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Chapter 842

Shao Yun does not squint. In front of Su Zhan, he does not dare to see Qin Ya for fear that Su Zhan will find something.

At his age, he liked a little girl and was known to be shameful.

"It\'s no surprise." Shao Yun racked his brains to explain the words, "some people didn\'t like spicy food before, but later they like it. This person\'s taste will change, and so will his aesthetics."

He doesn\'t like to change. It\'s because Qin Ya said that he didn\'t look good in flowers. She didn\'t dare to show her mind before and knew that she was going to divorce Su Zhan. That\'s why I want to change myself in front of her

Shao Yun was very regretful.

"I\'ll take you back?" Shao Yun asked.

"Didn\'t you say you were going to meet me?" Qin Ya asked.

Shao yundun for a moment, embarrassed expression said, "I think I have something else, if you are hungry, let Su Zhan take you."

Without Su Zhan, he will try his best to be nice to Qin ya. Take care of her. Now that Su Zhan is here, he shouldn\'t do this.

Qin Ya said with a smile, "Su Zhan is not familiar here. You still know a lot about it. You can recommend some delicious restaurants to us."

Shao Yun recommended the names of several restaurants, "these restaurants taste good."

"Thank you, uncle." Qin Ya thanks.

Shao Yun didn\'t speak.

Send them to their residence and Shao Yun leaves.

B City.

I live in my old house.

The family moved from the villa to the old house, so a big family came in, and the rooms were used up, fortunately enough to live.

Zong Qifeng didn\'t want to go to the hospital. He was always persistent when he was old. The doctor could only come to his home every day to check him.

Zong Jinghao didn\'t go to the company these two days, and Lin Xinyan didn\'t ask him how to arrange it. At this time, he\'s afraid that he\'s not in the mood to deal with the company\'s affairs. He will certainly have his own ideas.

The doctor finished the examination for Zong Qifeng, and Zong Jinghao came out of the room with him, and personally sent him out of the door, the doctor said“ His condition worsens very quickly. Now even if he wants to have an operation, he can\'t do this craniotomy. Now he can only use hormone therapy conservatively and appropriately to prolong the patient\'s life as far as possible. "

Zong Jinghao black deep, "that also wants you to bother, the person old disposition obstinate, also refuses to go to the hospital."

The doctor said, "as long as he\'s happy. Even if he lives a few more months, he\'s not happy and his life is not like death. What\'s the point of that? "

As a doctor, he spent all his time watching the ups and downs, and everything was indifferent. He felt that the most important thing was to be happy. As for how long he could live, he would do his best.

"Don\'t worry, I\'ll try my best." Doctors don\'t care. However, as the family members of the patients, it is difficult to see through, and they always want their relatives to accompany them for a long time.

It\'s human nature.

"I\'ll come back tomorrow." The doctor got in the car and left. Zong Jinghao stood on the side of the road for a while before he turned to enter the house.

Lin Xinyan is holding Xiaobao in the living room and coaxing him to sleep.

Zong Jinghao held Xiaobao in her arms and said, "come in with me. I have something to say to you

Then he took Xiaobao upstairs. Lin Xinyan followed him upstairs to the room. She closed the door and asked, "do you have anything to say to me?"

Zong Jinghao took her to the bed and Lin Xinyan sat down.

He said, "our son looks like you."

Lin Xinyan thinks Zong Jinghao is very strange today. She didn\'t answer. She knows that he must have something else to say.

But after a long time, Zong Jinghao did not speak again.

Lin Xinyan grabbed his hand and said, "we are husband and wife. If you have anything to say, you don\'t have to weigh words with me. "

Zong Jinghao raised his eyes, and his dark eyes crossed a little. Soon drowned in the eyes, no one spied, "yesterday Su Zhan looked for me. He said he wanted to live in C city with Qin ya. "

Lin Xinyan quietly clenched his hand. He could guess what he thought. He put his head on his shoulder and said, "I\'ve always had something to say to you. I\'ve never had a chance... Qin Ya can\'t have children. If Xiao Bao asks her to raise her, she will be very good to Xiao Bao."

She knows that Zong Jinghao is hard to say. For various reasons, it\'s the best choice for Su Zhan and Qin ya to raise their children, but they can\'t cross the psychological barrier.

She understood him. I know what he thinks.

"The child\'s surname is Zhuang. The second uncle gave me all the shares of JK, and I will pass them on to him later. If he can live in C City... It\'s also very good. Su Zhan and Qin ya have experienced a lot. It\'s a pity that they have no children. If you have a son under your knee, you can enjoy the happiness of your family. " She slowly raised her eyes, "although the spirit of the second uncle is OK, but also can\'t manage for me for a lifetime, there is always a time to hand over, if the child is raised by Su Zhan, he will do his best."Zong Jinghao grabs her hand. Lin Xinyan is saying for him that this woman\'s mind is delicate. Now with his move, she can guess his mind.

"The textile factory can\'t be closed. That\'s the continuation of the Cheng family\'s ancestral inheritance. Now my uncle wants to accompany dad. There really needs someone to manage these things. It\'s the best choice for Su Zhan to live there. Besides, there are Yan Xi and Yan Chen around us."

Lin Xinyan looked at him, "let\'s give Xiaobao to Su Zhan and Qin ya."

Zong Jinghao looked down at his son. Now he fell asleep, and his white face was the same as Lin Xinyan\'s.

"People say that the son looks like his mother and is blessed. He is blessed and can have so many people to love him." Lin Xinyan reached out to touch his son\'s face.

Even though he was not willing to give up, he could see it clearly. From his surname, he was not the same future as Yanchen and Yanxi. He had more responsibilities.