The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

Many people came to Liang Wenchao's birthday party, and they almost gathered the group of second-generation ancestors in Beicheng who are proficient in eating, drinking and having fun.

There is also a rich second generation with a wealthy family and tens of millions of fans on Weibo. He is known as the leader of the Four Young Masters in Beicheng—but he has no name here in Zhou Qi.

Huang Mao was so excited that he was so excited that he went "on the hot search on the hot search on the hot search on the hot search" and sent a screenshot to Zhou Qi on WeChat: "Brother Di! Look, there is still a picture of you!" He even found fault, "It's just that the picture is not very good. Well... I didn't open my eyes."

Huangmao kept beeping, beeping: "Thanks to Brother Di, you are handsome! Look at our body, we are full of energy..."

Zhou Qi pressed the mute button to block Huangmao, clicked on the screenshot, and enlarged the screenshot.

A large group photo of a dozen or so people. When taking the group photo, Zhou Qiguang could see that Liang Wenchao had vacated a middle position for him, but in the photo, he actually stood in c position, which was even c-

Once the white flash was turned on, in the whole photo, Zhou Qi could be seen standing there with his short snow-white hair and half-lidded eyelids in his pockets.

Very arrogant.

There is also a line of words in the news of the rich second generation:

"Tonight is Young Master Liang's birthday, and I ate a shocking melon! Guess who this is?"

Zhou Qi looked at the line of writing, then looked at the photo, looked at the line of writing, and then looked at the photo.

Two minutes later, Zhou Qi downloaded Weibo.

At three o'clock in the morning, Weibo exploded.

Zhang Yuan is the rich second generation who has 2000 million fans on Weibo, is known as the Four Young Masters of Beicheng, and is a certified Internet celebrity on Weibo.

He ate a big melon tonight—the one invited by Liang Wenchao's birthday party has never been seen before, never heard of, and the second young master of the Zhou family who appeared out of nowhere is actually the marriage partner of the head of the Fu family?

This melon is enough for fried rings.

But outsiders can't see or hear it.

Although Zhang Yuan posted a group photo of Zhou Qi's c position, and even added the sentence "Guess who this is", he dared to guarantee that this group of ordinary melon-eating netizens would not recognize even if they guessed badly Zhou Qi came, let alone guessed about Fu Mingzhi incidentally.

But after taking a shower and reading the comments, Zhang Yuan found something was wrong.

The amount of comments and retweets seems to be several times higher than usual today.

Zhang Yuan clicked on the comment section.

The first article——

"Isn't this my fire emperor??"

Zhang Yuan: "?"

The comment area turned into a mystery, and Zhang Yuan was dumbfounded.

"Did I click on the wrong Weibo? Why are the photos of the Fire Emperor here?"

"Some people look glamorous, but secretly have a dinner date with a spirited guy"

"Your fire emperor, although late, but arrived"

"Shocking melon, Ning wants the official announcement to join the Huo Family Army and become a glorious spiritual boy?"

"Leader, sleeve, peak, meeting"

"Canceled it, the rich second generation of rubbish and earthy taste, bah"

Zhang Yuan: "??"

What the hell?

Fire Emperor?

"Brother Di, Weibo is so lively right now!" Huangmao beeped, beep beeped, "At first, a photo was nothing, but the rich second generation who exposed you started to gossip with netizens, and the trending searches became popular... Brother Di, When did you make such a strong brother, enough loyalty! But..."

Huang Mao himself had been outputting into the microphone for a long time, and suddenly realized that Brother Di hadn't spoken for more than ten minutes, "... Brother Di?" He pressed the screen to turn on, only to see that the voice had already hung up.

Zhou Qi entered the "Zhang Yuanz" Weibo.

Eyelids twitched.

The first one was so angry that it was pinned to the top: "Where did the Fire Emperor come from?? Are you spraying your horse? Open your dog eyes to see clearly, don't you know it? Then I will tell you, the man in the middle is called Zhou Qi, the second son of Zhou Pingsong, do you know each other now?"

Zhou Qi: "..."

Another one: "Don't believe it? If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhou Pingsong and Zhou Qi if he is his son. There is still a melon and I won't blow it up. You will know when the time comes. Put the words here and spread rumors, biss."

In the early morning, it was still dark.

Zhou Qi woke up completely.

A trending post floated up on Weibo.

"Regarding the Fire Emperor of the Huo Family Army, Zhou Qi's research and conclusions"

"One, the fire emperor's real name is Zhou Qi, and there is a video evidence of the cool dragon calling the fire emperor's real name live broadcast"

"Second, the name of Zhou Pingsong's second son, Zhou Qi, was exposed this morning by an enthusiastic rich second generation."

"Three, Huodi's photo without a beauty filter, and this morning's photo of an enthusiastic rich second generation, the portrait scan similarity is 99%"

"Conclusion, is the Huo Family Army still recruiting? I'm going to use Thief Six"

The "Huojiajun" super chat received hundreds of thousands of followers within a day.

"It's no wonder that the Huo Family Army spent millions of public funds to study Chinese culture education. It turns out that there really is a mine at home [流泪] [流泪]"

"If you don't be a good spirited guy, you have to go home and inherit billions of dollars of wealth. I don't dare to make up fantasy novels like this."

"Fire Emperor, Contemporary Performance Belt Artist"

A contemporary performance band artist was interviewed by parents.

The hot search is a trivial matter for Mr. Zhou Pingsong—at most, it was suddenly found out by others, and he likes to mention a spirited young man as his son.

So Mr. Zhou doesn't really want to see his son, an artist, at the moment.

Didn't even want to claim it was his son.

The only sound in the study was the rustling of paper rubbing against each other.

Zhou Pingsong reads the documents, while Zhou Qi sits far away from him.

Zhou Pingsong didn't speak, neither did Zhou Qi.

Until the door knocked and pushed open, Zhou Fu came in, glanced at Zhou Qi, nodded to Zhou Pingsong: "Dad."

Zhou Pingsong's knit brows relaxed, and he put down the document, "Sit down."

Zhou Qi sat in the corner, next to a potted flower.

No one paid him any attention.

Zhou Pingsong chatted with Zhou Fu about the company for a long time, until the two of them seemed to have nothing to say, Zhou Pingsong looked at Zhou Qi coldly as if he had just noticed his youngest son, "What about you?"

Zhou Qi's soul wandered into the sky, and he was suddenly cue: "?"

Zhou Fu coughed, "Dad was asking what you've been up to lately."

Zhou Qi replied honestly, "The company has just been established and is ready to sign people."

"Heh, you still know that you have a business to do?" Zhou Pingsong snorted coldly, "I don't think you hang out with your gang of cronies every day and make a big splash on Weibo?"

The Weibo incident was purely accidental.

Especially the second-generation ancestor, who was even more surprised than Zhou Qi, was stunned, as if he had entered a new world.

Zhou Qi didn't speak.

Mr. Zhou sneered and said, "You are capable. You can persuade your brother to wear a pair of pants with you, and help you hide from me that you are not going to class."

It's even more unreasonable to pull old accounts.

"That thing about Weibo," Zhou Qi thought for a while, and said, "It's a surprise, and it wasn't my intention. If there is a choice," he paused, gritted his teeth, "I'll definitely not let others know that I'm with you. You matter."

These words seemed to bury Zhou Pingsong, Zhou Pingsong put his pen on the table, and there was a "bang": "How do you talk?"

"No other meaning, just the truth." Zhou Qi leaned back, "Mr. Zhou, let's get straight to the point, what exactly do you want me to do."

Zhou Qi tapped on the armrest of the chair and listened to Zhou Pingsong's words.

One, two, three.

Phrases, stereotypes, stereotypes—

"...My request to you is very simple," Zhou Pingsong stared at Zhou Qi sternly for several minutes, "Don't embarrass the Zhou family again."

Zhou Qi became a little bit interested, and leaned forward, "Then what is the way to lose face? You

Tell me, I'm so evasive. "

"Cancel all your online accounts," Zhou Pingsong said, "don't show your face again."

"Oh." Zhou Qi nodded.

But he paused, "But Mr. Zhou, to show up in public is to describe a woman."

"..."

Mr. Zhou glared at Zhou Qi, and had to make corrections, "Cut off your former friends from the so-called Huo Family Army, and stop doing those vulgar and boring things."

Zhou Qi laughed, "Then I did this, will you admit me?"

"Admit what?"

Zhou Qi thought for a while, "Admit... I am your son."

Zhou Pingsong was slightly taken aback.

Zhou Fu suddenly looked up at Zhou Qi.

Perhaps Zhou Qi also thought this statement was a bit funny, so he asked with a smile, "Is it true?"

Zhou Pingsong was not moved: "Blood relationship doesn't mean that it doesn't exist if you don't admit it."

"But it exists, and you don't have to admit it." Zhou Qi asked, "Is that right?"

Zhou Pingsong was not interested in chatting, "You don't need to think so much, just do what you should do and be obedient."

"No," Zhou Qi stood up, and Zhou Fu saw a strange, naked malice on his face, and he was too calm, "You admit me, this is a very important thing."

The study room was dead silent for a second, ten seconds, half a minute.

"You go out." Zhou Pingsong said.

But Zhou Qi didn't move, he looked at Zhou Pingsong, "Give me a specific goal, such as starting a company, what scale should I achieve before you will recognize me as your son?"

No one speaks.

Only Zhou Qi's voice said, "I'm not asking you for father-son affection, I just want an acknowledgment, no matter what perspective or angle you look at, an acknowledgment is enough."

Zhou Fu always looked at Zhou Qi.

The swivel chair moved back, Zhou Pingsong stood up, "You want me to admit you?"

"Ah."

Zhou Pingsong said: "Marry Mingye, don't make any fools." He just glanced at Zhou Qi casually, "Don't you want a specific goal, this is your goal."

Zhou Pingsong left.

There are two people left in the study.

Zhou Qi also raised his foot to leave, when suddenly he heard Zhou Fu ask: "Do you hate Dad?"

Zhou Qi turned his head: "?"

"Father is such a person," Zhou Fu lowered his eyelashes, and said calmly, "Even relatives, his criteria for judging others are value, pros and cons, not blood relationship. He may not be able to give you family affection."

Zhou Qi didn't think about it either.

Zhou Pingsong is only related to his mission assessment - but maybe from the original owner, family affection is expected.

Zhou Qi smiled, "If you can't give it, then you can't give it, as long as he admits me."

But I don't know what Zhou Fu was thinking, Zhou Qi suddenly felt a little pity in Zhou Fu's eyes, and it was rare to be warm, instead of running on him, he raised his hand to touch his face, "You have me, I can do it. "

Zhou Qi: "?"

Talk halfway?

Zhou Qi: "What can you do?"

Zhou Fu: "..."

After being quiet for a while, he also stood up, rubbed Zhou Qi's head hard and without mercy, and said in a gentle tone, "I can issue you a certificate of recognition confirming that you inherited your father's y chromosome."

"...?"