Divorce tonight, I will turn around and marry a top boss for the second time

Mr. Zhou was so angry at these words that he almost had a myocardial infarction, but he could do nothing about it.

If someone spoke to him like this, he would definitely teach the other person a lesson.

But the person who said this was Zhou Jinfan. He had no doubt that if he said anything harsh to his grandson, he would immediately quit his job.

After considering for a while, Mr. Zhou decided to play the emotional card with Zhou Jinfan.

He said helplessly in a soft tone: "Jin Fan, no matter what you think, Ajie regards you as his closest person. After so many years, he still only listens to you."

Zhou Jinfan remained silent and used his actions to tell Mr. Zhou his attitude.

The grandfather and grandson just confronted each other in silence. Grandpa Zhou's patience was almost exhausted several times. He wanted to yell and tell Zhou Jinfan that he was his grandfather, but in the end he held back.

He felt like his liver was aching from enduring so much. It was really frustrating for a grandfather to have to endure this.

In the end, neither the grandfather nor the grandson was willing to give in first, so Mr. Zhou simply hung up the phone, turning a blind eye.

He turned around and complained to the housekeeper, Old Wu, beside him: "Look at this brat, he's really outrageous. I asked him to take care of Ajie, but he told me it was not within his job scope!"

A hint of helplessness flashed in Old Wu's eyes, and he smoothed over the hair with ease: "Don't get angry with yourself. The young master is young and hot-tempered. He will understand your good intentions in the future."

Mr. Zhou snorted coldly: "I hope so."

In fact, deep down, Mr. Zhou really admired Zhou Jinfan's temperament. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and had the backbone and momentum of the Zhou family.

This is how the young master of the Zhou family should be.

But when this temper fell on Mr. Zhou himself, he felt a little uncomfortable.

So he loves and hates Zhou Jinfan.

Zhou Jinfan put away his phone and adjusted his mood before walking into the house.

It was getting dark and the lights were turned on in the hall. Nancy and Zhou Anan were playing in the house. When they saw him come in, both the big and small looked at him with bright eyes.

"Daddy, hug me."

"Hubby, look at what An An and I have done."

The white light shone on Nancy and Zhou Anan, giving them a halo, like angels who had strayed into the human world.

Zhou Jinfan's feet seemed to be nailed to the spot and he couldn't move. His heart felt warm as if it was wrapped in a pair of warm hands.

All the haze disappeared as if by magic. At this moment, Zhou Jinfan felt that the meaning of home had been concretized.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

His daughter's childish call brought him back to his senses. He smiled, walked to his daughter, bent down and picked her up.

"Come on, let Dad see what An An and Mom are doing?"

An An excitedly held up a handmade sticker and said, "Look, Dad, this is the 'family portrait' that Mom and I made together."

Zhou Jinfan couldn't help laughing as he looked at the very abstract family portrait on the small drawing board.

"An An and Mom are awesome."

An An was praised and smiled with her eyes curved.

Nancy also smiled and rubbed An An's furry little head: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Hmm..." An An began to think seriously for a while.

"An An eats whatever Dad cooks. An An loves Dad's cooking the most."

This answer was something neither of them had expected. Zhou Jinfan smiled and pinched his daughter's face: "Did An An eat candy today? Your mouth is so sweet."

Nancy also looked at her daughter with surprise: "An An, who taught you to say that?"

Zhou Anan shook her little head and said in a baby voice, "No one taught Anan."

It is said that sincerity is the killer skill. This sincere speech inspired Zhou Jinfan's deep love for his daughter. He immediately decided to prepare a luxurious meal for Zhou Anan so as not to let his daughter down.

After dinner, Nancy told stories to her daughter while Zhou Jinfan started cleaning.

After everything was cleaned up, Zhou Jinfan and Nancy coaxed An An to sleep together.

Zhou Anan lay in the soft and comfortable quilt, looking at her father and mother, and finally closed her sleepy eyes.

There was a small night light on the bedside, emitting a faint warm yellow light.

Nancy glanced sideways at the man's perfect profile, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Husband, are you unhappy?"

Zhou Jinfan was stunned and looked at her puzzledly: "Why do you ask that?"

She pursed her lips, and the image of Zhou Jinfan coming back after the phone call appeared in her mind.

He has always been calm and composed, but at that time there were clouds in his eyes, and his whole body exuded a sense of depression, appearing a little fragile.

After so many years of marriage, Zhou Jinfan has always been emotionally stable and rarely shows his emotions like this.

"Ever since you came in after answering the phone this afternoon, I felt like something wasn't right with you."

Zhou Jinfan did not answer immediately, but kissed his daughter on the forehead, then stood up and took Nancy out of his daughter's room.

After coming out, he hugged Nancy and buried his face in her neck.

"Nancy, I'm not unhappy, on the contrary I'm very happy. When I felt that you and our daughter needed me, I felt very happy and had no regrets in my life." His tone was a little emotional.

Nancy was a little amused and confused. She never expected this to happen.

She reached out and patted the man on the back twice: "Husband, I feel very happy to marry you. I really hope that such an ordinary and happy life can last a lifetime."

Zhou Jinfan's back stiffened for a moment, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he felt even more guilty towards Nancy in his heart.

After a while, Nancy let him go, her expression gentle: "Okay, it's getting late, go wash up and go to bed."

The next day, Zhou Jinfan left home early.

While sitting in the car, Zhu Di called.

"Brother, I found out that Zhou Junjie is currently staying at the Lihua Hotel, room number 17**."

"okay, I get it."

After finding out Zhou Junjie's location, Zhou Jinfan turned the car around and drove towards the Lihua Hotel.

Lihua Hotel.

Nan Li changed her previous attire of a noble lady and wore a fresh and casual outfit with a pink and white hollow-top sun hat on her head. Her figure was just right, and this outfit made her look like a college student who had just entered society.

Nan Li was sitting in the waiting area of ​​the hotel lobby, holding up her cell phone to cover her face, but her eyes were darting around, and there was a hint of anxiety on her delicately made-up face.

In order to contact that handsome brother again, she came here early in the morning and waited for the real person to show up.

As a result, I waited for nearly two hours, but still didn’t see anyone. I don’t know when the handsome brother will wake up.

Nan Li looked at her watch. It was 9:10.

While keeping her eye on the direction of the elevator, she took out a small mirror from her bag and checked her makeup.

This time she was determined to take him down in perfect condition.

After checking her makeup, Nan Li glared at the front stage with resentment.

It's all the fault of these clueless idiots. If they had just told her the handsome brother's room number, why would she have to wait here?