C61 Parentage

"Junior Brother, I'm not talking about you. You're just too low-key." Look at the person beside you, eating like a big fish while accompanied by the little girl, coaxing by a circle of people, no one dares to bully him, it's as pleasurable as having a few days. If you put on a bit of a show, who wouldn't know who you are! " Zhang Sanmeng smiled as he said to Lin Bai.

Although the words were plain, they had a bad taste to them, especially when it came from the mouth of Liu Jingtian, who was standing at the side. What do you mean by 'everyone is trying to coax me', could it be that I'm a retard?!

"Bastard, if you keep talking, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Liu Jingtian turned around and glared at Zhang Sanming as he spoke.

As if he did not hear the anger in Liu Jingtian's words, he turned around and looked Liu Jingtian in the eye. After taking a bite of the chicken leg, he said with a smile, "If you have the ability, come bite me.

"Bullnose, if you have the ability, then come and say it!" Liu Jingtian was unconvinced.

"Can you two be a little more quiet?!" Lin Bai helplessly said to the two of them, "If you want to fight and find a quiet place, even if the two of you howl your throats out, no one will care. But look at how many people are in the car right now.

When Xia Xiaoqing heard Lin Bai's words, she subconsciously turned her head to look outside the window, pretending not to see the two men arguing. However, there was a smile on her face.

She was both shocked and amused. One was the foppish young lord of 49 cities and the other was an old Daoist from Mao Mountain. The two of them were able to ignore all the noise like children, but they both valued Lin Bai so highly. If word of this got out, perhaps not many people would believe it.

"Little girl, can you tell me where your home is now?" Lin Bai tightly wrinkled his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the little girl, Nannan, and softly said.

Upon hearing Lin Bai's words, Zhang SanKuang almost vomited out the chicken in his mouth. He looked at Lin Bai in disbelief and asked, "Junior Brother, isn't this girl the daughter of you and Widow Zhao?"

"…" Lin Bai was speechless. He turned his head and looked at Zhang SanKuang as if he was looking at a dead man. He whispered, "Senior brother, do you think that you can be at ease only if I give birth to a child with Widow Zhao?"

Zhang SanKuang dryly laughed a few times as he turned his head to look at Xia Xiaoqing, awkwardly not daring to make a sound.

"I want to follow dad. If dad doesn't go home, then I won't tell you mom and where they are!" The girl's mouth twitched as she looked at Lin Bai with a sullen face, her voice trembling.

"…" Lin Bai was speechless once again. One Zhang Sanmeng and one little girl, they were going to drive him completely crazy!

Liu Jingtian smiled as he came over, stared at the little girl, then chuckled, "Little girl, can you come home with uncle? Uncle will take you to eat delicious food."

"Go back to the mountain with the Dao Lord. The Dao Lord will take you there to play every day!" Zhang Sanmeng's eyes flickered as he stared at the little girl and said.

The little girl looked at Zhang Sanmeng, then looked at Liu Jingtian, her big eyes were filled with fear, suddenly she started crying loudly, turned around and hid behind Lin Bai, holding onto Lin Bai's horn, crying, "You are all bad people, Nannan don't want to be with you, I want to be with dad!"

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"Grandfather, is that Master Chen really so magical?!" Huang Zongze couldn't help sighing when he heard the story of what happened when he was with Li Tian Yuan.

Old Master Huang sighed, nodded, and said, "Since there is a legacy of five thousand years, there must be something mystical about it. Did that Lin Bai do anything abnormal just now? "

"No …." "No, I was just about to send the security guards into battle when those people suddenly fell to the ground midway …" Huang Zongze said in a trembling voice.

After hearing Old Man Huang's story about Li Tian Yuan and thinking back to what he had just experienced, Huang Zongze suddenly felt like he had walked through the gates of hell. He couldn't stop shivering. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his heart was ice-cold.

Looking at the expression on Huang Zongze's face, Old Master Huang sighed and said softly, "Take good care of your wounds at home and don't show your face again. We, the Huang Family, are thin, and you are the only one in the third generation. "Don't listen to others and make Lin Bai your enemy again."

Huang Zongze silently nodded. Only now did he understand why Lin Bai had been so calm and collected about everything that had happened earlier. It was because he knew that Lin Bai knew that Lin Bai was not from the same world as him, and that Lin Bai was like a god overlooking all living beings on the ground. You could choose not to believe me, but you could not disobey me. I can create, I can destroy.

Even now, blood was still trickling out from the corner of his mouth. Although he had applied an ice pack on his brow, it was still bruised. However, the physical pain was better than the fear of death. To be able to dispel Lin Bai's anger towards the Huang Family, what would it matter if he was slapped a few more times?

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"What? Lin Bai messed with Huang Zongze's Cloud Flower Association?" Listening to the phone, Chen Beihuang was surprised. He raised his head and laughed, "Is he crazy? Is he trying to offend all the foppish lads in the city? Or did he think that the old bastard of the Liu Clan was able to withstand the anger of these people with one hand? "

Chen Beihuang listened quietly. After a while, he said softly to the other side of the phone, "Ok, I understand. I will do the rest myself!"

For the first time, Chen Beihuang actually got off work early. He drove his car out of the office and headed for a manor in the outskirts of Beijing.

The manor did not have a name, but its security was extremely tight.

When Chen Beihuang's car was one kilometer away from the manor, it was stopped by guards along the way. After careful inspection and a phone call from the owner, they let him pass.

After parking the car in the parking lot, Chen Beihuang walked towards a villa with a strong Nordic atmosphere.

A middle-aged man in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses saw Chen Beihuang coming over and greeted him with a smile, "Young Master Chen, you're here!"

"Uncle Zhou, I've told you so many times not to call me young master Chen. Just call me Bei Huang. Why didn't you listen?" Chen Beihuang smiled as he held Uncle Zhou's hand, looking extremely gentle.

Uncle Zhou didn't reply. "Boss is waiting for you in the study room. You should go in quickly."

"Alright, sorry to trouble you again, Uncle Zhou. Someone gave me a few gadgets a few days ago, I think you'll like it. I'll find someone to send you home tomorrow." Chen Beihuang said as the smile on his face grew deeper.

Uncle Zhou shook his head without a word.

Chen Beihuang's eyes twitched. He was still smiling, but when he turned around, his smile was gone and his eyes were filled with hostility.

You who do not know how to appreciate favors, on the day I ascend to the throne, the first one I'll deal with will be you! Chen Beihuang thought to himself.

After walking into the living room, Chen Beihuang quickly packed his clothes in front of a mirror in the living room. He adjusted himself and knocked on the door of the study.

"Come in!" A gentle but authoritative voice came from the study.

Chen Beihuang suddenly felt his muscles tighten. No matter how glorious or domineering he was in front of others, how aggressive and confident he was in the eyes of outsiders, every time he pushed open the door, all these things would disappear, leaving behind only apprehension and a sliver of fear.

Chen Beihuang took a deep breath and walked in. A thin middle-aged man sat on a rattan chair, reading a document.

"Boss, it's so late and you're still busy. You have to be careful!" Chen Beihuang tried to make his voice soft and gentle, trying to adjust his tone to that of a senior he respected the most.

The middle-aged man did not look up from his paper. He was still drawing on the paper with the pen in his hand. He replied indifferently, "You can sit as you wish."

Chen Beihuang was sitting on the rattan chair in his study and carefully peeked at the document in the middle-aged man's hand. When he saw the red text on the cover of the document, he was shocked and tried his best to see what it was. Unfortunately, the middle-aged man was hiding himself so well that he couldn't see anything.

Chen Beihuang felt a little regretful that he was missing another opportunity to be a favor. The middle-aged man held the red haired document that ordinary people usually spoke of. Of course, this middle-aged man was not looking through them, but was reviewing the instructions.

Some people would often discover that whether it was in politics or business, some of the second generation was much smoother than others. The resources of the first generation were one of them, and the other was information that ordinary people did not have access to. What was the most important thing in the twenty-first century? Information was the most important! As long as Chen Beihuang could read even a little bit about it, it would be a huge favor to him.

The study room was completely silent. The only sound that could be heard was the ticking of a chime clock on the wall. After an unknown amount of time had passed, the light from the window became dim and yellow. The middle-aged man finally put the document in his hand into a file bag beside him.

Seeing that, Chen Beihuang stood up quickly and walked to the tea table at the side. He poured a cup of water and passed it over. The middle-aged man took a sip of water and leaned back in his rattan chair, remaining calm and collected.

Chen Beihuang was anxious, but he did not dare to show it. Following the gaze of the middle-aged man, he felt as if there were countless small worms squirming within his body, and it was extremely itchy.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Chen Beihuang could feel his heart beating with the chiming of the second hand. It was like a never-ending rhythm, waiting for a node to arrive!