Chapter 972

Listening to Feng Shuyuan's words, Si HaoChen held his mobile phone hand and couldn't help tightening it for a few minutes.

His other hand clenched into a fist, and his joints were giggling. Every sound was his forbearance of anger and his hatred on the verge of outbreak.

Feng Shuyuan is too arrogant.

Si HaoChen let Mo Yifeng and Gu Mingshen on one side worry. The two of them stood beside Si HaoChen, looking at him with burning eyes and feeling uneasy.

At the other end of the mobile phone, he seemed to feel Si HaoChen's reaction, and Feng Shuyuan couldn't help giggling.

"Angry? Si HaoChen, I advise you not to get angry. "

“……”

"A gentleman's game, in addition to comparing ability, is comparing patience. Once you get angry, you've lost half. I have lived for most of my life. There are not many people I can see as opponents. You are one of them. If you lose so quickly and lose in a rout, it will be too boring. "

"Just you? Still a gentleman? "

"It doesn't matter whether you are a gentleman or not. The important thing is: I am a person who likes challenges. I prefer interesting things, so I sincerely hope you can stick to it longer. "

Feng Shuyuan's words were light and light. The tone seemed to stand in the clouds, look at all sentient beings, and seemed to play with everything in applause.

Si HaoChen was so angry that he suddenly closed his eyes.

Feng Shuyuan is right: if he gets angry, he loses half. He can't let his anger control his reason.

He must win the game.

After a deep sigh of relief and controlling his temper, Si HaoChen opened his eyes and said coldly, "who laughs last, who laughs best. Feng Shuyuan, the winner is still unknown. I advise you not to be happy too early. "

This sentence was almost squeezed out of Si HaoChen's teeth.

Feng Shuyuan listened, but he didn't respond much.

"Indeed, before the last minute, it's really uncertain who is the king and who is the Kou. However, I have to remind you... "

“……”

"Si HaoChen, tiger poison doesn't eat his son. The love between father and son can't be fake. At the beginning, didn't you and the old man sijunqing also make tit for tat and don't give in to each other? But now? Lao Tzu is Lao Tzu and son is son. There is the same blood in his body. Whether he is Feng Qing or Jiang Shaoqing, he is my son. It's naive of you to try to bring me down through him. "

Listening to Feng Shuyuan's words, Si HaoChen's face was more cold.

But in a flash, he laughed.

"Did you deliberately call and risk being found out by me just to say this to me? Why, do you think you can turn us into enemies by provoking the relationship between Jiang Shaoqing and me now, and let him stand back to you and become your help? Feng Shuyuan, naive, is more appropriate to describe yourself? "

"I don't need him to stand back because he is my son."

"Really?"

Whispering these two words, Si HaoChen's eyes were more cold.

Indeed, kinship can't be fake, but sometimes understanding, support, care and respect are more important than that blood.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Si HaoChen opened his mouth faintly.

"Feng Shuyuan, you really have some skills, but your biggest disadvantage is that you are too conceited. In this world, there is only one aunt Qiu who can devote herself to you and pay for you wholeheartedly. You wait for you all your life, but you don't cherish it. Now you expect Jiang Shaoqing to treat you like aunt Qiu... Don't dream. It's true that Jiang Shaoqing is your son, but you don't know him. He's different from you. Your heart is black, but his heart is red. You sink in the dark and wish you could pull everyone, but he doesn't want to struggle in chaos all his life. He wants to see light. And you can't give these. "

Si HaoChen's words hit the nail on the head.

Feng Shu is not far from clear about these, but he is too used to controlling and influencing other people's lives. Jiang Shaoqing is naturally no exception.

Having been his son all his life, Jiang Shaoqing can only follow his preset path.

Jiang Shaoqing must live as he wants.

Suddenly there was more coldness in his voice. Feng Shuyuan said coldly, "understanding or not understanding is meaningless. Whoever controls the Bureau has the right to speak."

Cold finish saying, also no longer with Si HaoChen to spend more words, seal Shu Yuan light way.

"Of course, it's not interesting to tell you this. Let's ride a donkey and read the libretto. We'll see. However, I still say that, Si HaoChen, you have to pay more attention in the future, especially the people around you... You'd better be optimistic and don't give me a chance to start. Otherwise, I will hurt them one by one and make you and Su Xiaoxiao collapse until you and your wife stand in front of me and beg me to let go of the people you care about and give you a chance to do things for me... Ha ha ha... "

The clear laughter, with the meaning of winning the ticket, echoed in Si HaoChen's ears.

Until the laughter, tossed and broken into a blind sound.

Suddenly clenched his fist, and a green vein burst on Si HaoChen's forehead. Even if he told himself again and again that he couldn't be angry, his anger still couldn't be controlled.

Threaten Su Xiaoxiao, threaten the people they care about

Si HaoChen cannot tolerate this.

Looking at Si HaoChen's appearance, Mo Yifeng held his shoulder tightly, and he said in a deep voice.

"HaoChen, no matter what Feng Shuyuan said to you, you can't mess with yourself. He did it on purpose. You can't be fooled. "

Hearing the speech, Gu Mingshen also opened his mouth in a hurry.

"Yes, third brother, the old man told you this, but he didn't mean well. Don't listen to him. Now hold your temper and we'll see. I don't believe it yet. Evil outweighs good. Sooner or later, we have to take care of his clothes. Then we'll see if he's still arrogant. "

Si HaoChen didn't understand the truth. On the contrary, he understood it better than anyone.

However, understanding and being able to restrain anger are two different things.

Holding his fist tightly, Si HaoChen sighed heavily. After several times in a row, he relaxed a little. Looking at Mo Yifeng and Gu Mingshen, he nodded.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Feng Shuyuan is still at large and rampant. He can't let himself be confused.

He can't lose, he can't.