Chapter 1108 (1/2)

He thought that he would never see the nominal father again. He thought that the father did not remember his son at all.

Walking on the garden path, Zhongwen suddenly stopped, released Zhou Jiao's hand, rubbed his soft black hair, and said with a light smile, ”jiao'er, your father came all the way here just to see you once, so you can talk.”

Zhongclassical Chinese, turning to Zhou an, who had been following, nodded and walked away.

Zhou an goes to his son and squats down to straighten out his wrinkled collar.

Before his hand touched his collar, jiao'er quickly stepped back and drew away from him. He was obviously not used to his touch, even though he was his father.

Zhou an smiled bitterly: ”jiao'er, it seems that you really don't remember the father.”

Zhou Jiao frowned: ”you are my father. Why did you send me here instead of letting me stay with you?” Every child has his own parents, and he, only his aunt and uncle.

Zhou an sighed: ”there are some things that are not suitable to tell you now. When you grow up, you will naturally know that jiao'er, would you like to go back with me?”

Jiao'er asked, ”go back? Where to go? ”

”Go home, back to your old home.” Since the dissolution of the moon left, five years ago, he has no more concubines, no interest in spoiling any woman, the palace, only two princesses, no prince.

Jiao'er is his only son and will be the only heir of Zhou Dynasty. He plans to make jiao'er the prince.

Jiao'er shook his head without thinking: ”no, I don't want to go.”

Zhou an asked, ”why?”

Jiao'er said, ”where wen'er is, it's home. Where wen'er is, I'll be.”