If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Chapter 394 Who is the successor in Feng Yuanshan's heart? (please order all!!!)

Hear what Jiang Zhou said.

Feng Siruoqiong's nose wrinkled, and her expression suddenly became pitiful.

If you don't have enough, you can't do it.

She would be so sad that she couldn't even breathe.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Zhou couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth and pinched her face again.

The starting point is smooth and delicate, and the soft fragrance q bombs, which is simply addictive.

So Jiang Zhou exerted a little more effort.

The straight pinched Feng Siruo made a hissing sound.

He just remembered to let go, but saw a red fingerprint on her cheek.

"Why don't you cry out?"

Feng Siruo rubbed his cheeks, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly: "I have 30,000 yuan."

Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment, thinking that the girl was still thinking about collecting money: "Didn't you save all your money?"

"It's from my aunt."

"30,000 yuan is not enough."

Feng Siruo was a little sad: "How far is it?"

Jiang Zhou touched his chin and thought about it for a while: "There are still a few small goals."

"..."

Looking at her, Feng Siruo couldn't help but feel depressed.

Hundreds of millions are not enough.

Want to get married...

327 She puffed out her cheeks and couldn't help lying on Jiang Zhou's shoulder, her smooth forehead rubbing against his chin unconsciously.

"Have a beard, stab people."

Jiang Zhou grinned and kissed her cheek for a while.

After the lips were separated, Feng Siruo hummed and couldn't help but raised the back of his hand and wiped it.

"Do you still want me?"

"decide as things go."

"Oh."

 …

The next morning was sunny and sunny.

Jiang Zhou booked a hotel next to the school, ready to welcome the arrival of his old father-in-law.

At this time, there was a gust of cold wind on the street, making a whistling sound.

Pedestrians who came and went all wrapped up their clothes and looked in a hurry.

A few minutes later, a yellow and white taxi stopped in front of him.

Feng Chong in a suit got out of the car, took out his luggage from the trunk, and looked at Jiang Zhou.

Well, not bad.

Although the weather was very cold, the dog son-in-law did not forget to greet him at the door.

This fully shows that the dog son-in-law attaches great importance to his old father-in-law.

And the higher his level of attention, the deeper his affection for his daughter.

This made Feng Chong's mood a little better, and even felt that Jiang Zhou became more pleasing to the eye.

But a smile is unlikely.

As a father-in-law, you should always maintain your majesty.

"What are you doing squatting at the door on such a cold day?"

"The toilet on the first floor of the hotel is blocked, and the smell is running up. I can't stand it anymore. I come out to get some air."

"..."

Feng Chong's mouth twitched, and hehe was written all over his face.

Sure enough, I shouldn't have too high expectations for my dog ​​son-in-law.

What to go out to greet, all misunderstood.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou turned his head back and glanced at the lobby.

The hotel staff are still running up and down to test where the blockage is.

It looks like it won't be finished in a few hours.

"Father-in-law, let's find a cafe and sit down."

Feng Chong nodded: "Alright, go to a quiet place, I just have something to tell you."

Jiang Zhou made an ok gesture: "Then get in the car, I brought the driver.

"Um."

Half an hour later, the two arrived at a cafe in the suburbs of Beijing.

The store is small and not many customers.

After all, it's winter, and everyone at work is at work.

Who is not at work to brave the cold wind to drink coffee.

The two found a corner seat and sat opposite each other.

"How's business going recently?"

"Booming."

Feng Chong raised his head and glanced at him: "You have been under the attention of the media recently, so you must be cautious when doing things."

Jiang Zhou took a sip of coffee and nodded: "don't worry, father-in-law, I didn't show any clues, and Feng Yue shouldn't notice anything."

"A businessman sometimes doesn't believe in evidence, he just believes in feelings. Once he really thinks you have a problem, he will definitely find out what he wants to know."

"..."

Jiang Zhou felt that the old father-in-law seemed to have something to say: "Did Feng Yue do something?"

Feng Chong picked up the coffee: "He checked the Feng family's accounts some time ago, but it shouldn't have anything to do with the Ruoyi Foundation. I asked someone to do the accounts very carefully, and I won't be able to find out anything in a while."

"It turns out to be like this, but it's normal. He's almost at the end of his life, and it's estimated that he also hit the family."

"You kid is really ruthless, to actually force him into this."

Jiang Zhou shook his head slightly: "It's just because he's too greedy and doesn't dare to give up Jumei, for fear of losing his inheritance rights, otherwise he will still have a chance even if he starts all over again."

Feng Chong sighed: "Father's physical condition is strictly kept secret, and it is normal for Feng Yue to be uneasy."

"Is Feng Yuanshan really sick?"

"What do you want to say?"

Jiang Zhou put down the coffee cup and frowned a few times: "I always think there is something wrong with this matter."

Feng Chong's eyes looked a little surprised: "Do you think it's fake that he's sick?"

"It's not necessarily fake, but I think he's trying to take advantage of his illness to do something."

"Do you have any guesses?"

Jiang Zhou picked up the spoon and stirred it a few times: "After thinking about it for the past few days, I think he doesn't seem to want to hand over the inheritance to any of you."

Feng Chong's hand suddenly trembled: "Go on."

"Jumei's current situation is almost riddled with holes. It's impossible for Feng Yuanshan not to know."

"You should be called Grandpa."

Jiang Zhou coughed: "Si Ruo and I are not married yet."

Feng Chong pursed his lips: "Go on."

"Since he knows Jumei's situation, he should order Feng Yue to give up the project, otherwise Fit will only go bankrupt."

"Yes, you are right."

"But Feng Yuan... Why did Si Ruo's grandfather let Feng Yue do internal consumption? He is sick, not his brain. Such behavior is very strange."

Feng Chong took a deep breath: "If the heir is not me, not Feng Yue, nor Evian, then only Feng Long."

Jiang Zhou thought for a while, then shook his head: "No."

"What's wrong?"

"If he is really going to die, it would be fine to just announce that the heir is Feng Long. Why drag it? After all, the three of you have already been eliminated, and there is no point in continuing to hide it."

Feng Chong was silent for a while, then suddenly took out a blue folded page from his pocket.

It's an invitation, and it's beautifully crafted.

"Actually, I've been investigating these things that you don't understand."

Jiang Zhou looked at the thing in his hand: "what is this?"

Feng Chong handed him the invitation letter: "Father is going to hold a charity party at Qingqian Mountain Villa."

"???"

"Think it's incredible?"

"He told the outside world that he was dying of illness, yet he still had such spare time?".