Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Wesley put down the pen in his hand, and the pen made a clattering sound, stopping in his ears as if sparks burst out.

A sharp steel knife shot at him, extremely cold, "I remember I told you not to be smart, I know what you are thinking about in your head than you are!"

"I don't understand what my father meant."

The thin-faced man pushed Wesley to Lu Zhiang's face. Wesley made a sudden move and punched Lu Zhiang's face.

boom!

There was a sound.

Lu Zhiang staggered two steps after he was beaten. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His bangs raised his head messily, his eyes were dull and unclear, but there was no change in expression on Jun's face. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips and asked indifferently. "Father, what did I do wrong?"

"You know what you did wrong!" Wesley doesn't wait to see his unsalty or indifferent look, and he has no respect for his biological father at all!

His eyes were cold, his fists were put away, and his voice revealed murderous intent, "I have told you many times, don't think that you are my son and I won't move you! You annoyed me and killed me. You are as easy as killing an ant!"

"What did I do wrong, my father wanted to kill me?" Lu Zhiang raised his head and looked at him, his handsome face showed no fear at all, as if he really didn't do anything.

"Huh, you should pretend to me! Do you dare to say that you and Li Beijue are not secretly colluding?"

"Why should I collude with Mr. Li? I am your only son. Everything about you in the future will be mine. I don't have a problem with my brain. How much benefit he has to give me to exceed your inheritance."

"..." Wesley stared into his eyes for a few seconds, as if examining him, the air was full of swordsmanship.

Lu Zhiang was very calm and let him watch, his face expressionless all the time.

Until Wesley looked away, he still maintained a cold expression. Wesley eased his anger a little, "It's good if you know this!"

"I have always been very clear." Lu Zhiang refused to give up.

Wesley's eyes were cold, as if there was no human emotion. He glanced at him. He clearly believed what he said, but he did not apologize for the punch that just hit him. He motioned to the thin man behind him to push him away, with a calm tone. A little questioning, "Who asked you to hold a press conference?"

"I just think it is not good for Xinghao to keep the public opinion going on. Instead of passively making the outsiders more suspicious of us, we should take the initiative to clarify and at least show the appearance." This reason is also that he persuaded Xinghao's senior management to agree to a press release. The reason for the meeting.

Sure enough, Wesley's expression was still ill, but it looked better, "Stupid!"

"Fortunately, you still read the book, and you read it all! That's why I said that reading is useless, and what I read is all idiots!"

He cursed unceremoniously and said, "Whether Xinghao will go bankrupt or not has nothing to do with you. If you go bankrupt, you will go bankrupt. You run out to respond and the heat is coming up again, and then it will hurt the Osman Group. By the way, how are you going to solve it?"

"..." Lu Zhiang lowered his head.

At this moment, the secretary suddenly hurriedly knocked on the door and came in, leaning in his ears not knowing what was said. Wesley's face suddenly became hard to see the extreme, and he slammed the wheelchair armrest, "Li Beijue!"