Rong Boye sat on the sofa with a complete tea set in front of him. The water boiled and Rong Zhe came up to make tea himself.
In front of the coffee table, Chu Xun was kneeling with a pale face.
"Father, she is pregnant, please show mercy."
"She was pregnant, and she tried to kill others several times. Is a woman like this worthy of being a mother?" Rong Boye took the teacup, frowned and took a sip.
There was a thin layer of sweat on Chu Xun's back, and he couldn't hold on.
"Master, you'd better get up." Rong Zhe glanced at him lightly.
Chu Xun's jaw tightened and he continued to hold on, "It was all my negligence and I didn't notice her. I beg my father, for the sake of my poor health, to give my child a way to live."
"Her child was also born in a test tube. Didn't you object before?" Rong Boye looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
Chu Xun raised his head, "But now I have it. As a father, I can't..."
"Your child hasn't been born yet, but I do have a daughter." Rong Boye interrupted him, expressionless, "Axun, you must also be considerate of your father. With that woman here, my daughter
It's not safe, and my son won't let me worry about it. Do you think I should keep her?"
"Father……"
"You can go and see her." Rong Boye looked away, not giving him a chance to continue.
Chu Xun understood that there was no room for change.
He stood up with his hands on the ground and bowed deeply to Rong Boye.
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Main house second floor
Song Xiang stayed on the gallery, looking around the corner from time to time.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Chu Xun to come from the small building, walking slowly.
Looking face to face, even though they were far apart, Song Xiang felt that there was a thick cold air on the other person's body, making it impossible to feel the temperature.
His face was expressionless, showing neither sadness nor resentment.
When he reached it, he stopped.
"Master Chu, are you okay?" Song Xiang asked politely.
Looking at Chu Xun, she felt that he would fall down in the next second.
Chu Xun looked at her and shook his head laboriously. Just as he was about to take steps, his body swayed and he fell straight forward.
Song Xiang's eyes widened and she instinctively caught his body with both hands.
Although Chu Xun was sickly and frail, he was still a big man over 1.8 meters tall. With that weight, Song Xiang couldn't hold it at all.
There was no one in the gallery, so she could only support his body, slowly lower her weight, and kneel on the floor facing each other.
Chu Xun's arms were hanging on both sides, and his entire weight was still leaning on Song Xiang.
Song Xiang struggled to hold him up, and as soon as he stabilized, he opened his mouth to call for help.
"Don't scream." A small voice sounded in my ears.
Song Xiang was confused, "What?"
"I'm going to rest for a minute, don't let anyone see me."
This voice was almost pleading.
Song Xiang couldn't bear it, so she supported his body with both arms and panted hard.
She was counting in her heart, and as soon as one minute was up, she relaxed a little and said, "How about you? If it doesn't work, I'd better call someone over."
Chu Xun is Rong Boye's adopted son. For many years, he has fulfilled her filial piety at Rong Boye's knees on her behalf. She is very grateful to him, and of course she doesn't want anything to happen to him.
"Feel sorry."
Chu Xun straightened up, supported the wall with one hand, looked at Song Xiang and said, "I made you laugh."
Song Xiang shook his head, stood up one step ahead of him, and then reached out to help him.
"You're here because of Ji Yu's business, don't worry too much, everything will be fine."
She knew in her heart that her words were in vain. Even if Ji Yu could come back, he would still have to suffer a lot.
Chu Xun twitched the corner of his mouth, his emotions unclear, and looked at her and said, "Thank you."