't let him wait any longer, he really loves you very much, he took me with him, maybe he didn't know where to find you, so he just waited and waited... ..." Fu Ziming broke down in tears.

In the end, I probably couldn't wait any longer and thought he was dead.

Therefore, even Fu Ziming is not wanted, so follow him to Huangquan.

"I'm sorry, Ziming, Dad was wrong, Dad is a big villain, and made you suffer." Tan Wenrong hugged him into his arms, wept bitterly, and fell into deep self-blame.

If he didn't have the so-called self-esteem, selfishness, and distrust of him, he wouldn't be where he is today.

Everything he suffered was his own fault, and the father and son were the most innocent victims.

Scarred by love.

He can't even give happiness to one, so what qualifications does he have to talk about love?

"No, Dad, we don't blame you, and little daddy won't blame you either. You go, he is waiting for you, and our family can finally be reunited." Fu Ziming wiped away his tears for him personally, and raised a smile Happy smile.

He also hated it.

However, at the moment when he knew that he made a will and was going to die.

Fu Ziming was relieved.

His father is old, he doesn't know how much time he can spend with him, and can make up for the love and companionship he lost in the first half of his life. He really doesn't want to leave any regrets.

"Okay, from now on, you will be the young master of the Tan family, my son of Tan Wenrong, and no one can bully you." Tan Wenrong glared triumphantly at the man who was about to come over and dominate his precious son.

Si Yunyou couldn't help but frowned, "Father-in-law, didn't you treat me very well before? Why did you suddenly change after we kissed each other? I'm in the imperial capital, and I have collected a lot of good wine. Let Cheng Hanyu Send it to you."

This is said full of sorrow, and by the way, it is tempting to offer it well.

Tan Wenrong glanced at him, disapproving, "Of course, from time to time, if you want to be a son-in-law, you should look like a son-in-law. Who cares about your jars of wine? If you want good wine, I will go to the Tan family."

"Yes, yes, my father-in-law is right. Your Tan family's villa manor is the top luxury. My son-in-law has traveled all over the world for so many years, but he has never seen such a vast mansion. My life is good, and I will live with my wife in the future." " Si Yunyou hastily poured wine and handed it over to Xiaojing to curry favor, and the flattery was crackling.

Even Cheng Hanyu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

I have never seen such a vast mansion in all my travels.

To say that the Fu family's thousand-acre mansion is useless, tsk tsk, master, this flattery is so powerful, why don't you go to heaven! ?

Let's all learn from it, talk about the strategy of pleasing the father-in-law.

"You..." Tan Wenrong was so angry that his face turned black.

Fu Ziming was also dumbfounded by him, and quickly tugged at his hand, complaining in a low voice, "Father is just worried that you treat me badly, so stop talking nonsense and anger him."

After finally meeting each other, he naturally felt sorry for his father.

I can also understand his eagerness to protect his son. It is precisely this that makes him truly understand what it feels like to be pampered and loved by his father.

"Then do you think I treat you well?" Si Yunyou put the goblet in his hand, sat down in front of Tan Wenrong, hugged him on his lap, and wanted to kiss him domineeringly, but still Resisting it, I only stretched out my hand to pluck the broken hair beside his ear affectionately, "In front of your father-in-law, tell him if I treat you well."

He was not at ease.

Want to mess with him.

This feeling is very awkward, like a child vying for favor.

But he just couldn't help it, couldn't help it...

"Don't make trouble..." Fu Ziming blushed completely, and gave him a soft look. He was about to be a father, and he was so childish.

Needless to say, as long as the onlookers have eyes, they can see how close the relationship between the two is and how good their relationship is.

Tan Wenrong saw it in his eyes, and his heart was sour and sweet.

It is more gratifying.

Nothing makes him happier than his son finding a good home.

However, it is unavoidable to feel sad and disappointed, after all, I just realized it, and I am about to get married, alas...

This is probably what all fathers in the world have a deep understanding of.

"By the way, Dad, brother..." Speaking of Tan Sijun, Fu Ziming inevitably felt a little guilty.

"He's fine, he's rough and thick, don't worry about him," Tan Wenrong waved his hands indifferently, looked around, with a serious expression, "The environment here is not bad, and it's suitable for you to continue your studies or inherit your family business. When dad brings your little dad's ashes back, you will go home together?"

Everyone had lunch together.

Cheng Hanyu personally sent Tan Wenrong away.

Before leaving, he took out a pure black card from his pocket, with dragon patterns carved on black jade, which looked quite luxurious.

Si Yunyou has seen this kind of card before, it is the default identity symbol of the upper class in Hong Kong, and this one carved with black jade dragon pattern obviously represents a kind of leader status.

I have to say that the old guy still has a lot of skills in Hong Kong. I don't know if he has reached the peak, but at least there is no problem with responding to everyone.

In other words, his wife can actually walk sideways in Hong Kong with this thing.

Well, the old guy is quite sincere.

"You take the Ziming card first, and you can go anywhere in Hong Kong unimpeded." Tan Wenrong put it in his hand.

Fu Ziming was unwilling to pick it up, "Dad, you better keep it, I don't need it even if I hold it."

"Stupid boy, what belongs to daddy is yours. Besides, no one in Hong Kong knows daddy. No one needs a card. Instead, it's you. Even if you don't need to play with it, it's fine." Tan Wenrong insisted on pushing it.

This is still a trivial matter.

In the future, the entire Tan family will belong to him and Jun'er.

"Are you happy?" Watching Tan Wenrong's car leave, Si Yunyou was finally able to hug him up without any scruples, kissing him whenever he wanted, and doing whatever he wanted.

"Well, thank you, young master." Fu Ziming put his arms around his neck, moved and ashamed.

"Young master, let your father hear, he must not beat me to death? Call me husband, understand?" Si Yunyou chuckled lightly, eyes full of doting.

"I don't want..." Fu Ziming looked away, humming and ignoring him deliberately.

That stubborn little face and reddish eyes softened the heart of this indestructible man no matter when and where. I can't help being annoyed.

He leaned over and bit his thin lips, dangerously, "Don't you? Say it again, huh?"

"It's really domineering..." Fu Ziming couldn't avoid it, so he could only let him kiss him thoroughly.

No one could see that Tan Fujun who was standing outside the door clenched his fists with both hands, and finally turned and left lonely.

The imperial capital at this time is a private villa bought by Tan Fujun.

Su Chen, who was locked up for a few days, felt like he was going crazy.

However, he couldn't move at all, he couldn't even walk out of the room, as long as he moved, someone would stare at him closely.