Now that we are reborn, who still wants to be an honest person?

Chapter 2 Do you regret it?

at this time.

Lao Wang has already stood up.

His gaze passed over Fang Yuru and swept towards Fang Zhou and Fang Qinglin. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, making a gesture called "smile".

"that……"

Want to say something.

But I don’t know how to start.

Yes, neither of them has any blood relationship with him, and he himself has no status in the family.

Over the past ten years, I have been influenced by what I have seen and heard.

Although these two children call themselves "Dad".

But he has no real respect for this "marry-in-law" from the countryside, and has made it a habit for Lao Wang to be the househusband over the years.

Shake his head slightly.

Lao Wang went to the door and changed his shoes.

I put the slippers into a plastic bag, tied it to the handle of the suitcase, and prepared to go out.

Fang Yuru didn't stand up, but crossed her hands on the table.

Watch Lao Wang leave.

"dad!"

Fang Qinglin's voice was filled with tears.

She had not yet recovered from the shock of this incident. She felt like April Fool's Day had just passed, so how could God play such a joke on her?

Fang Yuru glanced at Fang Qinglin with a cold gaze, and Fang Qinglin lowered his head.

There was no turning around and crying like in TV dramas.

There was a pause.

Lao Wang waved his hand.

Dragging the suitcase out the door.

Most of the books inside were Wang Changfeng's, some purchased and some his own. The suitcase was very heavy, but Wang Changfeng carried it easily with one hand.

That back view.

There is actually a bit of unrestrained and free-spiritedness.

Seeing Lao Wang leave, Fang Yuru relaxed her shoulders slightly and subconsciously pursed her lips.

Fang Zhou stood up.

Seeing Fang Yuru and Fang Qinglin looking at him strangely, he smiled and said:
"I'll go see Lao Wang off."

I cleared my mind.

Fang Zhou didn't want to judge his mother.

after all.

Different from Comrade Lao Wang.

From the perspective of this world, this is your biological mother.

However, perhaps it was due to his past life experience that Fang Zhou felt a sense of identification with Lao Wang as a fellow traveler.

As for divorce, that's between them.

I definitely can't control it myself.

but.

There is no way to ignore Lao Wang's departure.

After hearing Fang Zhou's words, Fang Qinglin supported himself on his legs with his hands, as if he wanted to get up, but after meeting Fang Yuru's gaze, he sat down quietly again.

The door closes.

Fang Qinglin couldn't help but speak:
"Mom, what's going on?"

"Why did you divorce Dad? Was there some misunderstanding?"

Fang Qinglin still doesn't know the specific situation.

Because she is an adopted daughter, although her parents are good to her and even tend to favor her, Fang Qinglin is still cautious in her words.

Always a top student in school.

It seemed that they wanted to use this method to tell Fang Yuru that their choice back then was correct.

Fang Yuru adjusted her mood.

The hesitation and timidity in his eyes just now slowly disappeared.

He glanced at his daughter and said calmly:
"Don't worry about this."

"Your most important task now is to study hard. The college entrance exam is only two months away. Don't be distracted."

Fang Qinglin still frowned.

But I didn't ask again.

Originally, Fang Yuru wanted to wait until her child took the college entrance examination before confessing this to Wang Changfeng.

Unexpectedly, Wang Changfeng knew about it in advance.

Still making a fuss.

Fang Yuru doesn't like to explain, so it's fine this way.

……

Living in the villa area is a good thing for Wang Changfeng, who doesn't like socializing, because there are fewer people here.

But there is also a dark side.

Because there are few people.

Almost everyone I met was an acquaintance.

As I was dragging my suitcase past the gate of the residential complex, the security guard Xiao Zhou was surprised: "Brother Wang, you didn't cook today?"

"And you're carrying such a big suitcase, are you going on a long journey?"

There are a total of thirty-six households in Shuanghu Courtyard.

As a community security guard, I am very familiar with the residents in the villa area and know many anecdotes about the residents.

For example, this resident is dragging a suitcase.

Although he is a man.

But many people who knew the situation behind the scenes jokingly called him "Fang's", just like an accessory with a certain family's label.

There's no way, everyone knows that Fang Yuru is the president of Yunsi Group.

This is a son-in-law who married into the family.

Within the Lord.

A typical house husband.

Wang Changfeng smiled, nodded and said:

"Something happened. I have to go back for a while."

Because he didn't know how Fang Yuru would explain this incident to others, Lao Wang would not take the initiative to tell others about the divorce.

After saying hello.

Ignoring the discussions of the people in the security room behind him, he dragged his suitcase out the door.

Walking to the roadside not far away and looking at the cars coming and going, Lao Wang's eyes flashed with confusion, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his pocket.

Just took out a cigarette.

A familiar voice sounded next to me:
"Regret it?"

Ok?
Wang Changfeng turned his head.

He saw Fang Zhou standing a few steps away, looking at him with a teasing look.

Wang Changfeng was about to speak when he suddenly remembered that they were no longer father and son, so he could only smile awkwardly:
"How did you come."

The cigarette between his fingers shrank subconsciously.

Fang Zhou looked at the wisps of green smoke, grinned, and reached into Wang Changfeng's pocket to take out a pack of Hong Jinling cigarettes and a lighter.

Huo.

There is only one left.

Comrade Lao Wang has smoked a lot these past two days, and it seems that he is not as calm as he appears.

Fang Zhou shook out the last one, put it in his mouth, and lit it skillfully.

Took a deep breath.

The nicotine swirled in Fang Zhou's lungs, sprayed out of his nostrils, and slowly dissipated.

Seeing this skillful movement, Wang Changfeng raised his eyebrows:
"You are still young, smoke less."

Even in the past.

Lao Wang is not the kind of strict father.

So even though he didn't have a strong presence in the Fang family, he seemed to get along quite well with the two children.

Fang Zhou smiled:

"Your actions."

"It seems he is also an old smoker."

"After marrying Fang Yuru, I can only smoke one occasionally to satisfy my craving."

"This guy who takes over..."

"Do you regret it?"

Wang Changfeng became more and more surprised.

It felt like the boy in front of me had become a different person.

But think about it, a lot has happened in the past two days, which was quite a blow to the young man in front of him. Maybe he has become mature because of this.

smiled.

Wang Changfeng said indifferently:
"If you have any regrets, they are all your own choices."

"But that's your mother. If she hears you talking about Fang Yuru or Fang Yuru, be careful she might punish you."

Fang Zhou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

he knows.

Lao Wang’s indifference is not pretended.

After more than ten years, any passion or impulse will be worn away, and what is left may be just habit.

But Lao Wang didn't care, but Fang Zhou felt like he had a thorn in his throat about some of the things he said.

He raised his head and blew out a smoke ring:
"I mean……"

"Do you regret not asking for more compensation?"

"Let alone 10 million, even if it's 100 million, considering her face-conscious personality, she will definitely scrape together an agreement."

"You still think about her."

"What a warm man."

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'A warm man comes after a dog.'"

Snapped!
Fang Zhou was spraying with great pleasure.

Lao Wang slapped him on the shoulder, showing his sharp white teeth:

"You little bastard, don't think that I'm not your father now, and you're jumping around in front of me."

Fang Zhou took a breath:
"Just kidding, just kidding!"

(End of this chapter)