May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

The hall was quiet in an instant, and some people were startled by Sheng Ning's eyes, but she didn't expect her to have such fierce eyes. I thought it was a good bully, but now thinking about it, being selected by my grandpa is definitely not a simple role.

Manager Xing was taken aback, wasn't it the husband ordered it?

"Miss Shengning, it's me!" A man about thirty years old walked out respectfully.

"Xiao Ni?" This is Manager Ni's nephew, and Manager Xiao Ni has taken over his position since the accident.

"Damn it! Don't go, just show him to me." Sheng Ning dropped the words and rushed towards the room quickly.

Director Xing had the greatest power of the Feng family, and Sheng Ning ordered many of his subordinates not to say anything to arrest Director Ni. Manager Xing also realized his mistake, but fortunately he was surrounded by all the people in the hall.

"Manager Xing, what are you doing?"

"Grandpa is not dead yet! Do you want to stage a coup?"

"I didn't expect you to be such an unpredictable person."

The young masters and ladies of the Feng family were all furious.

The doctors in Mr. Feng's room have all gone. If his illness was replaced by an ordinary person and died early, he would live to the present thanks to expensive medicinal materials and terrible willpower.

This time he vomited blood, even if the gods came, it was useless.

"Grandpa." Feng Xintong knelt in front of the bed, looking at the dying Mr. Feng with gentle and kind eyes.

"You...who... let you in?" Mr. Feng saw the person in front of the bed clearly, his pupils shrank slightly and he said slurredly.

"Grandpa, I'll take you one last ride!"

"Get out!" He was holding his breath now, just to wait for Ningning. He still has a lot of important things to confess to Ningning personally. The Feng family is very powerful, and what is really serious is not the internal fighting and the intertwined external relationship.

All these require his oral confession.

"Grandpa, you are dying. I still like being so high." Feng Xintong tore off the disguise from his face, revealing a hideous look. "Do you know who I hate the most? It is you, who divides the family into three, six or nine grades. It is you who look down on the mixed race, and it is you who deprived me of my inheritance rights, allowing me to live humblely from birth Under the aura of others."

"The Feng family must never fall into the hands of foreigners, and mixed blood will not work either." This is his bottom line.

"It's ridiculous. Who can only be the Patriarch of the Feng family? You wait for me to send Shengning down to accompany you soon."

Mr. Feng no longer has the strength to speak. He looked at Feng Xintong with a sad look, and he was very angry when he saw her. He jumped up with an unknown fire and took the pillow beside him.

"Grandpa, I know you have to wait for Shengning to confess your last words, but you have no chance." She came in to prevent grandpa's last words from being spoken, so that the more secret power and wealth of the Feng family could not be passed on to Shengning's hands. .

If she can't get it, she won't even think about it.

Mr. Feng looked at her eyes, full of pity and sarcasm.

Feng Xintong was fierce, his eyes frantically pulled out Mr. Feng's oxygen machine and infusion bottle, holding a pillow in his hand, trying to smother Mr. Feng to death. In the end, there was no need at all. Mr. Feng was dying, so he was hanging on to his life on oxygen and infusion.

A generation of heroes, a magnificent life ended so quietly.

From the prosperous Shanghai to the United States, which symbolizes freedom and wealth.