Chapter Five Hundred and Thirtieth: Perseverance

Song Jinning has been obsessed with scientific research all her life, and her once deep love with Huo Guanchen has now become a thing of the past. Apart from scientific research, she now has her son Huo Shaoheng in her heart, so her son's lifelong happiness is the top priority for her.

"Who dares?!" Song Jinning took a step forward, pointed at Huo Guanchen and said angrily, "Whoever thinks that way is dirty! Don't put your shady thoughts on my son! When Shao Heng was the guardian of Nian, Nianzhi is twelve years old, but Shaoheng didn't like her when she was twelve years old! You should grow your brains!"

"You say no, but if someone says yes!" Huo Guanchen looked at his wife who had been in the ivory tower of the university research institute all his life, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. She has always been a princess, but he is not a prince...

"If someone slanders your son and daughter-in-law like this, what are you doing as a father?!" Song Jinning's fingers were about to poke Huo Guanchen's chest, "You don't stand up to defend them, but you still make trouble behind them, you Is it human!"

Huo Guanchen was so angry that he couldn't explain the truth to Song Jinning, so he couldn't help but waved his hand, "It's alright, alright, this matter is out of your business, don't meddle in it."

"Not in my care?!" Song Jinning became even more angry, "I am Shao Heng's mother, why not in my care?! I can't be a mother, so why do you, a father?!"

Huo Guanchen was made a little guilty by the words, and said sternly: "...I am not in my father's capacity, but in my capacity as the director of the Political Department of the Military Department."

"Oh, now I remember that I am the director of the Political Department of the military?" Song Jinning sneered, "But everyone thinks you are Shao Heng's father. So what should we do? How about this, in order to make you more 'unselfish', you and Shao Heng Break away from the father-son relationship, and then no matter whether you object or object, it has nothing to do with us!"

"Break the father-son relationship?! You're dreaming!" Huo Guanchen doesn't have a wife, but he can't even lose his son, and he has high hopes for this son, always hoping that he can go to the heights that neither he nor his grandfather have reached, so He is very concerned about his marriage.

"I'm dreaming? Haha, I wonder if I'm dreaming." Song Jinning shook his jade-like fist in front of Huo Guanchen, "If you continue to object, I guarantee you will have no son."

Huo Guanchen stifled, frowned for a while, then shook his head: "... If Shao Heng really doesn't even recognize his father because of Gu Nianzhi, then I have to object even more." To object?"

"Even if Shao Heng and I break away from the relationship between father and son, I will not agree." Huo Guanchen said firmly, "I am doing it for his own good, and he will understand."

Song Jinning didn't want to talk to him anymore, she didn't understand why she had a deep-rooted affection for this kind of person back then, and loved him for so many years...

She took a deep breath, suppressed the annoyance in her heart, and asked Huo Guanchen in confusion: "Isn't marriage just a matter of being happy with each other? What are you thinking? When you married me, you also wanted to get promoted smoothly? "

Huo Guanchen was stunned again, and subconsciously refuted Song Jinning: "Why were we the same back then? We were nothing at the time, so of course we could get married if we were in love. But Shaoheng is different..."

"Hehe, what's the difference? He's more powerful than you were back then. Could it be that he can't even marry the girl he loves? Then what's the point of being a major general?" Song Jinning snorted, "Forget it, with someone like you I don’t know why, I’m too troublesome, why should I reason with you.”

Huo Guanchen was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

Song Jinning turned around and left after speaking.

The sky-blue figure flickered in front of Huo Guanchen's eyes, and the snow-white silk scarf around his neck was fluttering, like white clouds floating in front of him from the blue sky