People often have a cold thought, we usually call it the sixth sense, when the lightning is shining, the only connection that comes to Su Xiang's mind is this.

But as the saying goes, a hammer has to be a stone hammer, and without a solid line of evidence, she still can't tie up all kinds of Tong Li Luocheng.

And even if Li Luocheng has any holiday with Li Sinian, Li Sinian has also been punished by the law, and Li Luocheng has reached out to Zhou Chongliang, among them, the most important link is missing.

Zhou Sichen hugged her with one hand and took the folder at the head of the bed with the other hand, the blue plastic partition had been slightly yellowed, and it could be seen that it had been stored for a long time, and the iron clip on which the paper was pressed began to bubble with fine rust bubbles.

Yes, paper contracts, in the same format as a few years ago.

Su Xiang turned a few pages back, until she saw the name of Party A and Party B in the lower right corner of the last page, and she raised her head suddenly: "Father and Li Sinian worked together in the early years?"

"Yes. Zhou Sichen asked her to see one of the lines, "Nine years ago, when Li Sinian had just established Sizhou International, this contract can be said to be the strongest east wind that helped him rise in Q City, his father sold him a piece of land, and then Li Yanchuan developed a real estate, I asked Li Yanchuan to check the bids of various companies that year, but Li Sinian's price was the lowest among many companies." ”

"It's a loss-making business. ”

"Yes. ”

Zhou Sichen turned the page back, and it was a group photo, in which the two men in the photo were arm in hand, looking very good.

Zhou Sichen: "Later, my father and Li Sinian often made appointments to play ball, archery, and horseback riding, and in less than half a year, the two of them jointly opened a non-profit welfare home in Q City. ”

Tonight's shock came one after another, and Su Xiang felt that he might be a fish on the beach after low tide, and he struggled with his stomach and patted his stomach.

She looked at the photo fixedly, and whispered her guess: "Do you think my father will -"

"No, it won't. Zhou Sichen interrupted her resolutely and decisively.

His voice contained a thousand strengths and trust. It's also strange to say, there will always be some people in this world who you don't like but believe in them unconditionally.

"No," he repeated.

"Zhou Chongliang is not a qualified father, but he will not do such a thing as child trafficking. ”

After so many years of silence without mentioning the three words of Zhou Chongliang, when he spoke again, it was strange and distant, and the man who always looked indifferent and had no smile at anyone in his memory seemed to have walked out of the past few years, and gradually became clear in front of him.

In fact, when he was a child, Zhou Sichen's personality was not as twisted as it is now, and he was still a soft and glutinous child who loved to pull the adult's trouser legs around.

For as long as he can remember, he knew that he had a very great father, and every day he was followed by a large group of uncles and uncles who wore ties, and he looked very imposing, but he rarely spoke to him.

At the age of six or seven, most of the children have just entered school, one day the school assigned a task to come back and ask to do a painting of the name of the whole family, Xiao Zhou Sichen rubbed in the room for a whole afternoon, and at sunset he took the painted painting, and went to the study to find Zhou Chongliang to sign with his little short legs.

He liked his work very much, and of course, he thought his father would like it too.

Xing Chong pushed open the door of the study, and he shouted, "Daddy! Daddy!

The man behind the desk made a silent gesture at him, got up, picked up the phone, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to answer it.

Xiao Zhou Sichen retracted his gaze lonely, and sat quietly on the sofa with both hands holding the drawing paper.

The man's back was high and wide, and he looked up intently, thinking in his heart that he would become such a powerful person when he grew up, followed by a bunch of uncles and uncles in ties, and then Dad would not be so busy anymore!

Wait, wait, Zhou Chongliang's call is particularly long, the man's voice is low and restrained, not angry but threatening, and from time to time he only replies with words like "I know".

Tired of waiting, Zhou Chongliang finally hung up the phone and turned around.

"I went to the company and needed to talk to the nanny at home, or wait for your mother to come back. ”

Zhou Chongliang looked at the little Zhou Sichen who was sitting in a regular manner on the sofa and said.

"But—"

Zhou Chongliang picked up his clothes and went to the door, Zhou Sichen hurriedly trotted to catch up and finish the unfinished words: "The teacher asked the parents to sign, this is the family photo I drew today!"

The little hand grabbed the paper and unfolded it, trying to lift it up.

The footsteps in front of him seemed to stop, and he turned his little head from behind the painting to look.

Zhou Chongliang stopped at the corner, Banzheng's cold face showed a strong impatience, he only glanced at the painting and moved away, "Come back and sign." ”

"But—— oops!"

Xiao Zhou Sichen was busy chasing, and he stepped on the loose shoelaces carelessly, his body lost his balance, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

It hurts a lot.

The child's emotions are very real, and he cried on the spot, looking up at a vague figure not far away with teary eyes, waiting for his father to come and help him.

His knees and palms were hot and painful, a bit like he had been burned by something, and the more he cried, the more energetic he became, "Dad, it hurts, ...... hurt"

The figure in the teary eyes remained motionless.

Moment.

"Get up—"

The man was hoarse, and his voice without a trace of emotion sounded in his ears.

"My son Zhou Chongliang, without cowards, got up on his own. ”

Xiao Zhou Sichen was stunned, he raised his hand and touched a handful of water on his face, and after the tears were wiped away, he was finally able to see the man's entire eyebrows clearly-

Apathy, impatience, and a deep-seated disgust.

Dad hated him.

Why hate him?

Zhou Chongliang really didn't come to help him that afternoon, and Zhou Sichen sat on the ground for a while before getting up. The painting was tripped over and stepped on by one of them, and the paper was torn along the middle, tattered like a corpse.

The empty corridor is full of broken hearts.

The young Zhou Sichen closed the door of trying to have a relationship with his father from that moment, he was quite afraid of him, afraid of not being liked, afraid of being ignored and scolded.

So he carefully tried to play the role of a good son who could do the best, and he did, but he died that day in the corridor with the poor family portrait, and he could not ask for his father's love.

But even Zhou Chongliang is like this, he has been the object of his admiration since he was a child, Zhou Chongliang has a bottom line, at least the bottom line of being a man, Zhou Sichen can bet on all his personality.

"If there is no deal with Li Sinian, then why would Li Luocheng bite him and hold on?" Su Xiang asked.

"This question needs to be answered by the person concerned himself. I will investigate everything clearly and find out what happened back then. ”