"You can only move yourself," Griffin said mercilessly. "In fact, even you don't know if you can do it, what if he keeps doing this?"

“…”

Bah, you are spring, summer, autumn and winter!

Are you a stepfather when you say such words?

Jinran began to feel a little embarrassed, lowered his head and stared at Jiang Chuan nervously, and the room fell into a brief silence again - Jinran has always been the kind of person who can refute but never remained silent. For example, now he can say, "The person who pretends to be sick and deceives his son back and locks him up will not blush when he says this." However, facing Griffin's face that looks much younger than he imagined, he can only shut up honestly and say, "Oh, it's okay, I can afford to wait."

The cautious tone is natural.

"Can you wait?" Griffin seemed to have heard some interesting joke. "You can say this now, seeing him still so handsome. In a year, he will become loose due to his inactivity for many years and will grow sores that will definitely appear in bed for a long time. He must rely on artificial turnover every day, urination incontinence, unable to speak, and hair falls off..."

"..." He looked at Jiang Chuan sympathetically and decided to treat him better if he could: after all, he already had such a bad father.

"When you are in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry, facing fresh newcomers every day, they may be taller and handsome, may have stronger endurance, and may bring you good resources and a lot of money. They meet your various needs and desires - at that time, will you still remember who he is?"

What the hell is that the endurance is stronger?

Don’t you know that your son is powerful and can violate scientific common sense and struggle all night long?! Of course, I won’t tell you such a good thing! At this moment, Jinran wanted to shake Jiang Chuan’s neck and get him up, and roar at his ear: Get up the hell, get up quickly, your dad and I can’t get along!

Faced with Griffin's questioning, the young black-haired man did not answer directly, but reached out to touch the man's drooping forehead, carefully sorted it out before saying, "If he doesn't wake up, I'll go to the pet store to buy a hamster."

Perhaps only Jinran himself knew how romantic this was. Faced with his seemingly inexplicable speech, Griffin was silent for about ten seconds, and then asked in a subtle tone that understood: "My son is a hamster in your eyes?"

Jinran accidentally thought of the popular milk tea advertisements before -

The heroine said: [Ha? I am just a cup of milk tea in your eyes?]

The male protagonist said: [Thus I can hold you in my palm.]

Jinran didn't know if he would be able to answer "so that I can hold him in my palm" and would be shot into a hornet's nest by Jiang Chuan's father. At this moment, he suddenly heard Griffin say suddenly: "I watched the video of you coming out before."

The topic "..." jumped a little quickly.

"live streaming."

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva carefully, and a "gurgle" sounded a little.

"That's pretty good."

The young black-haired man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party would say such affirmative words, let out a long sigh and say, "Thank you."

Fortunately, I didn't say anything ruthless just now, and my heart was beating violently. He turned his eyes back to Jiang Chuan's face and stared silently at the man who was closed with his eyes as if he was just asleep. He thought to himself: If you get married in the future, you can't live under the same roof with your dad. If you are not crazy, I will go crazy first.

Griffin: "Have you used your acting skills well?"

Jingran's forehead jumped: "It's true."

"If you don't believe it, you shouldn't mind? I don't like you guys very much--ah, people who treat different things as eating skills always make people feel insecure."

"..." Can it be less secure than a person with a gun in his pocket?

“I like simpler people.”

Hahahahahahahahahahaha Jiang Chuan wake up and listen to your dad telling jokes! Jingran said again, "When I was with him, I was indeed the simple one in most cases... so simple that I feel a little stupid."

Jinran felt that his answer was probably not bad, because he saw Griffin showing a satisfied expression in the shadow: "I also heard that you were Andre's lover in high school."

Jingran's forehead thuds: "Rumor, I'm not very familiar with him."

Griffin: "I was invited to attend Andre's 18th birthday party. I accidentally saw your photos in this young master's wallet. Would you put the photos of strangers in your wallet? It's a group photo."

"You've recognized the wrong person."

"I remember deeply. At that time, I thought about a question seriously and ridiculously: Are the heirs of the mafia all over the world ready to find a heaven and come back to be a partner?"

“…”

"I didn't expect that a few years later I was slapped in the face by my own son."

“…”

"It's better to steal the one Andre likes. At least I remember that your country is a country with a large population. As for the two young masters with important backgrounds who snatch one person and lose their heads?"

Probably because I'm so good.

Jinran twitched the corners of his lips and wanted to burst out laughing loudly - the policeman checked the household registration, but he finally experienced the helplessness and hatred of Jiang Chuan when he mentioned his father... He was so nervous that he was afraid that the old man would find any new topics to torture him. Jinran almost walked out of his previous guilt towards Jiang Chuan. At this moment, Griffin suddenly said: "

After thinking about it, Jinran said: "Sorry, even if you say that, I won't leave."

Griffin rolled up the corners of his lips and showed an unknown smile for the first time. If his close subordinates saw this scene, they might have already left the door. However, when they saw it, they just said foolishly: "You father and son smiled like they were."

"Is that true?" Griffin's smile widened a little. "I am not as stupid as my son. I think it's a problem with my educational philosophy."

“…”

"Your family doesn't object to you being with a man?"

Jiang Chuan, your dad is really annoying.

"It's okay." Jinran felt that he could still answer the old man's 100,000 whys so calmly, which was really polite.

"But my son needs an heir. I can ignore his relationship with anyone, but it must be based on this possibility."

Jinran felt his stomach twitching: he had been avoiding this problem one-sidedly. He was confident that he could give Jiang Chuan anything, but this one, he knew that he could not do it.

He lowered his head and did not speak.

He could use any language to refute and convince Griffin to let him be with his son, but if this is mentioned...

He didn't know how to answer.

After making the remarks of "I won't leave", not long after, the young black-haired man was quickly slapped in the face by reality - the visiting time was up, and his own head was bleeding and needed rest, so he was soon carried back to the ward by Dr. Mo himself.

When he left, he heard Griffin ask behind his butt: "How about IVF?"

Jinran was slightly stunned and turned around, only having time to see the ward door being closed in front of his face.

…………………What the hell.

...

When I returned to the ward, I was bored and could only pass the time online. I watched the news online and found that the Internet was still bloody and bloody on the Internet. Many netizens spontaneously launched the "Stop the Internet Violence" campaign, with the purpose of calling on people to treat various news calmly and minimize criticism and accusations of public figures before finding out the truth.

This is a good thing,

Jinran looked around and found that the news of his injury and Jiang Chuan had not been leaked yet. His Weibo post was full of people who apologized to him and hoped that he would stand up and say something.

Maybe I wanted to see him scold those who were blackmailing him with pride.

In fact, Jinran felt that this really doesn't matter. This incident hurts him a lot and brings him a lot of trouble. But he also knows that there are no strangers who feel that he has done a very bad thing and cannot eat or sleep because he has wronged him. Whether he will be forgiven by him or not, they will soon put this matter behind and continue their lives.

So he was unwilling to focus his attention on these people.

I will never forgive, but I will not blame anything again.

He just pulled himself out, watched coldly, and focused on his own affairs.

Seeing that his emotions stabilized, Fang Yu sat a little relieved and was sitting with him while peeling apples. At this time, he heard the person sitting on the bed in a daze suddenly stop browsing Weibo, raised his head and asked: "Brother Fang, is the technology of IVF matured?"

"It's probably mature in a very developed country."

“Is there any operability?”

"Humans have even gone up the moon. What's the point of being rich... Why ask this? Pay attention to the concept of being rich. In front of that kind of person, you are a poor middle-aged and lower-level farmer at best."

"oh."

"What are you thinking about?"

"No."

Jinran answered absent-mindedly, quit Weibo and clicked on WeChat, casually looked at the congratulations from all directions on WeChat, chatting for a few words for familiar things, and replying to the unfamiliar things. He turned to the comments about Luo Cheng mentioned earlier that he wanted to take advantage of his shaking role in Sichuan Na. The child said some touching words in a long and long manner.

If he hadn't known what he had done behind his back, Jinran would have almost believed in his sincerity.

He replied with a quick reply, "Haha:)" and clicked to send in response. He put down his tablet and looked at the table below to find that it was the healthy nap time for the elderly. He thought that the human-type Q&A machine in Jiang Chuan's room should go to bed. He was about to get up and go to his wife's ward to visit the prison. At this time, he suddenly heard his WeChat ringing wildly. He paused when he got out of bed. He turned his head and then saw the huge smiling face of Wang Mo's avatar on the screen.

【The other party invites you to chat with audio and video. Do you accept it?”

He hesitated for a while, but pressed the button of acceptance. He was ready to hear Wang Mo startled at the bandage on his head. Unexpectedly, the moment the video was opened, he saw a huge and serious furry face on the other side of the camera.

Jingran: "………”

Wang Mo's cat's waist was straight, squatting in front of the camera like a nobleman in cat. It lowered its head and stared at the young black hair on the side of the video without any moment. The moment the two of them looked at each other, it cracked its mouth, revealing its small fangs, and screamed "meow".

Be cautious: ""

What the hell is this?

Jinran opened his voice and shouted at the video: "Wang Mo, your Doraemon is going to mess around again - hey, why did you train it to look so much like Jiang Chuan, you are perverted!"

There was no response from Wang Mo there.

On the contrary, the cat raised its fluffy claws and guessed a few claws on the tablet. A lot of discontinuous words appeared in the dialog box. Jingran was so cute that it looked domineering, stupid and stupid. She was about to tease the cat from the air. At this time, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Doraemon is still meowing.

He looked up again with the blue-eyed cat for a few seconds.
Chapter completed!