Chapter 344

Nan CHENFENG's eyes flashed a complex look. It looked deep and difficult to understand, but finally he clenched his fist tightly: "I believe my own eyes."

What he saw with his own eyes, how can it be false.

Looking at his son's firm look, Nan Luotian sighed and said slowly: "Shen Feng, sometimes what he sees with his eyes is not necessarily right, and what he hears with his ears is not necessarily true."

"Dad, what do you mean?" is it difficult for Nan Luotian to believe Dong Qiqi?

After what happened that year, Nan Luotian took Nan tingliao away and asked their husband and wife to solve the problem before sending him back. Unfortunately, Dong Qiqi jumped out of a building and committed suicide. Nan tingliao was sent abroad and never came back.

Thinking of these past events, Nan CHENFENG felt quite unhappy at the bottom of his heart. Instead, Nan Luotian looked at his son's complex look and knew better than anyone that there are many proud people in the world. They are so proud that they know they are wrong and still don't want to bow their heads

Nan CHENFENG, who was born with a golden spoon since childhood, is more proud than many people.

He loves Dong Qiqi, but because he loves her, he loves her deeply and hates her deeply.

"Take your time. I'm tired and need to go back to rest." then nanluotian got up slowly and walked towards his garden.

Looking at Nan Luotian's old figure, I don't know why Nan CHENFENG flashed past Dong Qiqi's tearful face.

She said, brother Feng, you have to believe me.

Nan CHENFENG climbed his hair and shook his head. He must have been bewitched today. What happened that year was Dong Qiqi's fault. Nan tingliao wanted to find out the truth. There can be no truth.

On the other side, Nan Shuwang helped Yu Ke'er back to the room, looked at her face and asked anxiously, "Mom, what's the matter with you? Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"No, Shuwang, I'll just have a rest." Yu Ke'er sat on the bed and waved his hand.

Nan Shuwang was worried: "Mom, if you're not feeling well, you'd better call a doctor earlier. It's hard to see what your face looks like."

"Shuwang, don't worry, mom is fine, but I'm too tired today." Yu Ke'er looked at his son's handsome face with pity, and a touch of satisfaction appeared at the bottom of his eyes: "don't worry, it should be yours. No one can take it away."

Nan Shuwang frowned and soon put on a smile at the corners of his mouth: "Mom, I still prefer to grab my favorite things. You have a rest first."

Looking at the figure of his son leaving, Yu Ke'er's face looked complex.

The nanny around Dong Qiqi was still alive. If she was alive, did she know the truth? It's impossible. No one will know what she did in those years.

Even if the wet nurse knew what she could do, the dead would never speak.

Nan CHENFENG hasn't drunk much for a long time. I don't know whether it's because of the quarrel with Nan tingliao today, or because he thinks of the past, a person has drunk a lot of wine.

When Yu Ke'er found him, he was already drunk.

Yu Ke'er was uncomfortable and wanted to go to bed early, but he didn't come back. As soon as he came out, he saw him sitting in the living room drinking.

The French windows were wide open, and the cool wind in the middle of the night brought a cold breath to the living room. Looking at the many empty bottles in front of the man, Yu Ke'er walked over in his home clothes and asked in surprise: "brother Feng, what's the matter with you and how do you drink so much wine?"

Mingming just now is still very good. Why do you suddenly drink so much wine? It may be because Nan CHENFENG is more reserved. He will never let himself get drunk at ordinary social gatherings.

This is the first time I have drunk so much wine.

Nan CHENFENG looked up vaguely. Although the man was drunk, a thin crimson color appeared on his cheeks: "it's all right. I'm not drunk. I just have two drinks."

He said that he was about to stand up. Maybe it was because he drank too much and his body stumbled. He almost fell to the ground. Yu Ke'er was so scared that he quickly helped him: "I'm so drunk. I still said I'm not drunk!"

"Liu Ma, go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of sobering Soup for your husband." Yu Ke'er quickly ordered the servant to cook sobering soup. Regardless of the wine smell on the man, Yu Ke'er frowned: "I'll take you back to your room first."

When Yu Ke'er was ready to see if the servant had cooked the sobering tea, the drunk man suddenly held her soft white and delicate wrist.

"77, don't go!" he murmured vaguely.

Yu Ke'er stayed where he was like being struck by thunder. What's his name? His name is Qiqi? He was still thinking about the bitch seven seven!

For a moment, the gloomy color at the bottom of Yu Ke'er's eyes was almost irresistible. She looked at the man on the big bed, and her fingernails almost scratched the soft meat in her palm. This man had been thinking about that 77 for so many years. What's good about that Dong 77!

She's dead. Can't Nan CHENFENG forget her?

Yu Ke'er's mind fluctuated, and Nan Shen Feng fell asleep as if nothing had happened. The situation here was surging, and Nan tingliao was also having a hard time.

After he left the south house, he didn't go home, but went directly to the bar. Obviously, he had been used to some things for a long time, but tonight's things made his heart like a big hole. There was a cold wind blowing in. He looked at the heavy night for the first time.

Mom, was it worth it that you loved him so much?

If her mother was still there, how sad she would be when she heard these words. It was her favorite man. As a result, his words plunged into her heart as quickly and ruthlessly as a knife.

When Nan tingliao arrived, he ordered wine and took a big gulp.

The pungent liquor flowed down his throat and burned like a fire. In fact, he was always self disciplined and seldom drank alcohol. Especially after he married Jiang Shiwei, he didn't drink much. I don't know how he came to the bar today and ordered a lot of wine by himself.

I thought I was used to it, but every time it happened, it made me miserable.

The man's words kept turning in his mind. He knew he shouldn't have any extravagant expectations for him, but he thought of the warm memories of his childhood.

How beautiful the memory was, how unbearable it is now.

He doesn't believe him.

Until now, he thought he was Xu Qingzhi's child. It's ridiculous!

After drinking another cup of liquor, Nanting Liao was just like drinking boiled water. The bartender on the side felt frightened and wanted to persuade Nanting Liao, but he was stopped by a man's look.

This man is drunk here alone. Is it lovelorn?

Just when the bartender thought he was alone, a woman suddenly came and stood beside him