Author: White Peach Sweet Porridge

Feng Fuce got into the car with his wife and children.

The bodyguard immediately closed the door and drove back in the car.

Feng Linxing looked at the iron box, which contained a soft seat and a bright light, and was very curious.

Bai Zhi'er sat next to Feng Fuce, and the old man's eyes fell on her.

Feng Fuce took the initiative to introduce: "This is my wife, Miss Bai."

"Madam, he is the richest man in city B, Mr. Zeng, whom I just mentioned."

Bai Zhier was dignified, generous, gentle and elegant: "Hello, Mr. Zeng."

Mr. Zeng was flattered and frightened: "I don't dare, I thought I would never have the chance to see you again in this life."

"Mr. Feng, I am eighty-seven years old this year. How many more years can I live?"

Bai Zhier immediately looked at Feng Fuce.

No wonder she felt that as soon as she saw this old man, he looked like he was about to die.

Judging from his face, it was obvious that he must have been dead for twenty years.

When Mr. Zeng finished asking, Bai Zhier guessed that he must have made a deal with Feng Fuce to survive for such a long time.

Feng Fuce was not surprised by his request.

He just said lightly: "When you were twenty years old, in order to let your father live ten more years, you gave up ten years of your life to me; when you were thirty years old, in order to make a fortune, you gave up your newborn daughter's life to me.

I. When you were fifty years old, you got cancer. In order to survive, you gave me your grandson's life. Mr. Zeng, with all due respect, you seem to have nothing to trade with me now."

Feng Fuce adjusted his sleeves: "In other words, you are very old and have too few valuable things."

Bai Zhi'er clicked her tongue when she heard this.

The human heart becomes greedy and is more ruthless than the devil!

The lives of your own daughter and your own grandson are both tools of trade.

She was afraid that her son would be a bad learner, so she immediately turned to look at Fenglin Star.

Fortunately, the little guy didn't listen to them at all. Instead, he lay down between the driver and the co-pilot, curiously watching the bodyguard drive.

He was very interested in the turning "circle" (steering wheel).

Mr. Zeng sat up straight with difficulty.

He gasped and said: "Mr. Feng, in order to see you, I had to come out of the critical illness ward with a ventilator on my back. Doesn't this prove my loyalty to you?"

"I have been serving you all my life. Now, I just want to live a few more years. This is not difficult for you! In order to survive, I am willing to give everything I have now, reputation, status, company, wealth

, all for you!”

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a moment, and then said: "You started from scratch and built your business empire with your own blood and sweat. Are you willing to give up like this?"

Mr. Zeng smiled bitterly and said: "What's the use of having money and status? My wife hated me for cheating on me when I was young. She didn't even come to see me when I was seriously ill and dying."

"My four sons and two illegitimate sons have resorted to all kinds of dirty tricks for shares and money. A while ago, my eldest son actually wanted to take advantage of my critical illness to force me to sign a contract."

"I always thought that I worked hard for this family to get ahead! But when I was dying, there was no one around me. The people who came to approach me were all for my money. It's even harder to be sincere!"

Bai Zhi'er looked at him and felt a little sad and deserved.

When I was young, I was selfish and ignored my family's feelings. I could only bear the consequences I planted.

Mr. Zeng wiped his tears and said firmly: "So, you can take them all. I don't need to live long, three years, three years is enough."
Chapter completed!