Fandi walked towards the old man in the garden step by step. His mood was a little complicated, and his face was extremely deep. He was completely different from the previous look of making the child laugh. In front of Shui Han and Xiao Ninglean, Fandi was very relaxed and had some reason, and his emotions were calm and peaceful, but the old man in front of him was his father. The closer he got, the more he felt the hidden depression in his heart was quietly reviving.

The fragrance of osmanthus is fragrant and floating into your breath can slightly dispel the coldness. Fandi stood beside the old man, and did not sit down immediately, and said lightly: "Do you have something to ask me for?"

The plain words reveal sensitive alienation, unlike the normal tone that a father and son would have. Obviously, the relationship between Fandi and his son has unknown inside stories, and they can even peek out their contradictions.

The old man who was burying his head in his head raised his head slowly. The old man was used to Fandi's attitude, and he didn't want to say anything more, just because he knew very well that this would happen with his son. In the final analysis, he had to blame the wrong things he had done before, which would lead to the fact that he was old but could not enjoy the joy of family like an ordinary old man... The gap between father and son was his retribution.

Fandingtian was covered in white hair, with a little sparse top, and even his eyebrows were white. If his cheeks were a little rosy, he would look a bit like the white-bearded immortal in the mythology.

"I heard that there is a child in the Fan Mansion recently. Is it your godson?" Fan Dingtian's vicissitudes of life seemed a little weak, his eyes were slightly turbid, and he could no longer find any sharp momentum on his body, only his old age and weak state.

When Fandi heard this, a hint of undetectable surprise flashed through his eyes... It seemed that although his father was bedridden most of the time, he still did not relax at all about the affairs of Fan Mansion and was staring very tightly.

Fandi had no intention of hiding it, as soon as it would be known to Fandingtian sooner or later.

"Yes, I took over a godson." Fandi's formulaic sentence seemed to be doing a work report, but he was not panicked, and he had already prepared mentally.

Fan Dingtian put down the book and magnifying glass in his hand, and a light flashed quickly in his turbid eyes. In an instant, a terrifying power emanated from his body, but it disappeared after only a few seconds. As he lowered his eyes, everything returned to normal, as if it was just someone else's eyes dazzled...

But Fandi clearly felt the change of his father. His fleeting eyes were so familiar with Fandi. It was Fandi's eyes when he was dissatisfied with someone and something. But Fandi hadn't seen his father show such eyes for a long time. At this moment, just for his son to be taken away?

Fan Dingtian was already bowing his head and drinking tea. His movements were slow, and even his hands holding the teacup were as thin as if they were trembling slightly... He was ninety years old and his physical condition was not good. Isn't trembling normal? But in fact, the main reason was that he had other opinions on Fan Dishou's godson.

"Fanti, over the years, I have given you all the family affairs, so that you can take power, let you go to Jinhong No. 1, so that you can do what you want within the family's sphere of influence with confidence. I have never interfered with you and gave you absolute power, but now, you are disappointed me." Fan Dingtian looked quite heavy and regretful when he spitted out the last two words: "How can the helmsman of the Fan family recognize people as his godson casually? Besides, that child is Yan Jiyun, and that woman is also Yan Jiyun's wife. Do you dare to say that you don't recognize your godson because you are interested in that woman? I need to remind you that people in the Fan family must not marry a married woman with children in the door."

Fandi deserves to be a strong psychological endurance, or he has a thick-skinned state. When Fan Dingtian said this, he would not blush at all. Instead, he sneered and sat on the chair, lifting his chin slightly arrogantly: "You have something you don't understand. The thing I am most interested in is painting rather than being the boss of the underworld. The current position is not what I want. I just want to fulfill my mother's instructions, so I promise you to be your heir.

I don't owe you anything, you know very well. If you didn't want me to take over the family, I've already started a painting exhibition in London, that's what I want to do. As for Shui Han and his son, they are the people I want to protect, even if she is still Yan Jiyun's wife now, so what? It doesn't conflict with me wanting to protect her. I'm the one who I want to protect her. What kind of woman would I marry? I have nothing to do with the Fan family. Don't use the family to suppress me, I'm not you."

"..." A hint of anger flashed through Fandingtian's eyes, and his expression was a little excited. Fandi's direct words deeply touched Fandingtian's pain and showed a kind of power, which made Fandingtian's heart twitch hard... Fandi's mother was Fandingtian's little wife, but the woman he loved the most and regretted the most in his life.

I don’t know if Fan Dingtian didn’t have the strength to quarrel or if he was really helpless. In short, he didn’t get angry, but just looked at Fan Di quietly. After looking at each other for a while, he withdrew his gaze. He turned his anger into the loneliness hidden in his eyes, and said self-deprecatingly: “This is my son and Shuxuan…”

The meaning of this sentence can be very broad and full of complex meanings, especially when chanting the word "Shuxuan", the old man's hand was unconsciously clenched... This is a name buried in his heart that he has not mentioned for a long time, but it is also a name that he will never forget until his death. Even though he is ninety years old, his memory has obviously decreased, but some people and things are becoming clearer and clearer...

"If Qiao Ju comes again, let her come to see me." Fan Dingtian said that, and raised his hand in front of him.

The servant from afar came over and helped Fan Dingtian up. He walked slowly into the house with a hunched over. He looked weaker than before, and his face became paler, as if the name "Shuxuan" had exhausted his remaining energy.

Fandi looked at his father's back as he left, and said something secretly in his heart... He didn't want to be the second Fandingtian. He would only marry one woman in his life, and he must be the woman he loved.

Fan Dingtian's wife was married to a family, and Fan Dingtian did not meet her true love until she was sixty years old... Fan Di's mother. She was only forty-five at the time. If the sixty-year-old Fan Dingtian didn't talk about her age, the woman would not be able to see his age. Due to long-term maintenance and exercise and her natural appearance advantage, he looked at least ten years younger than his actual age even at the age of sixty. Fan Di's mother did not know Fan Dingtian's identity and fell in love quickly, but in the end she found that Fan Dingtian had a family and had a prominent identity. She was one of the three major gambling kings in Macau. She couldn't resist and was forced to become Fan Dingtian's little wife and marry into the Fan family.

Monogamy has no effect on some special families. For example, the Fan family has never been bound by this marriage law, so that Fandi's mother suffered a lot of sins after marrying...

Fandi has witnessed a lot of bloody and violent things since he was a child. After he became sensible, he realized that his mother suffered all the sins caused by his father. If his father had not insisted on marrying his mother into the house, perhaps his mother would have always been a happy woman. Fandi's resentment towards his father and the entire Fan family has existed since childhood. It is probably difficult to alleviate the deep-rooted things in Fandingtian's lifetime...

When Fandi returned to Fan Mansion, Shui Han was also there, and she was here to pick up the child.

Little Lemon was tired of playing before and had already fallen asleep. Shui Han couldn't bear to wake up the child, so she just waited quietly next to her, but while waiting, her eyelids began to heavier...

When Fandi came in, he saw a large and small figure sleeping on the sofa, a quiet and harmonious picture. Little Lemon lay flat, put his hands on the pillow, gently clenched into a small fist, and his innocent appearance was so cute. Shui Han leaned against the sofa and tilted her head. Her small mouth naturally opened on her tender face, and a wisp of crystal clearness hanged on the corner of her mouth... This sleeping position is comparable to Little Lemon. She is only twenty-two years old, and she is in her youth. Just looking at her appearance, she is still like a big child.

Fandi's heart was extremely soft in an instant, and a rare tenderness and care flowed out from his bright eyes. He walked over with his hands and feet, picked up another towel on the sofa and wanted to cover Shui Han.

He bent down and couldn't help but hold his breath, for fear of disturbing Shui Han. But Shui Han was dreaming now that she took Xiao Lemon to the sports meet... Little Lemon's wish was to become an athlete when she grew up in the future. Shui Han had never forgotten this matter, and she would even think about it in her dream.

"Um... baby, be good, don't run around... Mom hug..." Shui Han hugged one body in a daze, hugged her with her hands, and smiled foolishly.

Shui Han didn't know why the "baby" she was holding suddenly became so much older?

This is not the baby, the baby is on her right hand, and the person she is holding is on her left and right... it is the poor Vandi.

Fandi's whole body was suddenly stiff as if he was shocked. A soft and fragrant woman in her arms was rubbing against her waist, holding her waist, and she kept muttering in her mouth: "Baby is the most obedient..."
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