Ling Xingmo said this, not to make Father Jian feel how good Jian Shen was doing, but purely to let him know.

Maybe it's because he has the same empathy as Jian Shen for his son who is not valued by his father, so he said such a sentence more.

Jian's father never had too many feelings for him and his wife's three children, so years of neglect of education led to the eldest son being arrogant and ruthless, the eldest daughter being selfish and domineering, and the second son ...... Indecisive and indisputable.

Jian Shen In such a family, his brother and sister are such strong people, he naturally didn't dare to fight with them since he was a child, and he couldn't be strong.

Father Jian opened his mouth when he heard Ling Xingmo's words, and finally only said one sentence, "Shen'er, he is a good boy." ”

Hearing this, Ling Xingmo didn't say anything, and only asked Ren to revise the contract quickly.

Father Jian knew that Jian Shen was good, and he never favored him after all.

All his fatherly love was given to the child of the woman he had loved.

Before Father Jian signed the contract, he asked again uneasily, "Does Shen'er know these things?"

"Hmm. Ling Xingmo only squeezed out such a sound from his throat, and then added: "Including the fact that you were punished by me to go to Africa." ”

"I ...... Go to Africa?" Father Jane didn't know about it yet.

"Shouldn't you be responsible for your past mistakes?" Ling Xingmo ignored Father Jian's surprise and just replied lightly.

Father Jian was silent for a long time, and finally seemed to accept this ending, answered "yes", and then took a pen and wrote his name on the agreement.

It's just that his body is a little rickety, and he writes very slowly, as if he is digesting the current situation, and it seems that this can delay time.

Ling Xingmo didn't urge him, just asked him to write stroke by stroke, and he would finish writing after all.

Yes, how long can you write a two-word name? It should only take a few minutes at most.

After Ling Xingmo took the agreement, with a stroke of his pen, his name was written.

Putting down the pen and paper, Ling Xingmo asked, "Tell me, who is the person behind who instructed you to do this?"

Although he had already signed an agreement with Ling Xingmo, Father Jian still seemed to be a little resistant to talking about this matter, but in the end he still said: "That person should know, no, it should be said that it has a lot to do with you, he is ...... Ji Hanchen. ”

It was a person with the surname Ji, but why wasn't it the person he guessed? Ling Xingmo frowned slightly.

Father Jian said before Ling Xingmo could ask, "His current name should be ...... Economy. ”

Ling Xingmo's eyebrows relaxed, it was him.

In other words, it used to be called ...... Ji Hanchen is his cousin.

When it was rumored that his cousin had died, all information about his identity had disappeared, so he didn't know what his cousin's name was.

And Ji Fei, who has never seen his biological father a few times since he was a child, doesn't know even more.

But now that he only heard this name, knowing that this name meant the same person as Jing Yan, Ling Xingmo subconsciously determined that it was him.

"How did he contact you?" Ling Xingmo asked in a sparse tone.

"Telephone. ”

"You've been in touch with him for so many years?"

"No, it's just that some time ago, before you and Shen'er were going to wipe out the Locke family, he called me and asked me to stop Shen'er's actions. ”

"How did you meet him in the first place?"

"At the beginning, he said he was Ting'er's mother's cousin, and I met him through Ting'er's mother. It's just that later, I had doubts about his identity, and after so many years of checking, I finally figured out his identity......"

......

After talking to Father Jian, Ling Xingmo drove away alone.

He went to Ji Tiancheng's cemetery, "Grandpa, it's finally confirmed that it's him today, how much do you know about what happened to him back then?"

Ling Xingmo knew that there would be no answer, but he still asked such a sentence, probably because he was really too confused now.

Ling Xingmo stood alone in front of the graves of his grandfather and grandmother, looking at them for a long time.

He didn't step away until the sun had sunk above his head to the horizon.

It's just that before leaving, I saw Jing Yi coming over with two bouquets of chrysanthemums.

Ling Xingmo was surprised by Jing Yi's arrival, and Jing Yi was even more surprised to meet Ling Xingmo here.

When the two met, it was Jing Yi who opened his mouth first, "I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

"What are you doing here?" Ling Xingmo didn't have a politeness, and asked directly.

Jing Yi curled the corners of his lips when he heard this, "I didn't expect you to have a low IQ, what can you do here?" Of course, it is to worship the deceased. ”

Ling Xingmo ignored Jing Yi's sneer, and just continued to ask, "What kind of old people do you worship?"

"Mr. Ling may not have too many problems today, I don't seem to have to tell Mr. Ling who I worship. ”

When Ling Xingmo heard this, he didn't say anything more, just glanced at Jing Yi deeply, and then left.

Jing Yi glanced at Ling Xingmo's back, and then frowned and revealed a trace of superfluous expression, a little puzzled.

But after all, he didn't say anything and went to worship the two men, and he didn't understand why his father had asked him to worship them.

If he remembered correctly, this person was Ling Xingmo's grandmother.

But no matter how doubtful he was, Jing Yi still went to worship, and he never dared not listen to his father's words.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he left the cemetery, Ling Xingmo hadn't left yet.

To be honest, the picture of Ling Xingmo leaning in front of the car door in this dusk evening, even Jing Yi felt that it was too beautiful to be real.

If it weren't for the fact that he and Ling Xingmo were naturally enemies, maybe he would appreciate a person like Ling Xingmo.

But after all, there is no such thing as an if.

After thinking like this, Jing Yi walked straight to Ling Xingmo's side and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Ling Xingmo didn't answer and asked, "Your father asked you to come?"

Jing Yi didn't speak, but his fleeting eyes had already let Ling Xingmo know the answer.

"Why did you come here today?" Ling Xingmo then asked.

"This has nothing to do with Mr. Ling. Jing Yi said after reacting.

"Doesn't it have anything to do with me that you worship my grandparents?"

Jing Yi hooked his lips and said, "Mr. Ling really said something wrong today, I didn't worship your grandfather, only your grandmother." ”

Hearing this, Ling Xingmo frowned, a little unclear.

Seeing this, Jing Yi was in a good mood, and finally there was something that Ling Xingmo couldn't figure out, so he said uncontrollably in a good mood: "My father said that your grandmother can still be worshipped if she is okay, but your grandfather is not worthy at all. So your grandmother can get two bouquets of flowers, but your grandpa can't get one. ”

When the words fell, Ling Xingmo's eyes became cloudy, and before Jing Yi could react, he was knocked to the ground by Ling Xingmo's punch.