After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 550: Father and Son Confrontation

"This is?"

Fu Qiming looked at the little girl sitting next to Mr. Fu, his eyes slightly fixed.

Looking at Fu Qiming's gloomy eyes one by one, he was so frightened that he hugged Mr. Fu tightly.

The look in this man's eyes is terrifying.

Fu Tingchen still kept his original sitting posture, but those cold eyes looked at Fu Qiming at some point.

His vision was obscure, as if he was looking at something.

Shiwan was also looking at Fu Qiming.

I haven't seen him for a few days, this middle-aged man who has always shown his elegant and handsome face is unshaven and looks haggard.

At first glance, it looks a few years older.

Thinking about what Tian Xiujuan said, her beautiful eyes slowly froze.

"Who she is is none of your business,"

Mr. Fu held Yiyi in his arms, looked at Fu Qiming with a frown and said coldly.

"Tell me, what's the matter when you come back?"

Faced with Mr. Fu's indifference and alienation, Fu Qiming seemed to have gotten used to it, and sat on the side without the slightest mind.

"I just want to come back and see how your body is recovering."

Mr. Fu looked indifferent.

"If you show up less in front of me, I will recover faster."

The merciless words made Fu Qiming's eyes flash with embarrassment and helplessness.

"Dad, you—"

"okay,"

Mr. Fu interrupted Fu Qiming.

"Whether you come to see me for real or not, your goal has been achieved,"

He reached out and peeled an orange, handed it to Yi Yi and continued.

"Let's go back."

This son will only make him feel powerless and tired, and he is still out of sight.

Fu Qiming looked into the depths of Mr. Fu's eyes, and a dark color flashed quickly.

But the speed was too fast for anyone to notice.

"I still have something to say to Ting Chen, and I will leave after I finish."

This kid recently sent someone to investigate himself, wondering if he found something.

Mr. Fu didn't respond.

Fu Qiming's voice was full of helplessness, and he turned to look at Fu Tingchen.

"Tingchen, let's go to read—"

"I am not interested,"

Fu Tingchen glanced at Fu Qiming lightly, his voice was cold and without any warmth.

"Besides, I don't think you and I had anything to talk about before, Mr. Fu."

Lazy and indifferent tone, alienated and blunt.

"Fu Tingchen!!"

Fu Qiming pursed his lips and looked at his son with a frown.

"After all, I am your father, do you have to talk to me like this? Yes!"

"I have no father,"

Fu Tingchen's dark pupils lightly slid to the corners of his eyes, watching Fu Qiming say every word.

"Not before, never will be,"

His thin lips slowly curled up, revealing a faint and cool smile.

"As for you, it's Fu Tingchuan's father, no, it should be Zhou Tingchuan."

"you--"

Fu Tingchen's words were like an extremely sharp knife, piercing into Fu Qiming's heart mercilessly, and his breathing was so painful that he stopped breathing.

Such a thing, no matter it is placed on any man's head, is a shameful shame that is difficult to wash away.

What's more, being ridiculed in person.

The father and son confronted each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Shi Wan noticed the pained look on Mr. Fu's face, and frowned slightly.

No matter what, Grandpa Fu always felt uncomfortable watching his son and grandson confront each other.

"Aunt Zhou, let's see off the guests."

"Yes,"

Aunt Zhou knew what Shiwan meant, and walked up to Fu Qiming in a few steps.

"gentlemen--"

see a visitor out?

Fu Qiming was obviously stimulated by these two words, and looked at Shi Wan with sharp eyes.

"Shut up, you don't have a place to speak here!!"