Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Feng Jiuxiao turned a page of the draft in his hand, still not lifting his head: "What's the matter?"

Jin Cheng looked at Feng Jiuxiao's attention on the draft in his hand, and didn't even want to listen to her carefully.

He thought about it, and felt that it might not be appropriate to say this suddenly.

He simply talked about another thing, "Brother Nine, haven't you been in China these years? How could you go to Qishan in Nanyue?"

Feng Jiuxiao raised his eyes and glanced at Jin Cheng, "What do you ask this for?"

Jin Cheng smiled twice: "I'm just curious. The two countries are so far apart, and it takes more than a day to fly by plane. How did you accompany your sister-in-law and handle official duties?"

Feng Jiuxiao: "I have my method."

During the years with Ling'er in Qishan, he did run on both ends, and even if there was a shortcut, it would take more than a day.

To save time, he let his confidant pretend to be him and stay in Feng Yiguo.

He handles all matters, and he must return home to handle major incidents himself.

Jin Cheng was originally curious, but when Feng Jiuxiao said this, he was even more curious: "What method?"

Feng Jiuxiao put down the draft in his hand, held up the water cup on the right hand side, and took a sip: "Don't you see that there is something wrong with me usually?"

Jin Cheng thought about it carefully, and after a while, he said, "It seems to be a little bit. I often paint in the study alone, so no one tells to disturb you."

Feng Jiuxiao said, "That's not me."

"Oh." Jin Cheng replied subconsciously, then reacted again, and looked at Feng Jiuxiao in disbelief, "You said that the person who often boringly paints in the study is not you?"

Feng Jiuxiao nodded.

Jin Cheng really had to admire Feng Jiuxiao. For the sake of the beauty, it doesn't matter even Jiangshan?

"Even I have been fooled. If you don't tell me, I don't know, what I saw is fake?"

Feng Jiuxiao asked back: "You can tell, don't you know everything?"

Jin Cheng nodded subconsciously, and then realized that he seemed to have been a routine. He said dissatisfied: "Nine brother, what do you mean by this? Isn't this vilifying my IQ?"

Feng Jiuxiao faintly replied: "If you want to think like this, I can't help it."

In other words, if anyone heard Feng Jiuxiao's sentence and his tone, it was hard to find that it was perfunctory.

But Jin Cheng felt that Feng Jiuxiao was just playing him.

He looked at Feng Jiuxiao depressed, and felt that he didn't regard himself as a brother, and he didn't tell him anything that could be replaced.

Feng Jiuxiao ignored Jin Cheng, who was sitting on the opposite side, took the draft and continued to look at it. At the end, he said: "The remaining two empty positions will be decided by election."

Jin Cheng nodded in agreement with his approach: "It is best to decide by election, otherwise there will definitely be criticism."

"Then this matter is left to you." Feng Jiuxiao opened the drawer, took out the seal from the inside, and affixed the seal, which was equivalent to taking effect.

Jin Cheng was almost taken astray by Feng Jiuxiao. He came here today because he has something important to say, not to find something to do.

He hurriedly said: "Wait for Brother Nine, I am not here for this."

Feng Jiuxiao thought he had finished talking about his affairs, so he asked not hurriedly: "What else do you have?"

Jin Cheng was stared at by Feng Jiuxiao's cold eyes, and he couldn't help but hesitate a little: "Nine brother, let me ask you something."

Feng Jiuxiao: "You ask."

Jin Cheng felt that this matter had to be said sooner or later, maybe Jiu Ge could let go of his doubts.

He said: "Brother Nine, have you ever suspected that Qin Shu is actually your daughter?"

Feng Jiuxiao paused for a while, and was visibly stunned. Recalling that when he found Ling'er, there was a lovely daughter beside her. He subconsciously thought that she was born secretly by Ling'er.

After all, they had been together several times before she left, and the chances of getting pregnant were still very high.

But when he saw the man next to her, he realized that after she left, she married someone else, and the child was of course that man's.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that the girl who stood at the bow of the ship and confessed to him, crying on that rainy night, said that the girl who asked him to take her away would marry others so easily.

Soon there will be a daughter.

Jin Cheng found something was wrong with Feng Jiuxiao, and the knuckles of his hand holding the seal were a little white. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he asked worriedly, "Nine brothers, what's wrong with you?"

"If she were my daughter, Ling'er would not marry someone else." Feng Jiuxiao put away the seal, closed the drawer, and stood up to leave.

Before Jin Cheng finished speaking, he saw Feng Jiuxiao standing up and leaving. He hurriedly got up and chased after him. He shouted as he walked, "Brother Nine, where are you going?"

"Go see Ling'er." Feng Jiuxiao answered without looking back, and didn't want to continue the topic.

He was busy dealing with official business all morning, and he didn't even accompany Ling'er to eat breakfast. He saw that he had lunch.

Jin Cheng chased up, "Nine brother, you really didn't think about it?"

"Why do you bother with this question?" Feng Jiuxiao's voice was cold.

Jin Cheng really had a big fire, but thinking about this matter, he probably didn't want to mention it, but he had to say.

"What makes me struggle with this question? I just want to say that Qin Shu may be your daughter."

After hearing the words, Feng Jiuxiao paused, looked back at Jin Cheng, and replied calmly: "Ling'er said that she is not my daughter."

Leaving this sentence aside, he retracted his gaze and walked straight away.

Jin Cheng was stunned, and followed his footsteps. Did Ling'er tell Brother Jiu?

Isn't Qin Shu the daughter of Brother Nine?

Nor is it Qin Hai's daughter.

Then who would Qin Shu's biological father be?

When Jin Cheng raised his head again, he found that Feng Jiuxiao was gone, so he hurriedly chased him out.

The study room where he and Ling'er lived was still a little far away.

Feng Jiuxiao was striding evenly, maybe because of his emotions just now, it reminded him of something.

The most heartbreaking thing, Ling'er said.

"I do not regret the decision I made when I was young and ignorant, because everyone has to pay for their mistakes. But I still hate you, hate you for lying to me, hate you for everything that you have caused me. The person is you, Feng Jiuxiao!"

So far, the way Ling'er roared this sentence was still deep in his memory, unable to touch it.

Now it suddenly occurred to him that his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and his already white cheeks were pale and scary at this time.

He held the position of his heart with one hand, and supported the tree next to him with the other hand, panting quickly, trying to relieve the tingling pain in his heart, but found that the more he suppressed, the more painful he was.

That kind of tingling, like the pain of the internal organs until the heart, more like a sharp blade, one after another, Ling Chi's heart.