After I died, I became the white moonlight of scumbag A's ex-husband

Thinking of the conversation with his patriarch this afternoon, he was in a state of confusion and couldn't make up his mind.

Zongfu's words were obviously caring, urging, and reminding, but in fact they were also an ultimatum.

If the relationship between him and Zong Ying still cannot be eased, he will lose his last support in the Zong family.

Recently, the struggle for power within the Hang family has intensified. Hang Jing's alpha sister, Hang Chen, is at the center of the struggle, and the support of the clan is particularly crucial.

With internal and external troubles, Hang Jing is in a difficult situation.

Unless he can conceive Zongying's child now, all problems will be solved.

However, Zong Ying will definitely not take the initiative to let go, even if he does a small trick to hide it for a while, Zong Ying will know about it sooner or later.

At that time, what will Zongying's attitude be?

Do you hate him more?

Or will he treat him a little differently because of the child who is connected by blood?

Do you want to gamble again?

Hang Jing hesitated.

Sensing Hang Jing's absent-mindedness, Zong Ying raised his eyelids and noticed that the corners of Hang Jing's mouth were a little broken, which was bitten by him last night.

Thinking of the seductive appearance of this person under him last night, he just felt blocked.

"What are you thinking, your eyes are staring straight! You've been out of your mind all day, and you're trying to plot someone again!"

Hang Jing came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, and shook his head slightly: "No, I'm just thinking about the marriage between Xie's family and Xi's family. What kind of gift will I give when the time comes?"

"Oh, is that right? The wedding is still a few months away, don't worry."

Zong Ying glanced at Hang Jing lightly, and said with a cold face, "I want to remind you, the eldest son of Xie is at SS level, if you meet him in the future, stay away."

"SS class?"

Hang Jing knows that the highest AO level is SS level, but it is very rare, and he has never met it in real life.

"Why, are you moved?"

Zong Ying glanced at Hang Jing, and deliberately said sarcastically, "Hang Jing, I know that you can't resist alpha pheromones, whoever it is, as long as the level is higher than you, you can lie down obediently."

"However, I advise you to stop thinking about it. The youngest son of the Xi family is also SS-ranked, and you are only S-ranked, so you are not qualified to compare with others."

Hang Jing's face turned pale, and he explained stiffly: "I didn't mean that, I just asked casually."

"That's right, you have successfully relied on the Zong family, and the Qiansheng Group is no worse than the Xie family."

Zong Ying put down the bowl, stood up, looked at Hang Jing from top to bottom, his eyes were full of contempt, "What's more, you are an S-level, and it is not easy to climb the bed of an SS-level alpha. heart."

Hang Jing sat alone at the dining table, the food gradually changed from warm to cold, and his heart sank to the bottom slowly.

He suddenly wanted a child crazily, his and Zong Ying's child.

Not to strengthen the marriage, not to entangle for interests, but just want to have something tangible to prove that he loves Zongying.

However, if he really did this, Zong Ying would probably hate him to the core.

Hang Jing sat alone in the dining room, the door of the study was not closed, through the crack of the door he saw Zong Ying's busy figure.

The internal situation of Qiansheng Group is currently treacherous. Although Zong Ying has taken the position of executive director, in order to successfully succeed to the chairmanship, in addition to guarding against people with ulterior motives like Zong Qi, he must also convince the shareholders on the board of directors. It took a lot of effort.

Zongfu gradually withdraws from the affairs of the group, and Zongying's workload increases sharply.

Not only must the completion be flawless, but it must also be exceptionally good, and the benefits brought to the group must shock the shareholders. One can imagine the pressure Zongying is under at this stage.

Seeing Zong Ying facing the computer, Hang Jing inadvertently kneaded his eye sockets a few times, showing a little fatigue, and his heart softened again.

Zong Ying was already very tired, Hang Jing thought, he shouldn't add trouble to him at this time.

He stood up, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and then thought about cooking some seafood porridge for Zong Ying's supper.

There are big prawns just brought in by air in the refrigerator, each one is as big as a palm, the meat is delicious, the shell is thin and transparent, and it is covered with a thin layer of frost.

Hang Jing thawed a box of prawns, and took out scallops and mushrooms from the refrigerator to cook porridge.

Zong Ying loves to eat shrimp, but finds it troublesome to peel the shrimp shell.

Hang Jing doesn't come into the kitchen very often, but every time he encounters a prawn, he still peels the prawn shell clean in advance.

The prawn's shell is thin and not easy to peel. Hang Jing's eyes are not completely swollen, and his waist is still slightly sour. After standing for a long time, he feels a little dazed. If he doesn't pay attention, the sharp thorns on the shrimp's head cut his fingers.

The wound was not deep, but there was blood, and a faint fragrance of camellia wafted out.

Zongying was originally preparing for the project that won the bid in the afternoon, and the original plan still needs to be refined. This project is related to whether the group can complete the profit target scheduled for last year in the first half of the year, so there should be no carelessness.

Although he disdains Hang Jing, he has to admit that Hang Jing's timely appearance last night helped the project somewhat.

Because of what he and Hang Jing showed in front of reporters last night, the outside world only thought that their relationship was stable, and the group's stock price rose a little today.

Hang Jing's character is not good, but he still has ability.

If they had become partners instead of husband and wife, Zong Ying would be very happy to be friends with such a smart and capable person.

Thinking of Hang Jing's coquettish attitude when he fell into estrus last night, and the intermittent sobbing sound was still in his ears, Zong Ying was slightly distracted.

He seemed to smell the bewitching camellia fragrance again, lingering like the master of that pheromone, trying every means to drill into his bone marrow.

Just when Zong Ying was a little dry, he suddenly came back to his senses and sniffed vigorously, it was not a hallucination!

He really smelled the camellia.

It's Hang Jing!