After dinner, Mumbai received a notice from the company and ran to the meeting. Zhang Xiaofan was also taken away by the man in black who suddenly came to the door. After leaving, he raised his middle finger to Ye Chen, who smiled innocently, and Ye Chen ignored it.

In the room where the atmosphere was still harmonious, only Ye Chen and Cui Huaguang were left. Cui Huaguang watched the car that came to pick up Zhang Xiaofan disappeared at the corner, put his hand behind him and sighed and lay on the master's chair. His tone was full of anger: "Xiaofan is very obedient, why didn't he ask him to stay for a few more days?"

Of course, it was to ensure Zhang Xiaofan's safety. Ye Chen answered this in his heart, but his face was indifferent. Whether it was the sudden work in Mumbai or the people who came to pick up Zhang Xiaofan, it was arranged by him. He wanted to talk to Cui Huaguang alone if he had something to do. If the two people stayed, it might be in the way, or even put themselves in a dangerous situation. It would be better to leave people out from the beginning. After everything returned to normal, they would love to stay and walk, and it depends on themselves.

"Mr. Ye, do you have something to say to me?" Cui Huaguang turned his body, and turned from turning his back to Ye Chen to facing him. He put his hand under his neck, looking completely unprepared. If Ye Chen attacked Cui Huaguang at this time, he could capture Cui Huaguang in an instant.

Unfortunately, Ye Chen was disdainful of making tricks. He just looked at Cui Huaguang coldly and said, "Mr. Cui, do you have no impression of what happened in the past few days?"

"I didn't say it, why don't you believe me, old man?" said Old Man Cui.

Ye Chen sat down calmly. He drank the tea he had made before leaving Mumbai and said: "I have the most basic trust between people, but how should I believe a person who doesn't remember anything?"

Old Man Cui laughed angrily: "I thought you were a different person. I misread you. You businessmen are all gracious things. When they are valuable to you, you can still pretend to be respectful. Now it's useless, so you start to take up your airs?"

"You are not welcome in my little house, you go, go." Old Man Cui said as he stood up, pushing Ye Chen to lock him outside the door.

Ye Chen returned to his car and closed his eyes to rest.

Mumbai told him that Old Man Cui has a bad temper and hates others to fight him the most. Sometimes, as soon as he gets up, even Mumbai can't persuade him. Just now Ye Chen tentatively asked, Cui Huaguang's temper is indeed exactly the same as Mumbai's description, but... can he feel at ease in this way?

Could that inexplicable note and the anonymous letter delivered to him be just a prank?

No, this is definitely not a prank. Whether it is a note or anonymous letter, the words in it exudes a disgusting smell, which is a malicious intention against Ye Chen.

Still have to continue to pay attention. Ye Chen raised the glass to cover the glass, and Yu Guang looked at the room where Cui Huaguang was from time to time. He slowly left here, and after he left, the light of the room where Cui Huaguang was darkened in an instant.

After Ye Chen returned home, he first played with Liang Yin and Jiumi for a while, and then he returned to his room and ordered his subordinates to contact the detective office to monitor Cui Huaguang. The next morning, he went to Zhang Xiaofan's home.

"Chief Liang." Before the car could enter the courtyard, Ye Chen saw the soldiers in a neat row standing in two rows to welcome him. He got out of the car, threw the key to a soldier next to him, and saluted Liang Jingchen with a smile.

"You boy, I've seen it." Liang Jingchen is a man nearly two meters tall and is also Ye Chen's close friend. They have not known each other for many years, but because of like-mindedness, they have a very good relationship. However, Liang Jingchen is a person with several stunning features on his shoulders. He is not as leisurely as Ye Chen, and basically has a whole year. It is not during this period that major events have happened in the city that he will come back.

Ye Chen and Liang Jingchen walked into the courtyard while walking. Zhang Xiaofan sat upright in the hall and said hello to Ye Chen humbly. The smile in Ye Chen's eyes became even stronger: "Only in front of you, this kid will be a little more obedient." Isn't this real example of something falling down?

Liang Jingchen glanced at Zhang Xiaofan. Zhang Xiaofan was stiff and sat even more straight, his spine was as straight as a velocity pole. "Xiaofan is naughty. Didn't he cause trouble for you before?"

"Can he do?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and asked, and the aura of kingly domineering appeared immediately.

Liang Jingchen looked at him, and evil spirits were overflowing from his body. He was a ruthless character who survived in the rain of bullets. The evil spirits emitted from him always brought the coldness of death. Zhang Xiaofan was innocently caught in the gun and was attacked from both sides. After a while, he curled up because of Ye Chen and Liang Jingchen's confrontation.

When Ye Chen saw it, he retracted his momentum and picked up Zhang Xiaofan.

"Stand up and see what you are now." Zhang Xiaofan was weak all over and had to hold Ye Chen's waist to maintain balance, so as not to fall to the ground and make a fool of himself in front of the adults. When Liang Jingchen saw it, his eyebrows frowned into a small mountain.

Zhang Xiaofan was playing computer games in his room, but was for no reason pulled out to meet guests, but inexplicably became cannon fodder between the two. Now he was scolded by his elders. The more he thought about it, he became more and more aggrieved. He became rebellious and yelled with a red face, "I don't want it."

Liang Jingchen's eyes sterned. Ye Chen looked at the momentum of the two of them, picked up Zhang Xiaofan and put it on the sofa, and said, "What's wrong? Are you father and son planning to start the Third World War?"

"Who is his son, I am not." Zhang Xiaofan pouted and retorted.

Liang Jingchen said coldly: "Look at your appearance, the old Liang family does not have descendants like you."

"Hmph." Both sides disliked each other for a while, and finally the gods snorted coldly at each other, and turned their heads away.

Although Liang Jingchen and Zhang Xiaofan have different surnames, they are indeed real father and son. When Zhang Xiaofan was born, his mother died of dysfunction. In order to commemorate his deceased wife, Liang Jingchen asked Xiaofan to take his mother's surname. Because Liang Jingchen was not at home all year round, there was always some gap between the father and son. Liang Jingchen, who had broken legs and brows, always blushed when Zhang Xiaofan was here. Will the father and son have to stage a century-old war?
Chapter completed!