Madam, take care of your little vest

Chapter 22 Zhao Family's Conspiracy

The Zhao family in Yuncheng.

The sports car with smooth lines stopped gracefully at the door of Zhao's house. The butler immediately stepped forward, opened the driver's door, and waited respectfully aside.

A pair of red high-heeled shoes caught the eye first, followed by slender calves. The black skirt fluttered in the wind. The sexy figure made people imagine. Finally, a mature woman wearing sunglasses and flaming red lips appeared in front of the butler. before.

"Miss, the master is waiting for you in the study." Butler Zhao is a distant relative of Zhao Chong, the head of the Zhao family. Later, because of Zhao Chong's appreciation, he made him the housekeeper of the Zhao family, handling all internal affairs, and won Zhao Chong's trust.

"Well, I got it." Zhao Fei casually threw the car keys to the servant beside her, and went upstairs with a pretentious and elegant posture. The sound of high heels stepping on the stairs was particularly harsh.

Walking to the door of the study, Zhao Fei suddenly felt guilty and scared. She had asked Ye Huaiyuan to pick up Ye An back, but Ye Huaiyuan was beaten back by Lin Nianci, the adopted son of that bitch. After returning home, he refused to look for Ye An again, and hid at home all day, fearing that he would die in Jun Qingran's hands accidentally.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fei became angry. It was really not enough to make things happen, but why did she fall in love with such a coward in the first place.

"What are you doing standing at the door, come in!" An old and weak voice came from inside the study, and Zhao Fei was so frightened that she quickly pushed open the door of the study. After entering, she adjusted her breathing and gently locked the door lock. He lowered his head slightly and walked towards Zhao Chong who was sitting in the wheelchair and looking out the window.

Zhao Chong is over [-] years old, his legs and feet are inconvenient, his old face is full of dimples, and under his drooping eyelids are a pair of shrewd and cloudy eyes. His breathing is sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and occasionally accompanied by coughing, and he is slumped in a wheelchair. Looking at it, it is completely impossible to see the demeanor of the chairman of the Zhao Group back then.

"Dad." Zhao Fei, who approached Zhao Chong, looked at the father she had been afraid of since she was a child, and nervously squeezed the hem of her skirt, anxiously waiting for Zhao Chong's admonition.

Zhao Chong raised his head slightly, looking at Zhao Fei's timid look, a trace of dislike and dissatisfaction flashed in his old eyes, thinking that Zhao Chong had been vigorous and resolute all his life, building the Zhao Group from scratch, how could he give birth to such an unworthy daughter , exactly like her mother.

Fortunately, I still have an excellent son. Thinking of his son Zhao Chao, Zhao Chong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his cloudy eyes looked at Zhao Fei, and his weak voice rang out in the quiet study.

"How about what you were asked to do?"

Zhao Fei, who had been lucky at first, quickly lowered her head when she heard Zhao Chong's question, not daring to meet Zhao Chong's gaze, she swallowed unconsciously, her eyes were erratic.

"Dad, Ye Huaiyuan is a bitch, he was taught a lesson by Lin Nianci's adopted son before, but now..."

"What's the matter now." Zhao Chong's scrutinizing eyes lingered on Zhao Fei's face, his wrinkled face was expressionless, and the atmosphere in the study seemed strange and serious.

"Now I will die and refuse to go again."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Chong slammed the book in his hand at Zhao Fei, leaving a blood mark on Zhao Fei's forehead, but she didn't dare to touch the wound, so she could only endure the pain. Standing motionless in front of the wheelchair.

"Trash!" Zhao Chong's breath suddenly became hasty, his hands covered his heart uncomfortably, his coughing violently made him feel as if his whole body was exhausted, and half of his feet stepped into the ground.

Hearing Zhao Chong's scolding and pain, Zhao Fei didn't dare to defend herself, let alone go to check on Zhao Chong's condition, but she felt even more dissatisfied with Ye Huaiyuan and hated Lin Nianci's family even more.

Zhao Chong tried his best to calm down his breathing. He can't die now. If he dies, the Zhao Dynasty and the Zhao Group will also be over. He absolutely does not allow this to happen.

"Since you are kind and don't reply, don't blame me for being rude."

Zhao Chong's gloomy voice lingered in Zhao Fei's ears, making her shudder, but she could only echo it.

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)