Don't look at me, I'm not perfect

It turned out that the old gentleman still remembered that he had a son.

"Uncle Ji."

Ji Kaiyuan raised his head when he heard the words, and smiled when he saw Song Tingzong: "I took the liberty of not disturbing you by coming here, right?"

158. Extra Story [-]

"Uncle Ji is an elder, so why would it be an interruption if you come to see me?" Song Tingzong sat down opposite Ji Kaiyuan, with a serious face on his face, trying to curry favor with his father-in-law-to-be.

Ji Kaiyuan has a good impression of the heir of the Song family, and apart from his wife, there is almost nothing that Mr. Ji can use his brain to think about. Even his own son can be said to be raised by others. After raising him, basically don't have any high expectations for such a father.

But Ji Qinian didn't say anything, in fact, he still relied on Ji Kaiyuan as his father in his heart. The Song family was not a place of blood ties to him. Even if Song Tingzong liked him, it couldn't replace his family in his heart.

So what can Mr. Song do?

Of course, it can only be used for this incomprehensible old man.

However, Ji Kaiyuan didn't know anything about the relationship between them. He would come here today because his elder son rarely asks him for something.

After so many years, he neglected his son because he was immersed in the grief of his wife's disappearance. When he looked back, his son was no longer the little milk baby who was clinging to his side and stumbled to learn to walk.

He has grown up, and he has grown up under the care and care of others. He is smart, handsome and lovely.

"I came here today because I actually want to talk to Mr. Song about my naughty son." Ji Kaiyuan said with a smile.

However, as soon as these words came out, Ji Kaiyuan felt a little guilty in his heart when he said these words, regardless of Song Tingzong's mood at the moment.

They have worked so hard to raise your son to such a great age, but now you come here to talk to him with the face of a biological father and elder. Ji Kaiyuan felt that if he were Song Tingzong, he would definitely kick him out with a jio.

Intuit fucking shameless this is.

But Ji Kaiyuan couldn't help it. For the sake of his son's confession, he should be ashamed, not to mention that his son took something he had never seen before.

The whereabouts of the youngest son is used as bait, so he can't come to the Song family even if he doesn't want to.

Song Tingzong's complexion was expected to be ugly, but the expression on his face returned to calm in just a moment, so fast that people felt that it was just an illusion.

Song Tingzong asked calmly: "What does Uncle Ji want to say?"

"This matter... Speaking of it, my old man is relying on the old to sell the old and don't want this face. I already talked to Mr. Song on the phone yesterday, but we think we need to inform you about this, so I came here today." Ji Kaiyuan thought What I said next must be the most shameless thing he has ever said in his life: "I want to go back to China with Niannian and settle down, and the family property also needs someone to inherit it. I am old and already unable to do what I want. Thank you for treating him all these years." I don't know how to repay you for your teaching and care, so I can only prepare some small gifts..."

"Uncle Ji." Suddenly, Song Tingzong interrupted him in a low voice. In fact, he hadn't been so rude to his elders for many years, but when he heard the meaning behind Ji Kaiyuan's words, Song Tingzong couldn't calm down. : "You said so much, in fact, you want Niannian to leave the Song family and return to China to live with you?"

Ji Kaiyuan's scalp was a little numb from his stare, so he didn't turn his eyes away from him, pretending to be an old god, and said: "Yes... I know that these vulgar things can't repay your Song family for raising their children. Grace, but..."

Ji Kaiyuan's expression suddenly changed, and the previous discomfort and guilty conscience seemed to disappear in an instant. He raised his eyes to meet Song Tingzong's eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said meaningfully: "After all, Nian Nian is me. Even if the Song family has taken care of him for these years, we can’t deprive us of the right to reunite with our father and son? Of course, I didn’t mean to offend Mr. Song. In fact, I talked to Mr. Song about this matter last night. The time has already been negotiated, if Mr. Song wants to see Nian Nian in the future, we are still welcome at any time. Besides, if Mr. Song wants anything in return, as long as Ji can do it, just ask."

Song Tingzong's fingers holding on to the armrest of the sofa were grasped violently, until his knuckles turned white, and he could barely maintain the expression on his face: "This matter...everything will never be the same..."

"He agreed." Ji Kaiyuan said suddenly, "This is also what Nian Nian meant."

Song Tingzong was startled, and even loosened the strength in his hands, and asked in a daze, "He agreed?"

"Yes." Ji Kaiyuan said: "Our Ji family is still in China after all. When people get older, they start to miss home. We in Huaguo

People pay attention to returning a fallen leaf to its roots. In the near future, we will transfer all our industries back to China, so yesterday afternoon, I already asked Nian Nian to return to China first, but it seems that the child was rushed by me and forgot to call you. Call me, I'm really sorry, I will educate him when I go back. "

"He has returned to China?" Song Tingzong's brows were frowned.

Ji Kaiyuan nodded, and then said: "Although he will be busy in the near future, I will let him come over when he is free, and thank you both. It is not too early now. I bought a ticket to return home tomorrow morning. Now I still need to go home and pack up, so I won’t bother you any more, goodbye.”

Song Tingzong was still a little dazed and unable to recover, he could no longer hear what Ji Kaiyuan was saying, and there was only one thought in his mind——

Niannian wants to leave him.

Why?Why such a sudden decision?

"By the way," Ji Kaiyuan, who had just walked to the door, suddenly thought of something, turned his head and was about to talk to Song Tingzong, when he saw that he was out of his mind, so Ji Kaiyuan turned to look at the butler, and took a picture from his pocket. He took out a letter: "Niannian asked me to pass it on to Mr. Song, and asked the old housekeeper to pass it on for me. I think he doesn't seem to listen to others now."

"Mr. Ji, don't get me wrong, he just... can't accept this matter for a while, I believe I will pass it on, Mr. Ji, be careful on the road."

Ji Kaiyuan smiled, turned and left.

As soon as he left the Song family and got into his own car, Ji Kaiyuan took out his mobile phone and called his son: "Hello, Niannian?"

"Father?" The child's voice was soft, as if he was a little surprised, Ji Kaiyuan's heart ached, and then softened again, and suddenly he felt a little rejoiced, fortunately...

Fortunately, his son was still willing to get close to him, he didn't reject him thousands of miles away, and he never complained and blamed him. He was so obedient and sensible that Ji Kaiyuan felt that he was a scum even more.

"Have you eaten?" Ji Kaiyuan put away the sadness in his heart and asked with a smile.

Ji Qinian said obediently: "I have eaten, it is already dark in the country, has dad eaten?"

"Well, Dad just came out of Song's house, and the matter is clear, and Dad will come back tomorrow." Ji Kaiyuan said: "Don't go to bed after eating, remember to exercise."

"Okay." Ji Qiannian's reaction was flawless, still smiling: "Wait for Dad to come back."

159. Extra Three

In the Song family's villa, it was so quiet that even the sound of people's breathing could not be heard, the passing servants walked around lightly, only Song Tingzong was left alone on the sofa in the huge living room, with his head down, wondering Thinking about something.

The housekeeper holding the letter hesitated at the door. At this time, would he be retaliated against by misfortune?

but…

The butler looked down at the handsome and elegant "Song Tingzong" on the envelope again, and felt that if it was the young master, the husband might not have bad intentions to take revenge on him.

The old butler who wanted to understand decided to hand over the letter in his hand.

"Sir, before leaving, Mr. Ji said that the young master left you a letter, would you like to take a look?" The housekeeper walked to Song Tingzong and whispered, and at the same time passed the letter in his hand: "Maybe the young master just went back Play for two days, after all Mr. Ji..."

After a pause, the butler swallowed back the words that had already come to his lips, but he believed that with his husband's IQ, he would definitely be able to understand what he didn't say.

After all, with Mr. Ji's broad-minded and tough temper, all the delicate tenderness is probably given to his wife. This time, thinking of the young master's son may be just a whim. When his current enthusiasm passes, the young master will still Don't have to be alone, how empty and lonely.

Although my family said that Mr. Song was a little harsh, but he turned a blind eye to the matter between Mr. and the young master. Since the old Mr. was going to be engaged to Mr. when there was a quarrel last time, Mr. Mister simply moved out of the house out of sight, isn't it just that he doesn't intend to take care of the younger generation's affairs anymore?

As long as the two of them don't make any big troubles that make the old man feel ashamed, Mr. Song will generally ignore them.

He has always valued the word "courtesy" all his life, so the matter of the young master and Miss Patricia's red face in public yesterday must not be known to the old man, otherwise the family that was already in dire straits will probably be killed by then. A huge wave was set off, and the chickens and dogs were restless.

Song Tingzong, who was originally sitting on the sofa like an old monk in meditation and as if his soul was flying out of the sky, saw the snow-white envelope handed to him by the housekeeper.

After reading those three delicate and familiar characters, I moved my stiff fingers and took the envelope into my hand.

He also taught the child's handwriting stroke by stroke. He said he liked his handwriting, so he pampered him to learn it.

The little soft one is held in his arms, as if he can still smell the faint milky fragrance produced by drinking milk for many years on his body.