C1067 I Look like My Father
The warm mother and daughter returned home with Qin Fen.
The night came.
The Xu family became lively.
Xu Bingkun and his sons and daughters returned home one after another, and the whole family was happy and harmonious.
Warmth stood at the corner of the staircase and looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa downstairs. His hands tightly held onto the armrest.
So this is Xu Bingkun?
He really does look like a dog.
He was already close to fifty years old, but he still maintained his elegant bearing.
It was no wonder that her mother abandoned her husband and daughter for him.
But if she only abandoned her husband and daughter for love, she wouldn't blame her too much.
After all, no one could clearly tell what feelings were.
But they shouldn't have conspired to bankrupt her father and relied on his core information to make a fortune, but instead caused his father to die young due to overwork.
She really wanted to ask them, for so many years, wouldn't their conscience hurt?
"Let's eat."
"Okay, I will call Nuan down."
Xu Bingkun and Qin Fen's conversation came from downstairs. Warmth quickly put away her thoughts and withdrew the coldness in her eyes. She changed into an innocent and obedient face.
"Nuan, you are awake? I was just about to go upstairs and wake you up."
Qin Fen looked like a kind mother and pulled her warm hand over. "My husband is back. I have already told him about your situation. Don't worry. He doesn't dislike your appearance. Instead, he wants me to take good care of you. "
Ha!
Truly dignified and touching!
His warm heart scoffed lightly, but his face did not reveal it.
She curved her lips and pretended to be obedient as Qin Fen pulled her downstairs.
"Bingkun, this is warmth. How is it? Isn't it beautiful?"
Qin Fen pulled the warmth in front of Xu Bingkun, her tone carrying a hint of meaning.
Xu Bingkun looked up and down at the warmth, smiling as he echoed, "Indeed pretty, quite similar to when you were young."
"Is that so? Bingkun, are you indirectly praising me for being beautiful?"
Qin Fen smiled happily. Before Xu Bingkun could reply, he heard a warm voice suddenly say, "No, everyone who knows me says that I look like my father."
This sentence, which was very disrespectful, caused their laughter to stop.
Xu Bingkun looked at the warmth in her eyes and a trace of worry flashed across his face.
He had been in a high position for many years, so he was used to flattering people.
Whether this warmth was intentional or not, the words she said made him very unhappy.1
Was he deliberately mentioning her father to annoy him?
"Cough, Nuan, Mom will bring you to get to know each other again."
Qin Fen's face could not hold it and she hurriedly interrupted, "This is your Uncle Kun, this is your younger sister Jiaojiao, this is Jiaojiao's older brother. He will also be your older brother Shixun in the future. From now on, we are family, don't treat us as outsiders when you live here."
The warm air allowed Qin Fen to pull her and introduce the members of the family. The corners of her mouth curled up and she did not say anything.
What a harmonious family. It was just that she did not know how long this peace could last.
"Mom, do you really want her to live here?"
Xu Jiaojiao looked at Qin Fen unhappily. She got up, walked to Xu Bingkun's side, and sat down. She held his arm and acted like a spoiled child. "Dad, do you agree too?"
Although she knew that her parents were putting on a show, there were other motives for letting warmth stay.
But no matter what, she had to show her stance. She could not say nothing.
"Jiaojiao, this is your sister. Your mother is right. We are all family. In the future, you all have to get along well, understand?"
Xu Bingkun thought of something and his old eyes flashed.
He patted Xu Jiaojiao's hand and looked at the warmth. "Nuan, stay with us from now on. Don't have any sex with us. Alright, let's eat."
After he used up all the value of her, he would chase her out!
Wen Liang's daughter is indeed beautiful. I hope Director Li will be satisfied!
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