Kang Minghui spat fiercely: "I only know that I feel very unhappy and disgusting. Very, very disgusting."
"What's going on?"
Kang Wei Bo became displeased when he saw the mess in front of his son's room.
When they saw him coming, no one dared to say a word. Even Su Yongjun, who was beating his wife, stopped out of fear.
"Sir, Mr. Kang..."
Wu Bin leaned close to Kang Wei Bo's ear and gently told him briefly what had happened.
After hearing this, Kang Wei Bo's face darkened and turned as dark as ink.
Seeing that he looked unhappy, Su Yali hurried forward to explain:
"Mr. Kang, there must be some misunderstanding here. My mom and dad have a very good relationship, and my mom is already so old, it's impossible for her to have no self-awareness at all..."
Kang Weibo glanced at her and immediately made a decision: "You guys go back first! I will check this matter thoroughly."
"Thank you, Mr. Kang."
After expressing her gratitude, Su Yali quickly grabbed her parents and left, one by one.
Seeing this, the others also dispersed.
Here, no one dares to be rude in front of Kang Weibo, unless you want to be driven out to face the zombies, or unless you don't want to live.
Seeing his father's grim expression, Kang Minghui swallowed his saliva fearfully: "Dad..."
Kang Weibo pushed him aside and walked into the room.
After the door was closed, he stared at him with a look of disappointment: "After such a mess, you still have a good face?"
Everything in his life was good, except for his son.
He does nothing on weekdays except eating, drinking and having fun, and he is also particularly lustful.
Even at the end of the world, they still relied on his support behind them and never knew how to restrain themselves.
"I didn't want to, but as soon as I opened my eyes... I was so scared that I almost fell off the bed."
Kang Minghui felt very aggrieved.
Whenever he thought back to that time, he felt sick to his stomach.
Thinking that his son only likes beautiful women, Kang Wei Bo also knew that there was something fishy about this matter.
Pointing to the long red scar on his left cheek, he asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
Kang Minghui touched his cheek and said gloomily, "Wasn't it that woman Zhang Wenli who caught him?"
"Zhang Wenli?"
Why does this name sound familiar to him
"That's... Song Hai's wife."
Kang Minghui felt a little guilty.
He knew that although Song Hai was not his father's confidant, he was also an old subordinate in his father's company.
It was also for this reason that he had been restraining himself from touching Zhang Wenli.
Kang Weibo rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache: "There are so many women down there, aren't they enough for you to play with? Are you still going to target Song Hai's wife?"
"Dad, she's different, she...she..."
Kang Minghui felt a little embarrassed for the first time.
His voice lowered a few notes: "I pursued her in school before, but she rejected me."
No matter how beautiful or noble the women in the school are, as long as he takes action, there is nothing he can't handle.
But Zhang Wenli, who came from an ordinary family, refused to buy it.
No matter if he gave her flowers, a diamond ring, or a house or a car, she was unwilling to sleep with him.
He even refused to go on a date, and after graduation, he simply disappeared.
He didn't expect that the woman he had worked so hard to get would choose Song Hai, a big and strong man with an ordinary family background.
This made him very unwilling and unconvinced.
"So it was her?"
Kang Weibo had an impression of this girl.
Because Zhang Wenli was the only woman his son had ever been serious about, the only woman he had ever formally mentioned to him, and even said he wanted to marry her.