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Chapter 395 He feels that he is a dutiful son in the world

Chapter 395 He thinks he is the filial son of the human world

Bi Yujin's affairs cannot be hidden from Feng Zhiwan.

He soon learned that Bi Yujin was brave enough to find Feng Lanyan.

The first thought was that Feng Lanyan didn't even ask anyone to blow him out.

Soon Feng Zhiwan felt that this idea was a bit extreme again.

The eldest son seems to be extra ruthless in doing things, but he won’t do such things that are not on the surface in front of everyone.

——Anyway, it is Bi Yujin who is not on the table.

When I think of Bi Yujin, Feng Zhiwan also feels a little toothy.

He likes this young son who is back, and it is different from any of his children.

Bi Yujin is well-behaved and sensible, and is more considerate than the smart Qiu Yan, not to mention Feng Lanyan. She is simply a little angel!

And he is smart enough, no worse than his eldest son.

He's just too young...

When Feng Zhiwan heard about his visit to Feng Lanyan, he felt complicated and had a kind of expectation. The child had a fearless impulse and would do things that others could not imagine.

Feng Zhiwan's chief secretary was still reporting intimately: "I heard that the eldest young master not only did not drive him away, but also accepted the pastries made by the young master."

Of course, no one knows whether the pastry is eaten or not.

Feng Zhiwan couldn't help but have some imagination: "When the relationship between the two brothers is better, I will propose to let Xiao Jin enter Feng's household registration. How confident do you think Feng Lanyan has to oppose it?"

The secretary glanced at Feng Zhiwan. As the chief secretary, he could still guess his boss's heart and was smart enough: "I think the eldest young master probably won't care about household registration."

"oh?"

Feng Zhiwan raised his eyebrows. At this time, he showed similarities to Feng Lanyan in the subtle areas: "Why do you feel so?"

The secretary carefully considered his words: "Because the matter of entering a household registration will not hinder the eldest son's inheritance rights. But I do not recommend going further."

In fact, Feng Zhiwan is also very clear that Feng Lanyan doesn’t care about these things at all.

The old man cares about it.

What the old man wants to guarantee is Feng Lanyan's unique inheritance rights.

There was once when Feng Zhiwan was coaxed by Zhou Lihai's mother and wanted to include Zhou Lihai in a good mood. At that time, Feng Lanyan did not show any objection.

But Feng Zhiwan finally gave up this idea.

Because he knew very well that Zhou Lihai could not play with his eldest son.

For those who can't play with their eldest son, it is useless for the eldest son to occupy any favorable conditions.

Feng Zhiwan couldn't help but sigh: "Although that stranger is not in the same way as me, he is indeed the best among all my sons, and he follows me."

secretary:"……"

If a boss is narcissistic, he will naturally not talk much when he is a secretary.

"I'd better find some time to register Xiao Jin's household registration. He has no background and will not cause any obstacles to Feng Lanyan. He will not make things difficult for the mother and mother."

The secretary said respectfully: "Okay, I will arrange someone to handle this matter as soon as possible."

“By the way…”

Feng Zhiwan raised his hand and hesitated for a moment: "You can enter the household registration, but you don't need to do anything else."

The secretary nodded to show his understanding.

That is, you can enter the Feng family, but you don’t need to make a big announcement to the world.

The old man is still in a nursing home. Although he has three factions in his family, to be fair, he and his father have a good relationship and are unwilling to do things that make the other party very unhappy, and it is also for the sake of his health.

Feng Zhiwan felt that he was really a filial son in his own right.
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