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62. i will honor him and love him

Father Jing's words made Zhuo Jingheng stunned when he heard it.

He couldn't help but look at Zhou Zhiyu, wanting to confirm to him whether what Father Jing had just said was what he understood.

Looking at his ignorant and surprised appearance, Zhou Zhiyu couldn't help but smile, gently dropped a light kiss on his forehead, and whispered: "Well, it's what you think."

Just what he thought... That is to say, the matter between him and Zhou Zhiyu, Father Jing has already agreed?

This, this, this... This is also too fast! He also thought that Zhou Zeroyu would be embarrassed by Father Jing, and he was ready to rush in to protect him, but he didn't expect Zhou Zeroyu to convince Father Jing so easily!

It is worthy of Uncle Zhou, and it is really reliable.

Zhuo Jingheng secretly stretched out his hand and gave Zhou Zero Yu a thumbs up.

Zhou Zhiyu sighed helplessly, squeezed down his funny hand, held it firmly in his palm, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Don't mess around, Brother Jing is still there..."

Father Jing saw this scene in his eyes, and his heart became more and more unpleasant - watching the child he grew up holding in the palm of his hand, being held by another man in his arms and whispering softly, even if it was a kind father, it was inevitable that he would be unhappy.

Father Jing coughed lowly, and rarely straightened his face in front of Zhuo Jingheng, and reprimanded: "Adults talk about things, children run outside the door to eavesdrop, what is it like, find your eldest brother and they play!"

Zhuo Jingheng blinked, hugging Zhou Zhiyu's waist and refusing to let go: "I don't want to leave, aren't you talking about me and Uncle Zhou?" It has something to do with me, and I want to listen too!"

Zhou Zhiyu looked at Father Jing's face, took the initiative to pull away Zhuo Jingheng's hand, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Heng, you wait outside for a while, Uncle Zhou will come out soon, huh?"

Zhuo Jingheng took his hand, very reluctant: "Uncle Zhou, you really don't want me to accompany you?"

Zhou Zhiyu led him out, only smiled and said, "Well, obedient."

He obviously only said three words, but Zhuo Jingheng did not dare to mess around anymore and went out obediently.

Zhou Zhiyu closed the door of the study, returned to the table, and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, it seems that this broken porcelain piece will not be able to be cleaned up for a while, can you make do with it first?"

Father Jing naturally didn't care about these little things, sat down in front of him, sighed, and said in a low voice: "Zero Yu, tell me the truth, what is going on between you and Xiao Heng, he... I thought he had always liked Zhou Jin..."

Zhou Zhiyu cleaned up the tea set, the smile on his face faded a little, and said softly: "Brother Jing, the past has passed." Zhou Jin will soon leave for Fancheng, the Zhou family is about to set up a branch there, the child has his own blessings, and what my father can give him has already been given.

Father Jing still didn't figure out some things, and asked, "That child in Xiao Heng's belly..."

"That's really wrong with me." Zhou Zhiyu's face was ashamed, and he carefully explained to Father Jing what happened that night more than two months ago.

Father Jing listened, and although he was angry, he had nothing to say.

Zhou Zeroyu was drugged, only to accidentally hit Zhuo Jingheng's room, the child didn't know what was going on, he didn't make a sound, just half pushed and half left Zhou Zeroyu, this matter really has to be studied in detail, and it is really unclear who the problem is bigger.