Chapter 610

The people in the living room were more or less absent-minded at this time. They played with their mobile phones and brushed the same page back and forth, or looked at the news broadcast with empty eyes. Even the fourth lady looked at the direction of the third floor with some worry.

Although she hasn't seen her for more than ten years, she has seen Fan Hong's violent temper. She threw her son with an ashtray. She was so angry that she didn't recognize her relatives.

Young girl, go up now. Don't make trouble.

In the presence of Jiao Jiao's nest, the only one who clearly showed gloating over the sofa was very comfortable in the sofa, playing with perfume, and then left to spray, for a while to play with it, and only wanted to wait for the girl to be bombed down.

However, one minute passed, two minutes passed... Five minutes

"How, what, can, can!" fan Jiaojiao stared at the time that had passed on her mobile phone and was so angry that she had to grind her teeth.

Other fan families, including the fourth lady, were surprised. Unexpectedly, the gambling king who even blew fan Jingyu down let the girl into the house, and it seemed that he was still talking in detail.

Meng Bing, the third miss of the fan family, had a deep thought at the moment, and said to fan Jingyu, who didn't say a word: "Jingyu, if I remember correctly, did my father beat you last time because of Miss Lu?"

Hearing the speech, fan Jingyu's face sank and hummed coldly without paying attention to the other party's malicious hatred. He has always disdained to be with the women in his family, including the fourth lady who returned home.

His refusal to answer obviously did not prevent Meng Bing from achieving his goal. To say such words at this juncture is to poke the layer of window paper, implying that Fan Hong has a new favorite and his status has surpassed them.

"Meng Bing, that's enough." Zhan Chen began to warn. When he passed her, his dark eyebrows and eyes were lightly swept. The cruelty in the depths of his eyes made Meng Bing shudder, as if he didn't know him at all.

"Xiao Chen, the child and the gambling king..." the fourth lady took her son's big palm back to her side, which was also worried. Just now the girl went up. She was afraid that the other party would get hurt. Now the situation is not as good as her own imagination.

She is familiar with the romantic nature of the gambler, and the young girl is just a young and beautiful time. She can get the honor of being treated like this by the gambler. The meaning behind it is frightening.

"It's all right, mom, she'll be measured." Zhan Chen naturally understands his mother's meaning and has no doubt that most people at the scene think so, but he knows that the girl wants to assassinate the gambling king, and believes in the girl's temperament and behavior.

Qin Qing didn't know about the rough waves downstairs because she was summoned a few minutes ago. After entering the study, the gambling king had been smoking.

Originally filled with red sandalwood, elegant style, the room suitable for drinking tea and listening to classical music was filled with a large amount of smoke. I don't know how long he stayed in it. The ashtray had been filled with cigarette butts. The old man who fell on the swivel chair kept his back to her and smoked one mouthful after another.

This wait is five minutes.

Five minutes later, the last cigarette burned out. Fan Hong seemed to have made up his mind. He turned his chair and met the girl standing at the table. As soon as he made eye contact with her, he sighed, "Hey, I should have recognized it."

After smoking for a day, Fan Hong's voice was as hoarse and ugly as particles rolling in his throat, but his words were still clear and audible.

Just this endless sentence, Qin Qing was not easy to answer. She raised her vigilance and said, "I don't understand the meaning of the gambling king."

Fan Hong saw her cautious face and couldn't help but move her stiff face. A low smile came out of her muddy throat. "Don't be afraid. I came to you today. First, I invited you to come home for the new year as agreed. Second, it's about a document I received this morning."

File.

Qin Qing's heart pounded and she looked up. Then she saw that Fan Hong had been lying flat on his leg with a kraft paper bag. The seal had been opened. It was obvious that the contents had been read.

For a moment her throat tightened and her palms felt cold.

"I've seen this appraisal report, and I'm sure you already know the result." Fan Hong snuffed out the cigarette end, picked up the paper bag on his leg, gently put it on the table, and pushed it towards her little by little. There was a sigh of dusk in his old voice, "I should have thought that there could not be such a similar person in the world. You are 18 years old. It happened that she disappeared. I didn't expect that she would give birth in Macao and was seriously injured. She... I didn't see her after all."

The gambling king once choked. In his powerful decades, there was only one thing left on his mind, that is, the owner who refused to accept the gift from his flower house 20 years ago.

If you can't think of this farewell, it will become forever.

Qin Qing looked at the red eyes of the old man in front of her. She only felt that her heart was sinking all the way. Since it was impossible to hide, she simply spread out her identity and said, "I came to Macao this time to find my mother. He didn't know about it with Zhan Chen's hair. I didn't intend to intervene in the inheritance competition of the fan family. I just wanted to know the truth."

She did not expect that Qu Xue not only sent the identification results to Feng Yan, but also to the gambling king. When the overall plan comes to such a white hot juncture, doesn't Qu Xue know how much risk his practice will bring?

Once exposed, let alone her, even Feng Yan can't escape.

She is still trying to emphasize that her entry into the country, and even approaching the fan family is a simple coincidence.

Looking at Fan Hong's appearance, it's not like asking a teacher to plead guilty. On the contrary, it's quite emotional, and even... Gratified?

Qin Qing was not sure whether he was wrong, but Fan Hong nodded and restrained his emotions. "I think our meeting is doomed. Today's new year's Eve dinner is really a reunion. If you like, you can call me father like them."

Father.

More than ten years ago, Qin Qing recognized the wrong person and finally killed him himself. Now the person with this title is the target she has to remove.

Qin Qing thought that it was really destined. Her parents' affection was destined to be a mirror, and the reunion sounded more like a ridiculous story book to her.

But now, she can't let it go on.

"Gambler, I don't think it's time to make a final decision. I took Zhan Chen's hair for DNA comparison, but you can see that I didn't send the document, and it's still unknown whether the result was tampered with. I think it's better to make another comparison for the sake of insurance."