Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

In Xing's father's eyes, this woman Su Luobai is useless, not only can't help at work, but also has no value to use in the company.

If he couldn't be his son's helper, how could he let her hold back by Xing Kun's side?

Xing Kun's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Like Ling Xiaorou?"

He picked up the teacup slowly, looked at the piece of tea leaf floating on it, which had already been scalded by the hot water, and couldn't help but sneered, "You chose her out of thousands of choices, what kind of virtue is she now, Dad, look Woolen cloth?"

Xing's father choked on his chest, half-suffocated by his words, unable to utter a word, and glared at him angrily.

Ling Xiaorou was indeed the one who made the decision in consideration of the fact that the Xing family and the Ling family could be merged into one. The Ling family only has one daughter, and at that time, everything that belongs to the Ling family will become the property of the Xing family.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaorou would end up like this.

"This was an accident, but you, you can't be with Su Luobai!"

Father Xing frowned tightly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed out, his expression was solemn and serious, almost commanding tone.

Xing Kun glanced at Father Xing, who was staring and holding back his anger, and ignored his words. He put the teacup on the tea table, didn't take a sip, and didn't have the mood to drink it.

"She is not a useless woman. For me, she is the person I have identified in Xing Kun's life. I will not let go."

His words were not loud, but every word was loud.

Father Xing was already angry, and when he heard his resolute words, he immediately jumped up and pointed at him angrily, "How dare you! You are deliberately going against me, aren't you?"

He stood there glaringly, even the teacup on the table was lifted by him, and rolled down on the ground, making a rolling sound.

The atmosphere in the study was oppressive, and it felt like sparks were bouncing around, ready to explode at any moment.

"I just follow my heart. I don't want my marriage to always be tied to interests."

Xing Kun leaned over slightly, picked up the teacup that had rolled down at his feet, and put it on the coffee table, then looked directly at Father Xing, and slowly stood up with a stern expression on his face.

"Originally? Akun, I thought you've been running the Xing Corporation these years, and the business has flourished, so I already understood! The president of the Xing Corporation, who chooses to marry is not just a matter of profit? You have to do it for the grand plan Daye's self-awareness, when can't women find it?"

Xing's father propped his hands on the table, the veins on the back of his hands stood out, and his chest heaved violently with anger.

Suddenly, he slammed the newspaper on the table, "Look carefully! It's a good photo reality show, she messed it up, so I can't help you, at least it can't hold back the company, right?"

He pointed at the newspapers scattered on the ground, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, he was already so angry.

"On the board of directors, you still help her and take all the responsibilities. Have you lost your mind because of a woman? Huh?"

Xing Kun glanced at it lightly, but didn't pick it up to read. The newspaper could write anything for the sake of gimmicks and to attract the audience's attention.

Of course, someone must have told Father Xing about everything that happened on the board of directors, and it's not surprising that he knew about it.

"It has nothing to do with her."

Xing Kun stood in front of Xing's father, with the light coming in from the window on his side, he blocked most of it, standing against the light, which made his figure taller and taller, and the deep eyes under the eyebrows were calm , but the depth is bottomless, making people unpredictable.

"Are you still talking for her? Are you going to piss me off? I won't agree with you unless I die!"

Father Xing let go of his harsh words, he was used to being forceful, and when his son disobeyed his opinions, his anger rose a lot.

What's more, it was for a woman.

Xing Kun pursed his lips tightly, his eyes reflected the light outside the window, and his eyes fell on Xing's father, under the raised eyebrows, his eyes were cold, "In this case, we have nothing to talk about, I go first."

He said that he had already adjusted the hem of his suit, and before Father Xing could say anything, he lifted his foot and went straight out.

Seeing that he was going to leave, Father Xing wanted to keep him and let him stay at home for a meal, but when he got to the point of speaking, he was taken up by the anger just now, and he would keep his words for life. Swallowed it back.

A person fell down in the study room, staring angrily at the newspaper on the floor, wishing he could tear the newspaper to shreds!
Mother Xing had just prepared the food and brought it out. Seeing Xing Kun coming down the stairs with a tense and unsightly complexion, she hurried up to persuade her, "Don't be angry with your father. Your father is doing it for your own good. You just listen to me." Dad and Mom have cooked all the food, eat before leaving."

Xing Kun's deep eyes turned to Xing's mother, glanced at the dishes on the table, and lowered his eyes, "Mom, I won't break up with Luo Bai, the company has something else to do, I'll go first."

Mother Xing wanted to pull him, but she didn't. Looking at his back with a sad face, she sighed.

Xing Kun drove the car out of the old house, the steering wheel was bent, his hands were on the steering wheel, his lips were tightly pursed, he looked ahead, remembering what Su Luobai asked himself during the picnic that day, he felt agitated for no reason.

After driving for a certain distance, the car stopped suddenly, and he slapped the steering wheel with his palm, venting his frustration.

With one elbow propped on the steering wheel, his knuckle fingers were pinching the center of his brow, exhausted mentally.

Suddenly, the cell phone placed in the passenger seat vibrated.

He picked it up and took a look, it was a text message from Su Luobai.

"Remember to eat dinner, don't be hungry, you will have a stomachache."

Obviously it was the most common concern, Xing Kun's sore throat twitched slightly, and his thin lips were pursed even tighter.

When he came to the old house this time, he didn't tell her, but just said that he had something to do, that he might go back late, and let them have dinner first.

Quickly type a few words on the phone screen with your fingers and send them over.

"Okay, rest early."

Clutching the phone in his hand, he didn't dare to go back, fearing that Su Luobai, who had a keen mind, would find out something, so he thought about it, and called a friend.

"Hey, Young Master Xing, why are you free today?"

"It seems that I was still close to my girlfriend before, and I was rejected every time I called. Today is really rare!"

"Stop talking, Young Master Xing will beat you all to the ground!"

There were several people on the other end of the phone, their voices were noisy, and each of them was teasing Xing Kun.

Listen to the sound, and the sound of billiard balls colliding.

Xing Kun was not annoyed either, his voice was indifferent, "Where is it?"

"Where else can it be? The old place, are you coming?"

The man was just asking casually, after all, since Xing Kun had a girlfriend and a child, his life seemed to be derailed from them.

"Ah."

Unexpectedly, he suddenly responded, but he was a little caught off guard.