Song Zhicheng was speechless, and his eyes fell on Fu Xingzhi's face with frost.

The two men looked at each other, neither admitting defeat or backing down.

"Wanwan has no parents and has suffered so much to come back to me, I will not let her be hurt again." Song Zhicheng's tone was much better, but his attitude was still very tough: "Fu Xingzhi, you are not suitable!" ”

"How does the old man know that we are not suitable?" Fu Xingzhi twisted his sword eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he was surging: "Except for you, I am the most loving person in the world." Even if I can be with Qiaoqiao, even if you let me die now, I will not hesitate. ”

Not afraid of death?

Scold!

Song Zhicheng smiled indifferently.

He has lived for so many years, and he has never seen a man who doesn't even want his life for a woman.

People like Fu Xingzhi may just be on a whim, and when the interest is gone, he will kick Wanwan away.

Song Zhicheng moved his thin lips, the corners of his mouth outlined a cold and sarcastic smile, and he said in a low voice: "Who do you think the Song family is going to let others die?" ”

"Fu Xingzhi, this is the difference between our three views!"

Hearing this, Fu Xingzhi's face turned a little pale, and his knees were painful and sore, but there was no displeasure on his face.

His Jojo, it's worth it!

"I knew I didn't deserve her, so I kept trying to change. I will be what Jojo wants me to become. ”

Fu Xingzhi was unusually calm: "If you can't change it in one day, it doesn't matter if it's a month, a year or ten years." ”

As he spoke, the man raised his eyes to look at Song Zhicheng, and his eyes were red: "I can do without anything, but I can't do without Qiaoqiao." ”

"Old man, I hope you can give me a chance, and I will let you see my sincerity."

Song Zhicheng stared at him, listening to his resolute words, and then thinking of the scene where Qiao Wan was desperate to protect him just now, he felt that his eyes were bloodshot and his thoughts were confused.

In the end, is she still going to be like her mother, stuck in a dead end?

——

Qiao Wan was locked in the room by the housekeeper, squatting nervously at the door, watching the time pass minute by minute.

Fu Xingzhi hadn't come back yet, and there was no sound at the door.

It's been so long, what does the Grandpa tell him?

Will it do it again?

The more she thought about it, the more flustered Qiao Wan became.

Just as she stood up and was about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and Fu Xingzhi's tall and straight figure appeared in front of her.

The man's face was not very good, but his eyes were full of tenderness and doting, and he was staring at her affectionately.

Seeing him, Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then immediately grabbed his hands and checked up and down with red eyes: "Did Grandpa treat you well?" ”

When he saw the stick mark on his shoulder, Qiao Wan's tears suddenly fell.

"Nope!" Fu Xingzhi stared at her lazily: "What are you crying for?" ”

Qiao Wan stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck, buried herself in his arms and sobbed quietly, her voice was particularly hurtful: "I hurt you again." ”

"I can't die." Fu Xingzhi raised his hand and gently touched her hair, and his voice was so spoiled: "Although your grandfather still doesn't agree to let me be with you for the time being, sooner or later I will satisfy him." ”

He could understand why Song Zhicheng didn't agree, after all, he used to be like that.

If he had a granddaughter, he would not be willing to marry someone like him.

"My grandfather felt guilty about my mother and wanted to take good care of me. So after our relationship was suddenly exposed, he was still angry......"

"So, let him calm down for a while." Fu Xingzhi softly reassured.

As soon as the words fell, Song Zhicheng appeared behind him.

Seeing the movements of the two, his brows furrowed, but he felt powerless.