Chapter 78: showdown

Chapter 79:
The twelfth lunar month of the lunar calendar, New Year's Eve. +++Mobile reading visit m.EbookFREE.me
Most of the servants have already taken annual leave and rich red envelopes to go home. The Luo family, who is always in full swing, is always particularly deserted on the night before the New Year.
Luo family main building, restaurant.
The heavy and intricately patterned solid wood double-opening doors were opened by the servants on both sides of the restaurant, bringing back a young man who was cool at night and strode in.
Butler Lin Yi took a step to the main seat, bowed and said in a low voice, "Old gentleman, young master is back."
On the main seat, Master Luo raised his eyes: "Yeah."
Luo Zhan stopped by the high-back chair on the left hand side of Mr. Luo. The dark blue (color) long coat on his body was taken off by his casual (take off tuo), and the servant who followed up on the side took it, and another servant handed over a hot towel to wash his hands.
As Luo Zhan wiped his hands, he glanced at the empty seat opposite to him without tableware, and the high-back chairs were also put under the long table.
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes and sat on the soft leather cushion of the high-back chair: "My brother can't come back today?"
Lin Yi smiled: "The eldest master said that there is still work to be done in the field tonight, and he will be back tomorrow morning."
The corner of Luo Zhan's mouth twitched slightly: "Grandpa, I think this is a lack of family discipline. The more you leave it outside for a long time, you will go off-road. I suggest you take him back as soon as possible to take over the company and tie it up."
"He can't come back. Isn't it something you stinky kid did?" Luo Jingyuan said coldly.
After Luo Zhan wiped his slender hands, he lazily threw down the hot towel, a scourge face lacking interest: "He is making excuses not to go home, what does he have to do with me?"
"If you are not (guanguan) related to you, why would someone tell me that he made a bet with you so that he would not be seen for the whole year?"
"Obviously, planting and slandering." Luo Zhan answered lazily without even thinking about it.
Father Luo snorted coldly and didn't respond.
Luo Zhan picked up the polished metal table knife, and the handle tapped the table bell hanging next to the table. There was a crisp life, the side door of the restaurant opened, and two servants pushed in the dining car.
One of them walked to Luo Zhan's side, holding a bottle of awake red wine in his hand with fine white silk, and gestured to pour Luo Zhan.
Luo Zhan raised his eyelids and lifted the handle of the knife in his hand. The back of the knife blocked the slender body of the wine bottle.
"Master?" The servant who poured the wine bowed his head in confusion.
"I might have something to do at night and need to go out." Luo Zhan said lightly.
On the theme, Luo Jingyuan frowned slightly: "Will you go out today?"
"may."
"Isn't there a driver on duty at home?"
"Private matter, I drive myself."
"..."
Seeing that the old man Luo was obviously unhappy, Lin Yi smiled and bowed and urged in harmony: "Master, it is New Year's Eve after all, you have a drink with the old man..."
"Did Steward Lin hear that sentence?" Luo Zhan raised his eyes lazily.
"?"
Luo Zhan said quietly: "A drop of wine from the driver brings tears to loved ones."
Lin Yi: "..."
On the theme, Luo Jingyuan laughed with anger: "You are really a good citizen of Zunji calligraphy."
Luo Zhan didn't raise his eyes: "You taught well."
During the conversation, Luo Zhan had already placed a dinner plate in front of him, with a knife, fork, spoon and plate on the cloth.
Luo Zhan picked up the knife, and then stopped in the air: "...what is this?"
Lin Yi introduced the appetizers again.
Luo Zhan frowned: "I haven't eaten at home for only a month, so the chef at home changed to feed rabbits?"
Old man Luo chewing expressionlessly on his face stiffened.
Lin Yi held back a laugh, coughed softly, and added: "A senior nutritionist came to my family last month. This is a health-preserving meal he studied and matched."
Without waiting for Luo Zhan to speak, the master snorted: "I love to eat or not, do not eat to off. Go back to your laboratory and drink your robot nutrient solution."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yi's head suddenly became big.
No one in the family knows the young master's spleen (sexual xing), the master's words have a deterrent effect on anyone else, but it can only be counterproductive to Luo Zhan...
Lin Yi was ready to welcome the storm on New Year's Eve with his grandson and grandson, but he waited for a long time without seeing any movement. He looked up unexpectedly: Although Young Master Luo frowned, he rarely refuted and started to eat.
Lin Yi turned his head subconsciously and looked at the equally thoughtful face of Old Man Luo.
After dinner, Luo Zhan went to Luo Jingyuan's study.
When he went outside the study, he saw Lin Yi walking out of the study.
"My grandpa has nothing else to do tonight, right?" Luo Zhan asked.
Lin Yi smiled and said, "The old man has been waiting for you."
"wait for me?"
"The young master behaved abnormally tonight. There must be something to discuss with the old gentleman. Why can't he even see this?"
"Yeah." Luo Zhan didn't care when he was exposed, "I really have something to ask him."
"..."
Butler Lin was stunned.
When he looked back, the young and slender figure had already entered the study without looking back.
Steward Lin stood there for a few seconds before murmured and turned his head back: "He still has the time to use the word'begging'... Is the sun coming out from the west?"
Twenty minutes later.
The father's shocked voice sounded in the study: "What did you say? Say it again!"
The young man leaning on the sofa still has that tired voice: "Lan Jingqian, is Ranran's biological father."
Luo Jingyuan straightened up from his position, and was startled for a long while before asking in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"
"hundred percent."
"..."
The old man slowly relaxed his body and leaned back into the soft seat, his thoughts fluttering in his slightly muddy eyes.
"In this case," Luo Jingyuan said after a long while, even (exposed) a very faint smile, "Then your marriage contract with Tang Luoqian does not need to be considered."
Luo Zhan glanced at him disgustingly: "Grandpa, you are so old, don't be like this, it smells like copper."
Mr. Luo lost his anger and smiled: "I'm not thinking about you guys in the future?"
Luo Zhan said coldly: "If you don't care about me, you think about me the most."
Luo Jingyuan glared at him angrily.
Luo Zhan was silent for a few seconds, and his slender fingers slowly buckled: "However, there is a more important question now."
"What's the problem?" The old man squinted his eyes.
Luo Zhan leaned forward, pushing his elbows to his knees. He squinted lightly, and said word by word: "Dye's rejuvenation surgery."
"..." Father Luo had a meal and his expression became more subtle.
Luo Zhan said: "Matthew's international contacts are much stronger. If you pass his (guanguan) network, you will be able to get an accurate quota from the International Eye Corneal Donation Curry before June of the New Year. "
Elder Luo picked up the black tea cup in front of him, and said quietly, "The Tang family will not agree. If they were willing, then Tang Ran's eyes might have started treatment long ago."
Luo Zhan's eyes darkened.
Father Luo waited for a long time without seeing any movement, and unexpectedly raised his head: "You are not curious why?"
"I already guessed it."
"Ok?"
Luo Zhan's ten fingers slowly clasped, and the light blue (colored) blood vessels on the back of Leng Bai's hand tightened.
In the past few seconds, he said in a dumb voice: "They don't know that I already know the truth. They are afraid that Tang Ran will recognize me as the person she rescued that year, so they refused to give her treatment."
Father Luo's expression was silent for a moment. He put down the black tea cup and sighed softly: "The woman Hang Wei is cruel and will not let it go easily."
"I know."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Luo Zhan was silent.
After waiting for a while, Father Luo straightened himself up and took the initiative to speak: "At that time this autumn, I had asked Lin Yi to look up the traces of Tang Shiyu." Luo Zhan was startled, and raised his eyes from his thoughts: "Tang Shiyu?"
"Well, it's Tang Ran's mother." Father Luo looked uncomfortable for a few seconds. "At that time, I didn't know that you kid would probably have to go all the way to the dark. I had to make some preparations in advance."
"Did you find it?"
"There are clues. But she hasn't settled in these years. She has changed her name several times, and she has run around the world without a fixed place." Father Luo frowned, and said dissatisfiedly, "That's right, it was the crazy girl ( Sex xing) grid."
Luo Zhanqing frowned: "That is, I don't know when I can find her yet."
"Ok."
"Tang Ran's operation can't wait for the woman to show up." Luo Zhan paused and changed his words, "As long as she gets the donation quota, I don't want her to wait another day."
Luo Jingyuan gave his grandson helplessly: "She has been waiting for so many years, is it still a few days away?"
"..."
"I see, you don't want to push her to the cusp of the storm, do you?"
Luo Jingyuan retracted his eyes with angrily.
"No matter what the lawsuit is, if Lan Jingqian, the Tang family and even the Luo family are involved at the same time, it will not be a trouble in the city. I think you are worried that the little girl can't stand the pressure of public opinion, so you refuse to consider it!"
After the old man had finished speaking, the study was quiet for a full minute.
A minute later, Young Master Luo was a little bit lazy and looked back, back to the sofa, and put on a slanderous appearance: "You Mingjian."
Father Luo grunted angrily: "Let's talk."
"Say what."
"Pretend to be less innocent. If you are not in trouble, are you rushing to come to me to talk to me on New Year's Eve?"
"Well, since you have asked..."
Luo Zhan got up and took the initiative to change to a position closer to the old man.
He leaned down and said, "I think about it. There is only one simple and effective way to make the old lady of the Tang family relax."
"Don't sell it." Old Master Luo put his eyelids in his eyes, and said grimly.
The corner of Luo Zhan's mouth is light (gou): "I pretend I don't know. You come forward and verbally finalize the engagement. After coaxing Tang Shixin to sign, I will refuse the engagement."
Father Luo was silent for a few seconds: "Okay..."
Luo Zhan: "It's fine if you agree."
"Good size!"
Master Luo exploded and almost lifted the table to Luo Zhan's face, gritted his teeth and said:
"Your bad idea is to use my old face and the Luo family's century-old reputation for your little girl, huh?!"
Luo Zhan was too close, and his face was washed by the father's saliva.
He wiped it disgustingly, and moved a few steps aside: "I haven't finished talking yet."
"What else do you want to say? I'm just too used to you and me! Why don't you (gan gan) hang me out to parade, huh?" Old man Luo jumped into a thunder, "It's really up to that point, don't talk about me Who would dare to do business with the Luo family without leaving the old face? How can the Luo family gain a foothold in the circle!"
Luo Zhan sneered slightly, and said casually: "Broken the contract is not something that hasn't been (fa) in the business field. What is the fuss? As long as you give the Tang family a sufficient explanation, who can talk about the Luo family's gossip. "
"..."
Elder Luo's angry eyes paused slightly. After a while, he slowly suppressed his emotions, sat back, and asked in a cold voice:
"Between the Luo family and the Tang family, refusing to marry is not a trivial matter. What can you explain to them?"
Luo Zhan's ten fingers on the sofa undulated lightly, and he smiled seriously: "How many subsidiaries are they divided into?"
"!"
Father Luo picked up the black tea cup and threw it on Luo Zhan's face.
Luo Zhan evaded: "It's a joke, just a joke. Don't be angry, grandpa, I'm expecting you to come to the door cheeky."
"I think you just want to me off, so you can beat the Luo family to the end as you like!"
Luo Jingyuan was so angry that he handed the cup to his mouth and poured a sip of the cool black tea, which slightly quenched the anger in his heart.
He looked at Luo Zhan coldly: "Do you have any reliable explanations?"
"Yes."
"Then say!"
"..."
Luo Zhan narrowed his eyes.
A few seconds later, he leaned back on the sofa, raised his hand holding the leather backrest, and pointed his index finger to the east facing wall of the study room.
Mr. Luo followed his gaze and looked over
On the quaint and heavy altar table, the time-honored family stick of the Luo family was resting on the smoothly polished fence.
Father Luo was taken aback.
A few seconds later, his eyes turned back in shock: "You crazy boy, you don't want to..."
Luo Zhan dropped his hands and smiled nonchalantly.
"The Tang family wants multiple explanations, so I just give it."