Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

"Here we come." The man in the wheelchair was about fifty years old. From his side profile, it could be seen that he was not the good-looking type. It can be said that except for the fact that Lu Zhiang is probably about the same height as him, there is nothing else like him. It is completely impossible to tell that the two are biological father and son. "How do you feel?"

Lu Zhiang stood up, lowered his eyelids to block the anger hidden in his eyes, and said calmly, "I don't feel anything special."

"You'd better adapt to your change in status. You are now a director of the Os Group and not a star. You have to show off your aura. If you don't know anything, you can ask Alvin. He is my confidant. He will Teach you how to do it." Wesley raised his left hand and moved forward, and the bodyguard behind him immediately pushed him to the desk according to his instructions. His desk was spacious and domineering, with many documents placed on the black and white shelves, and the height of the desk seemed to be tailor-made for him, just matching the height of his wheelchair. He put his hand on the table and picked up a stack of documents. He took out a copy, opened it, and while reading the document, he said in a deep voice, "You are my only bloodline. I didn't know your existence before and didn't teach you well. But now that you recognize it, I will Learn what you should learn according to my requirements. I don't like weak people, even if they are my sons, I will not accept weak people. If you can't do it well, I would rather crush you to death with my own hands than let you ruin my reputation. .Understand?"

The words were spoken coldly and full of threats.

The anger hidden in the depths of Lu Zhiang's eyes became more and more profound. He clenched his fists and said patiently, "I understand."

Who is Wesley? His identity is a mystery, and he is inextricably linked to the dark web. It can be said to be extremely powerful. Even Aos was not his opponent. Lu Zhiang was still too young. He thought he had hidden his resentment very well, but in fact, in Wesley's eyes, his so-called hiding had no effect at all.

Wesley's sharp gaze had locked onto his clenched hand. Lu Zhiang felt an uncomfortable look on his wrist, and he silently loosened his clenched hand.

Fortunately, Wesley didn't mean to argue with him and let him out coldly.

After Lu Zhiang went out, the middle-aged man leaned on the wheelchair, frowned, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes, "If I didn't have only one son, I wouldn't keep him."

Keeping a son who hates him is like keeping a wolf cub beside you. Once the wolf grows up, it will eat people.

It's a pity that he only has this bloodline, and because he was attacked by a sneak attack in his early years, he has already lost his fertility.

It can be said that Lu Zhiang is his only bloodline, and there will be no other bloodline in the future.

The short bodyguard behind him kept his eyes open and didn't answer. He was like a sculpture. If his eyes hadn't occasionally scanned every possible dangerous place in the room, it would have been impossible to tell that he was alive.

Wesley closed his eyes for a while and ordered him, "Let Ivan keep an eye on him. Oss will be released from prison today and will know the news about the new director soon. If Oss wants to touch him to save his life, others Let him suffer and leave him alone. Young people have to grow up through setbacks, otherwise they will always be just babies!"

The bodyguard said nothing and silently took out his mobile phone.

After Wesley finished giving instructions to him, he went to work.