He secretly changed his character

Lu Zichu glanced at him lazily and said, "The appendix was removed."

Fei Mingze looked at him, obviously doubtful, "Your appendix is ​​on the left?"

Lu Zichu knew that most people's appendix was on the right side, but it was not ruled out that some people's appendix was on the left side.

However, he didn't tell the truth. This was indeed not the scar of appendectomy. It was Chu Lanxi's masterpiece. He just didn't want to mention it again. So he just said, "The location of the appendix varies from person to person. Most of them are in the right lower abdomen, but some people's appendix is ​​in the left lower abdomen."

Although these words were authoritative, they could not convince Fei Mingze. His sixth sense told him that Lu Zichu had lied.

In fact, when he met Chu Lanxi just now, his behavior was a little abnormal. He seemed to be a little worried that he would have a grudge against him and wanted to make peace.

Fei Mingze asked, "Are you and Chu Lanxi at odds?"

"That's it."

"When?"

"It's six or seven years old."

"For what exactly?"

Lu Zichu didn't want to say more and changed the subject abruptly, "Let's not talk about this anymore. It will ruin your mood. Your dad is looking for you, so go now."

Seeing that Lu Zichu was unwilling to say anything, Fei Mingze had no choice but to give up and go find Fei Jingwen.

Fei Jingwen sat in the study, smoking one cigar after another, and the room was filled with smoke.

As soon as Fei Mingze walked in, he heard his gloomy voice, "Have you made up your mind? It has to be him?"

"Yes."

"Which way?"

"Openly."

"Nonsense!" Fei Jingwen pressed his cigar hard into the ashtray. "If you like, just play with it in private. There can't be any stain on the heir of the Fei family!"

"Dad, I'm your son. No one knows a son better than his father. Do you think I might be playing around in private?"

Fei Jingwen stopped talking, his face looking extremely gloomy.

"I have accomplished the mission of carrying on the family line brilliantly. I should be free to choose my own life, right?"

This made Fei Jingwen's temper less stubborn, "So what are your plans?"

"When he agrees, we will get married abroad."

"What if he disagrees?"

"There is no need to question my charm. It's just a matter of time before you agree. Anyway, I only have one thing to say, he will definitely enter our Fei family." Fei Mingze put his hands on the desk and looked at him across the table. "Besides that - Dad, I'll tell you a reason why you must accept him."

"That means your wings have hardened, you little bastard."

"He is the 'Son of God'."

Fei Jingwen's expression changed immediately, and he sat up straight subconsciously. He seemed to think he was hallucinating. "What? What did you say he was?"

Fei Mingze spoke very carefully, word by word, "I said, he - Lu Zichu, is the 'Holy Son'."

Fei Jingwen suddenly became extremely excited, at a loss, and full of piety, like a mortal who saw a miracle coming, "Is it... really true?"

"Ah."

"I always thought it was just your imaginary hypothesis."

“I originally thought it didn’t exist.”

"When did you know that?"

"A year ago, so I came back."

"Such a big thing, and you have kept it secret until now?"

"This is a serious matter. It not only concerns the survival of the entire Fei family, but is also closely related to the progress of the entire human race. The fewer people who know about it, the safer he will be."

"I am your father."

"So I told you anyway."

"What about you? Why didn't you just use this bargaining chip to negotiate with me when you first came? You should know that if you said this at the beginning, my agreement rate would be 100%."

"I hope you accept Zichu as a family member, not as a savior. In other words, I hope that the only thing he and I can talk about is love."

When Fei Jingwen heard this, he suddenly felt a little sad without realizing it. "I can tell that you care about him a lot."

"I can tell you're jealous."

Fei Jingwen smiled and waved his hand.

"As you get older, you should go to bed earlier. Stop staying up late."

"Your father is only fifty. How old is he?"

Fei Mingze smiled. "Look at your spirit. You are still as ambitious as a 20-year-old boy. Also, don't smoke so many cigars."

"It's because I have a son who is not very successful."

"Nothing? A dual-degree master from Cambridge, and the dean of the Graduate School of CAS Xialongcheng University. If this is considered nothing, then what else do you want?"

"What about the family business?"

"You can give some to Mingzhe. Uncle will probably be very happy."

"Don't I, Fei Jingwen, have a son myself?"

"Yes, from now on, there is one more. You can leave it to Zichu. I have to stay in the research institute of Longcheng University for academic research on weekdays, so I am too busy to take care of him. Besides, I think he is better at business matters."

Fei Jingwen said with emotion, "The Lu family under his name is very powerful. If it weren't for the fact that the field they are involved in is different from ours, you would have been defeated by a newborn calf like him."

"Look, your son has good taste, right?"

"You little bastard, you're always showing off." Fei Jingwen was a little bored, "Go back."

Fei Mingze negotiated the matter and returned. It took too long and he was worried about Lu Zichu.

When I got back to the room, he was not in bed but on the terrace.

He was naked, wearing only his underwear, standing at the carved railing, reaching for something outside.

"It's already half past eleven, why aren't you asleep yet? You're not even wearing any clothes, what are you doing? Be careful not to fall down."

Outside, the autumn wind was howling. The leaves of the sycamore trees not far away were rustling. In the distance, there was a waning moon and two lonely stars.

Lu Zichu turned around and found osmanthus flowers as big as rice grains in his palm, which were extremely sweet and tempting.

"want to."

"Osmanthus fragrans?"

"Ah."

Fei Mingze took out his pajamas and put them on him, "Come back to sleep."

"No, I want it."

"Then tell me first, what do you want them for?"

"Take some honey and pickle it, and make tea with it later."

“There are dried osmanthus flowers for sale.”

"I don't have any money. And if I don't want the free stuff, why would I spend money to buy it? Am I stupid?"

"I'll buy you a box tomorrow."

"They sell dried ones, I just want this fresh one."

"How long are you going to finish picking like this? I'll go down and spread out some clean napkins. The osmanthus flowers will be blown down by the wind. The ones that fall tomorrow morning will be enough."

Fei Mingze pulled Lu Zichu back to bed and said, "Let's go to bed today."

He took the quilt and covered him with it, then suddenly looked at his lower abdomen again. He could see that Lu Zichu was a little confused, so he thought of asking another question.

"The scar here—is it related to a person?"

Lu Zichu was a little tired. He yawned and said vaguely, "I guess so."

Fei Mingze's eyes darkened, "Who is it?"

"Jiang Tunan, that little bastard."

Jiang Tunan...could he be my boyfriend?

"What about Zhao Xiaotang? Do you still like her?"

"I like... like her... go--"

dead!

But this word got stuck in his throat, and he fell asleep.

Fei Mingze covered Lu Zichu with a blanket. The light in his eyes was like a cigarette, burning inch by inch into ashes and then going out.