"I am your father."

Mr. Hawke's words echoed in her ears, and Qiao Shanquan couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

What's the matter, isn't it here to talk about investment cooperation? How did the style of painting change abruptly, from a business war to an ethical drama? There are still people who take the initiative to recognize their relatives in these years? The drama is old-fashioned, hey.

No, after Qiao Shanquan intuitively thought that this was a hoax and a trap, she remembered a certain conversation that was about to be forgotten in time - "I lived in Florence ...... with my mother", and Ferry seemed to imply that his father, who had never shown his face and had never taken responsibility, seemed to be an Italian.

She had heard of the Borromeo family, which, unlike the Medici, was more secretive and unobtrusive, an old Italian family with a very long history.

When Ben Robert told Josan that the Borromeo family from Italy was interested in working with her and investing in her personal brand, she felt something was wrong. Her works are characterized by modern design, simple, smooth and neat, which is more in line with the preferences of fast-paced modern urbanites like New York.

It wasn't until this moment that she understood.

The drunkard on the other side did not mean to drink, this Mr. Hawke Borromeo just wanted to take the opportunity to get close to his son.

After thinking about this, Qiao Shanquan was much more relieved.

She has always been haunted by the loss of her design, but if she loses because of blood relationship, it is easier for her to accept. She cares a lot about Ferry, which does not contradict her insistence and pride in her brand.

It would not be a good thing if she could let him recognize and reunite with his father through her clothing business.

But when Qiao Shanquan saw Fei Li's expression clearly, her heart sank.

Ferry's expression at this moment can definitely not be called the joy of reunion after a long absence. On the contrary, with a defense that borders on hatred, he is stingy to give each other even a little more glance, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

"I don't have a father." The man squeezed out the words hard, grabbed Qiao Shanquan's wrist, pulled her and left.

His wrist was pinched by him, Qiao Shanquan frowned slightly, pursed her lips without saying a word, and followed his strength.

The secretary looked back and forth in a panic, holding the documents and chasing out: "Miss Qiaoqi, please wait!" ”

Ben Robert was completely forgotten by the others, and he sat blankly in his chair, lonely and abrupt.

Hawke stood still, his silent figure cast long on the floor.

Dust flutters in the air, like the crumbs of time that have been overturned, condensing memories into a bunch and drifting in the wind with vicissitudes.

dragged Qiao Shanquan into the elevator, Fei Li pressed the door button hard, ignoring the secretary who caught up.

The car shook gently and slowly descended.

Glancing at the man's iron-blue face, Qiao Shanquan frowned: "Bearded, you ......"

"Shut up."

Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Qiao Shanquan was choked by his rude tone, and was about to continue to say something, but Ferry turned around and pulled her into his arms, and couldn't help but grab her red lips and block all her words and breathing.

Closing her eyes, Qiao Shanquan could feel how much pain was hidden in the man's movements who were churning between her teeth. She relaxed, did not resist uselessly, wrapped her other hand around his shoulder without being caught, gently stroked the roots of his thick hair, and played with the stubble on the back of the man's neck.

Her actions worked.

Like a beast with its scales caressed, Ferry's movements gradually ceased to be swift and gentle, hooking the tip of her tongue and slowly entangled, licking her lower lip ambiguously.

"Ding—"

The elevator arrived, and there were several people waiting for the elevator standing outside the door.

Seeing a couple of men and women kissing tightly in the elevator, they avoided their gaze one after another, and some people reddened the tips of their ears in embarrassment.

With a chuckle, the gloom in Ferry faded away, he let go of Qiao Shanquan, handed his hand to her sideways, interlocked his fingers with her, and walked out of the elevator side by side.

Looking up at the sky, Qiao Shanquan sighed heavily.

"Forget it, just do what you want, just start over and continue to contact other investors."

Ferry was stunned: "You ......"

Qiao Shanquan tilted her head and looked at him with a smile: "After those changes just now, do you think I will still cooperate with them?" It's a pity that although I have a big heart, I can't do such a selfish thing. But ......" shrugged, and she playfully used her hand as a gun and aimed at him, "You have to be responsible for my losses." ”

Ferry was hot, he looked at her earnestly, and said in a tone of almost promised prudence: "Of course, I said that everything I have is also yours, and you have the right to dispose of them as long as you need them." ”

"Including Montero Manor?"

"Hmm."

"Well, bearded, listen," Qiao Shanquan turned around and grabbed him by the collar, and proudly tapped his chin with her knuckles, "I won't let you sell it." Do you hear that? If you can't open your mouth, then I'll go and say, I'll go to your Uncle Russell's family and tell them that the estate is not for sale! Even the part of the land that has already been sold by them will one day be bought back. That's ours, it's yours, it's mine, it's Juan, and it can't be handed over to those two irresponsible guys. ”

Ferry's mind was drawn to the red and swollen bruises on her wrists, and he looked guilty and whispered, "But I have promised them......"

"I have the final say, I'm in charge of this matter." Qiao Shanquan had a tough attitude and glared at him.

She also misses the fertile pastures of water and grass, and plans to wait until the time when the grass grows and the warbler flies, return to Argentina, select the best horses on the estate, and indulge in galloping.

As a result, this guy didn't have her permission, didn't discuss anything with her, and sold the manor without his own permission!

"By the way, last time you said that there were ill-intentioned guys in the manor, and what happened later?" Remembering the few words she heard a few days ago, Qiao Shanquan changed the topic.

"I thought you weren't interested in any of that." Ferrie took her hand, his fingertips slowly rubbing the finger marks on her wrist that he had left behind.

"That's what you think, don't speculate, okay?"

Ferry didn't argue with her, and went on to say, "The worker secretly contacted people outside the manor to deliver news. Mr. Antonio found fault in the work he was responsible for and fired him. Then he sent two more trusted workers to continue to associate with him, to see who he was going to take refuge in next. But...... You can't imagine where he ended up. ”

Hearing him say this, it seemed that there was something else going on, and Qiao Shanquan suddenly became interested: "Come on, who did the dismissed guy meet?" ”

"Do you remember my cousin named Armando?" Ferry put back on his sunglasses, blocking out the eyes that had gathered at him along the way. Getting into the taxi, he pressed Qiao Shanquan to his chest in a protective and possessive gesture.

"Is that him?" Qiao Shanquan got up with a hard face, and there was disbelief written in her bright eyes: "Oh my God, it could be that guy, he is also coveting your manor?" Bearded, your relatives are all calculating you, you are so pathetic. As she spoke, she fondly stroked his shaggy brown curls.

Did she think of herself as Juan? Ferry grimaced in frustration: "I haven't got any definite evidence yet, but he and Armando were seen meeting in town, and the two came into contact several times." Then they lost the man. ”

"Lost? It's useless. Qiao Shanquan was extremely disappointed, pursed her lips, and let go of his sleeve.

Until she returned to the apartment, Qiao Shanquan was still thinking about this matter, and chased after Fei Li and asked questions.

In the end, Ferry was annoyed by her questioning, and grabbed someone and pressed him against the wall to kiss him.

The two got carried away and fell asleep.

Juan dragged the teddy bear doll down from upstairs rubbing his eyes, stepped on the side of his pajama pants and fell, making a loud noise.

Qiao Shanquan blushed and raised her knees to kick away the man who was pressing on her.

"Juan, baby, come and show me, where did you fall?"

With red eyes, Juan buried his head in Qiao Shanquan's neck, and secretly glanced at his father who bent over to show a painful expression, he was startled, and quickly turned his head away, and whispered in her ear: "Teddy protected me, I don't hurt, it hurts." ”

Qiao Shanquan laughed, scratched the little guy's nose, and hugged him to get up: "Our Juan is so brave, and your little friend, it is also very brave." Let's go, let's go upstairs, what did you do at home alone, tell Qiaoqi okay? ”

“damn！” Fei Li took a cold breath, his handsome face was blue, and he gritted his teeth and watched the woman's graceful back leave. He clutched the place where she had been pushed and collapsed on the couch for a long time before he could recover.

Night.

Qiao Shanquan walked up to the roof with two bottles of beer and found the man who was sitting on the edge of the rooftop smoking a cigarette.

Turning his head to look at her, Ferry snuffed out the cigarette butt with two fingers, waved his hand to disperse the smoke around him, turned around and pulled her up, and let her sit beside him.

"Are you thinking about life?" Qiao Shanquan smiled and handed him the beer.

Taking the cold bottle, Ferry pinched the cap and handed it back to her: "No, I'm looking at the stars." ”

- It's quite emotional, I can't see it.

Qiao Shanquan glanced at him teasingly, and lowered her head to take a sip of the frothy beer.

Leaning over to wipe the beer foam from her lips with his fingertips, Ferry looked dark: "Have I fully satisfied your curiosity?" The guy I met during the day......"

Qiao Shanquan shrank because of the strength and heat of his fingers, she raised her eyes, and her eyes were clear: "I'm not curious." If you are willing to say, naturally you will tell me. Again...... Ferry Montero, whom I know, has nothing to do with who his father is, he is a messy farmer with a big beard, owns a manor, has a bad temper at times, and is stubborn enough to make people hate it......"

The lights of New York are circulating under their feet, and the bustling city of Manhattan is full of pedestrians and vehicles.

Staring sideways into the shallow smile in her eyes, Ferry couldn't help but move closer, his fingertips touching the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Shanquan was talking happily, but he interrupted and asked lightly with bated breath.

Ferry looked at her and was silent.

Closing her eyes, Qiao Shanquan tilted her head back, feeling his fingertips carefully roaming over his face, stroking his eyebrows, smoothing them at the end of his eyebrows, and then down, to the corners of her eyes, pityfully tracing the shape of her eyes over and over again, brushing the eyelashes that rose and fell with his breath.

His hands were warm, with a heat different from the night wind, and every skin he touched gradually became hot, burning all the way to the bottom of his heart.

The man's fingers slowly slid down the wing of her nose and pressed against her lips.

Qiao Shanquan gasped lightly, and the sporadic flames were lit by him, converging into an anxious flame, hovering in her body, and it only took him a little more force to burst into flames.

"Georgie."

"Huh?" He gently stroked everywhere he went, causing bursts of itching, and Qiao Shanquan's lazy and slightly sandy tone was blown away by the wind and drifted into the distance.

She felt his hand land on the side of her neck, and he must have felt her unusually fierce pulse beating.

The tips of her ears were dyed with a layer of pink, and Qiao Shanquan waited for him to take further action, ready to be picked by him to his heart's content.

The curtain is sweeping the ground, the galaxy is splendid, and it is exciting to come up on the rooftop!

Ferry looked at her with her eyes closed amusefully, almost with the expectation of "Come on, come on me" written on his face, he withdrew his hand, flicked her eyebrows, got up and pulled her up: "Go back, it's cold at night." ”

Standing stupidly looking at him, Qiao Shanquan couldn't react.

Only...... Gone? He looked at her with an affectionate and tender drunken gaze, and called her name in her ear with a foul sexy magnetic voice, teasing her to the point that she was wet, and as a result, he didn't plan to do anything?

Ferry stopped and looked at her suspiciously, "Not leaving?" ”

Angrily killed him and slammed him away, Qiao Shanquan didn't forget to give him the middle finger: "You can only sleep on the rooftop tonight!" ”

Looking down and touching his nose, Ferry hid the corners of his lips and smiled.

When she locked herself in the room, the man paced around the studio downstairs twice, pulled out his phone, and pressed down a set of numbers.

After a long wait, someone on the other end of the phone replied: "Ferry, it's rare for you kid to take the initiative to contact me." Hey, wait...... Xiaobai, you close the door! Whew, it's finally clear, I'm at a party tonight, and the music is too loud to hear. Ferry, what are you looking for me? Let's say, there's no need to be polite between the two of us. ”

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