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Chapter 232 He forced her into a corner and did such a shame to her

Feng Tingyuan lowered his head and stared at the little face in front of him that looked a little pale due to excessive tension.

In fact, from the moment he met Hong Juan, he had already seen that she was a fake boss lady.

Of the ten sentences she said, eight were flawed.

It was not until later that he opened the registration book again and recognized Luo Yunchu's handwriting.

The reason why it was not revealed on the spot was to lure the snake out of its hole.

He walked away calmly to let Luo Yunchu lower his guard.

Sure enough, she was fooled!

Looking at this little face, he was actually still full of anger inside.

He had sent her so many text messages and made so many phone calls these days, but she actually didn't answer any of them or reply to any text messages.

"Oh, look at this little mouth, and it's so pitiful. You kidnapped my son and you begged me not to take him home? Luo Yunchu, do you know what your behavior is?"

"What do you think Mr. Feng is?"

"Kidnapping!!!! You kidnapped my son!!"

He was arrogant and fierce, and his dark eyes were full of anger.

One sentence was repeated three times in his mouth.

Luo Yunchu also sneered, "Kidnapping means abuse, right? I didn't abuse the child, I raised him well!"

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you. Hand over your son. I want to take him home now!"

Feng Tingyuan Road.

Luo Yunchu remained silent.

Fortunately, when Feng Zizhe came back just now, he wanted to play with Lu Zixi.

Lu Yebai said that he would send the two brothers back later.

Therefore, Feng Zizhe was not in the inn at this time.

When Feng Tingyuan saw that Luo Yunchu remained silent, he opened the door of the inn's bedroom and looked for it one by one.

In the end, Feng Zizhe was not found.

"Where's my son?"

He stood in front of her and looked at her condescendingly.

There was ruthlessness in his sharp black eyes.

Luo Yunchu looked at him for a long time, then she turned and looked elsewhere, "I don't know!"

She walked to the tea table, poured herself a cup of tea, sat down and drank it slowly.

He sneered and sat across from her, "Don't tell me?"

Luo Yunchu continued to make tea and drink tea.

She spent time with Feng Tingyuan.

At this time, she would never tell the whereabouts of Lu Zizhe.

"Mr. Feng, there is really no need for you to force me like this! I made this choice for the sake of Zizhe! He will not be happy with you, nor will he grow up healthily, so why do you bother?

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This man has a strong aura and a thoughtful mind. If she wants to deal with him, she needs wisdom and courage.

And silently thinking to Lu Yebai not to bring the children back at this time.

Feng Tingyuan sneered, took away the tea that had just been brewed in front of her, and drank it himself.

"My son, whether he is happy or not, must follow me!"

"It seems we can't reach an agreement?"

"You hand over your son to me first, and then we can talk! If you don't hand over your son, what else is there to talk about between us?"

"But if after I hand my son over to you, you take him away, how can we still talk?"

Luo Yunchu was very sober at this time. She was not that stupid. She knew very well that once her son showed up, Feng Tingyuan would take Feng Zizhe away at all costs.

By then, she will have no negotiating power at all.

"It seems there is no trust between us at all?"

Feng Tingyuan sat upright with a straight body and a leisurely expression on his face.

It seemed like he was destined to win.

"trust?"

Luo Yunchu smiled bitterly, she actually trusted him back then.

It's just that he never believed her.

And now, she no longer trusts him.

He is already Lan Xingyue's husband.

"Mr. Feng, I don't want to talk anymore!"

She stopped talking.

Feng Tingyuan was no longer in a hurry. He calmed down and drank two cups of tea before starting to walk around the room.

He looked at the oil paintings on the wall. They should have been painted by her and her son together. The paintings were full of innocence and childishness, and the colors were also very bold.

In the blue sky, there is a beautiful big fish swimming by, children holding balloons floating into the sky to touch the stars, and Beetle buses on the street.

Picture after picture, it looks interesting.

There are also pothos and succulents in the corner, and asparagus on the table...

There are also handmade red lanterns strung at the door.

The dog squatted beside the fish pond in a daze.

This is where she and her son live, and everything looks full of life.

It seems that they are living well and warmly without him.

There is no such thing as he imagined,

There is no chicken feathers everywhere as he imagined,

There was no poverty and poverty as he expected.

There are traces of happiness here.

The happier she lives, the less happy he feels.

How could she live so happily without him?

And he...

On the contrary, during the period of time when she was missing, my heart felt empty, and I always felt like something was missing.

Food and clothing are tasteless.

In the business world, no matter how much money you make, you can't seem to find excitement and happiness.

It was as if, from the day she left, his sky became cloudy and never cleared again.

Until then, he found her again.

When he stood in front of her again, he knew this little face and this stubborn and unyielding little eyes.

He would rather be satisfied.

He walked around the yard, and soon two customers came to shop.

He rejected them outright,

"From now on, this inn is closed!"

"Ah? Why?"

"The boss lady is happy! We are closing!"

Feng Tingyuan drove all the guests away directly.

Luo Yunchu walked out angrily, "Feng Tingyuan, why do you want to cut off my financial path!"

"Are you still in the mood to open business now?"

"Of course there is, why not?"

Feng Tingyuan looked at her teasingly, "Hand over your son, and I will let you resume business. Otherwise, don't even think about opening this inn."

"You're acting like a gangster, right?"

"right!"

He simply admitted it, since he was thick-skinned anyway, and even a dead pig wouldn't be afraid of boiling water.

Luo Yunchu had nothing to do with him.

"Okay, if you close the business, just close the business!"

Luo Yunchu simply hung the closure sign at the door to prevent the guests who walked in from seeing the joke.

Afterwards, she sat on the swing in the courtyard reading a book and ignored him.

Time passes little by little.

At first, Feng Tingyuan was very calm and looked around in the inn.

After a while, she was criticized for her poor aesthetics and the poor overall design of the courtyard.

She also said that her investment vision was not good and the location of the inn was too remote and not in a mainstream location.

After a while, he said that her hygiene was not good enough. There were fallen leaves everywhere on the ground and moss had grown on the fish pond.

Then he said that the door of this inn is not opened in the right position and the feng shui is not good...

Luo Yunchu pretended to be deaf and dumb at first, but finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Feng Tingyuan, this is my business and has nothing to do with you. If you can't stand it, just leave!"

"Leave your son to me and leave!"

"Don't even think about it!"

The two men faced each other again.

"Luo Yunchu, don't challenge my patience! You know, I can call the police and accuse you of kidnapping my son! Guess how many years you will be sentenced?"

Luo Yunchu raised his chin and looked at him, "Then Mr. Feng, try and arrest me. When your son grows up, you will see if he will hate you for the rest of his life!"

Feng Tingyuan's face became ferocious when he heard this.

Indeed, if he really puts Luo Yunchu in jail, Feng Zizhe will definitely hate him for the rest of his life.

He really couldn't do anything to her.

The two people were arguing when there was a knock on the door outside.

Luo Yunchu became obviously nervous. Is his son back?


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