Hi, My Sweet Lil Moe Wife!-Chapter 2012 - : Father-son conversation (3)

Chapter 2012: Father-son conversation (3)

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Zhan mo endured his father’s sharp gaze and his mind was in a mess.

He seemed to have caught onto something …

Cold, cold and disdainful

Recently, ruan Mengmeng’s attitude had been very strange. Other than the triplets and work, she seemed to be uninterested in anything else.

Not only had she become cold towards li junyu’s death, but she had also become cold towards herself.

Of course, her indifference to him was not in the usual sense of alienation, but rather, it went from hatred to not hatred.

It was as if her previous disgust for him had disappeared. She no longer cared about him ‘killing’ ruan Shishi or kidnapping ruan Mianmian. It was as if everything else didn’t matter.

A sharp glint flashed across Zhan Mo’s eyes. He suddenly understood.”Mengmeng’s current situation, was it your doing? What did you use to control her emotions? you used those Gu!”

Although he wasn’t completely clear about what his father was capable of, he had seen too many of his father’s tricks.

Those ‘mother-child Gu’ and ‘golden saliva Gu’, rather than saying that they belonged to the mother, it was more appropriate to say that they belonged to the Father.

Zhan Yang’s abilities were not something that ordinary people could imagine.

To control a person’s emotions, if it was someone else, they might not be able to do it.

But if it was Zhan Yang, he definitely could.

Zhan Yang said coldly,”it doesn’t matter what I use to control her. What’s important is that Mengmeng is a good material. She’s worth my time and effort.” Don’t look at how she’s a girl, she’s a lot more direct and decisive when it comes to relationships. Besides, Yingluo’s intelligence and physique have completely inherited the Zhan family’s talents, and she’s far from what Jia ‘er can compare to.

Just these two points alone are enough for me to choose her and give up on you and Jia ‘er.

Not to mention, Mengmeng was so young and she already had the perfect heir. Those three children have the best genes. I will use the rest of my time to train them well and protect them.”

The death of one person could see the future of two generations.

It was said that one couldn’t be rich more than three times, but he, Zhan Yang, could arrange the future of the three generations from starting a business to the future.

The torch group was his blood, sweat, and tears, the greatest cause he had left in the world. He would not let anyone destroy it.

“That’s why li junyu has become a thorn in your side.” However, after Zhan mo heard Zhan Yang’s words, he calmly pointed out the main point.

“You want to snatch the heir that belongs to the Li family, you want Mengmeng to break off her love, you want to cut off her last ties, then li junyu is your biggest enemy.”

Zhan Mo’s well-defined face was filled with coldness as he analyzed this. I knew it. How could there be such a coincidence in this world? Mengmeng is about to give birth and Li junyu’s plane suddenly crashed. Father, Yingluo, how could you do this? do you know how much pain Mengmeng will be in if you do this?”

Zhan Mo’s bottomless eyes were already slightly bloodshot. Li junyu was Mengmeng’s last safe haven, the safe haven that she had finally arrived at after going through so many hardships and hardships.

He had thought that his father at least had some true feelings for Mengmeng, but it turned out that everything was just a scheme.

Did his father really have a heart?

In the face of his son’s explosive questioning, Zhan Yang’s lips curled into a cold smile. “That is why you can’t tell her the truth. Now, I’m the only one who can make her forget these pains. At least ruan Mengmeng now has a father’s love, children, and a career, and she doesn’t feel the heartache of losing the love of her life.

But if you wake her up and tell her that she’s disdainful of Zhan mo, do you think she’ll break down?”

Zhan mo,”hehe.”

Of course it would.

Zhan Yang’s eyes were so cold and arrogant, as if he was looking down at a God who had been reborn.

He looked at his son who was in a deep struggle, and the corners of his lips even curved up.