Seeing that his son was treating him so coldly, he did not reprimand him as before. He just sat down on the tall and gorgeous black leather sofa, put one hand on the soft leather armrest, and picked up the secretary to soak in the other hand.
Good tea.
Murong Qingzhen was still just looking up at the setting sun outside the window. His back fell on the beige carpet, and some shadows were stretched.
A similar loneliness and desolation were expressed in different ways in both father and son.
However, the huge difference in appearance and personality between the two father and son made it impossible for them to talk in a way that both parties were happy to accept.
In the end, it was Murong Yuanhong who was the father who spoke first. "Have you thought about it? How long are you going to hide that woman? Now that people are bullying you, as a man, can you just
Can't you show some manly dignity and blood?"
Murong Qingzhen looked back at his father, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and the sinister and vicious look in his eyes could hardly be concealed.
"As a man, I will not use my own woman as a bait to get the victory I want. That kind of method can only be said to be a defeat without force, and it is by no means the so-called dignity and bloodiness as you understand it."
Murong Yuanhong knew the meaning of his son's words as soon as he heard it. He suppressed the throbbing veins on both sides of his forehead, and finally retorted coolly: "Your woman? Humph, I'm afraid she has already been raped by that snake."
Is it a used second-hand item from a demon? You have the nerve to claim that she is your woman...".
Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud "Boom!". Murong Qingzhen grabbed the square sapphire unicorn paperweight placed on the desk and slammed it against the huge paperweight placed against the wall.
Gorgeous fish tank.
Water splashed everywhere, and the expensive plexiglass could not withstand such a blow, and glass shards flew to the ground. Those beautiful fish jumped all over the ground in an instant.
On the off-white wool carpet, gorgeous aquatic plants and corals fell all over the floor, and precious goldfish jumped around. Everything became a mess.
Murong Yuanhong stretched out his hand to wipe the water droplets that splashed on his face, and still maintained the same posture, sitting quietly on the sofa.
He knew that what he said just now angered his son, who had always complained about him in his heart.
For twenty-seven years, he has raised a son for twenty-seven years. This son is completely different from himself in appearance and personality. Now, he has finally grown up and grown up.
In the eyes of the world, having such a son is undoubtedly perfect and gratifying. His son Murong Qingzhen is handsome, wise, has a first-class physique, first-class adaptability, first-class IQ and understanding ability. It can be said that he is a combination of brilliance and wisdom.
One body.
Now he has the courage to challenge him, but in fact, in his eyes, he feels that his son still has a lot to learn in the future.
For example, treat women as you treat enemies.
While Murong Yuanhong was looking at his son, Murong Qingzhen was also looking at him.
The two men, who were supposed to have the closest relationship in the world, now looked at each other with cold and hostile looks.
When Murong Qingzhen was studying at Princeton, he said something when he was talking about life with his roommate: It turns out that there are many kinds of enemies in the world.