He Xiaoran smiled and said: "Don't worry, although Mr. Zhou has many ears, but overall, he is still a generous and well-organized person, and he will not waste time on a small person like me. Besides, the world is endless.

People, even if they are money, they still have different currencies. Mr. Zhou understands this better than anyone."

Fang Ruoyu: "Is this also for Mr. Zhou?"

"Look, those who are close to red are red, right? If you talk to me more, people will become smarter."

Fang Ruoyu: "..."

She was a little scared. Miss He said so many things so harshly, was she really not afraid of Mr. Zhou knowing at all?

Who is she?

Why……

Fang Ruoyu glanced at He Xiaoran, who was picking out meat with chopsticks.

"Miss He, are you afraid that Mr. Zhou will be unhappy and deal with you?"

"I'm afraid." He Xiaoran said: "He is my baby's father's uncle. I'm afraid that he will come back to teach me a lesson. You don't know, my baby's father is very verbose and can talk a lot, which makes me very annoyed."

Fang Ruoyu: "..."

"So Miss He and Mr. Zhou are related?"

He Xiaoran raised his head: "Relatives? It shouldn't be counted, right? In terms of seniority, my son should call him uncle."

Fang Ruoyu: "..."

She glanced at He Xiaoran and said, "If I hug your thigh, can you hold it?"

"You can't hold my thigh if you hold it, but you can hold my brother's thigh every time you hold him."

Fang Ruoyu: "...yeah, that's okay."

Zhou Zhichu was angry.

He closed his eyes, and all he could think about was what He Xiaoran said, "Why wouldn't he raise his son for my brother?"

The messenger wanted to speak again, but Zhou Zhichu stopped him: "Stop, stop talking! Get out!"

God raises a son for someone else!

He held his head and felt a headache.

I had never thought about it from this perspective before. He couldn't accept women and wanted a child he was willing to raise. As a result...

If you really think about it from the perspective of what He Xiaoran said, the more you think about it, the more angry you become.

Zhou Zhichu reached out and slammed the information in front of him on the door. He reached out and pulled off his tie, "Go and bring Fang Ruoyu over. I have something to ask her."

Fang Ruoyu was brought to Zhou Zhichu, and Fang Ruoyu knew that he must have overheard her conversation with He Xiaoran.

Fang Ruoyu glanced at Zhou Zhichu and pretended not to know anything, "Mr. Zhou, you suddenly called me here, what's the matter?"

Zhou Zhichu took a deep breath and said, "Did you meet with He Xiaoran at noon?"

Fang Ruoyu nodded: "Well, Miss He came to see me at noon."

"How did you meet her?"

"Miss He suddenly came to see me last time, when she told me about Yan Shaozhuang."

Zhou Zhichu held his head, "What do you think?"

Fang Ruoyu: "I wonder what Mr. Zhou is referring to?"

"The whole thing."

Fang Ruoyu: "Looking at the whole thing, everyone gets what they need and it's all voluntary."

As soon as he said this, Zhou Zhichu's brain exploded. So, he wanted to raise a son for someone else, and he did so voluntarily?

Fang Ruoyu watched the expression on Zhou Zhichu's face change and felt that his statement was very conservative, not biased at all, and just telling the truth.

Zhou Zhichu: "You should have less contact with He Xiaoran. That woman is the best at talking nonsense. What you have to do now is to take good care of the baby and give birth to the baby safely."

Fang Ruoyu nodded and looked at him again, "My uncle is doing an examination over there. The doctor said that it will take at least half a month to meet the surgical requirements. Mr. Zhou, may I ask where the donor is..."

Zhou Zhichu nodded: "I understand and will arrange it."

After Fang Ruoyu thanked him, he was sent back again.

Zhou Zhichu was sitting alone in the office, feeling heartbroken!

Going back in the evening, Zhou Chenyuan came in with a small face and glanced at He Xiaoran, "Can you calm down a little bit day by day?"

He Xiaoran was playing the game and asked, "What did I do?"

"What do you think?"

"Is your Uncle Eleven looking to settle a score with you?"

"You know that too?" Zhou Chenyuan sat down angrily, "This is a private matter, why do you care so much about it?"

"I can't control his personal affairs, but I can control my brother's affairs, right?"

"Do you really think Shaozhuang is your brother?" Zhou Chenyuan said angrily: "Can you be a little self-aware? He has nothing to do with you at all!"

"Who said no? My Xiaomili's surname is the same as his." He Xiaoran looked up from the game: "I want to say that he is my Xiaomili's father. When I go out, do you think people believe it or not?"

Zhou Chenyuan: "..."

"You, just tell me what you want to do?"

"When Fang Ruoyu was not pregnant, I thought that if Yan Shaozhuang could have a baby with her, it would be a good thing for him. If they really had a baby and couldn't withstand the pressure from Zhou Zhichu, then let Zhou Zhichu raise the baby with them. Now.

If Fang Ruoyu is really pregnant, then the nature of the matter will be different."

"What's different? Isn't this what you expected?"

"Of course it's different." He Xiaoran said: "Thinking about having a child and actually having a child are two completely different psychology. Now I want to keep this child for them both."

"So what if you want to go against Uncle Eleven?" Zhou Chenyuan said with a cold face.

He Xiaoran glanced at him and suddenly waved to him, "Come here."

Zhou Chenyuan was wary of her sugar-coated bullets. This was a matter of principle. Why did the younger generation interfere in the private affairs of their elders?

He Xiaoran waved again: "Come on."

Zhou Chenyuan hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down.

He Xiaoran pressed his shoulders and said, "That's what I think. Mr. Eleven is now wicked..."

Zhou Chenyuan turned around suddenly, "You scolded..."

"...What is it? Heir!"

Zhou Chenyuan: "...Don't gasp when you speak!"

"But have you ever thought about it? With Jiugu Wenchang's huge family fortune, does he really want to hand over Jiugu Wenchang to a heir who is not of the Zhou family's blood? The better he raises Yan Shaozhuang's son, then the possibility of Jiugu Wenchang being left behind

The greater the sex. If Yan Shaozhuang's son really grows up to be a capable person who can inherit Jiugu Wenchang, do you think he will live in an illusion all his life? Sooner or later he will know the truth."

Zhou Chenyuan turned his head, "..."

"You, Master Shiyi, insist on raising someone else's son. I really can't care about it. Besides, it's my brother who takes advantage. What should I be angry about? I care about it, not only for my brother, but mainly for you and Xiaomili."

Zhou Chenyuan: "???"

"You think, although Zhou Zhichu will definitely provide my nephew with the best conditions and top-notch resources, my brother is also suffering because his parents are not around and he lacks the warmth of family, right? And you and Jiugu Wenchang have a deep relationship.

Growing up there, how could you tolerate your roots being controlled by outsiders?"

"Last and most important, I once told my brother that if one day he has his own son, Xiao Mili will return to the Zhou family and change his surname back to the Zhou family. If my brother's child is held by your uncle Eleven,

If he leaves, it means that he still has no children, and Xiao Mili will have to take his surname. If he has a child of his own..."

Zhou Chenyuan stood up immediately, "Yan Shaozhuang's child still has to follow him. What does it mean for a newborn baby to be separated from its parents?"
Chapter completed!