"Oh, brother Zhan, we haven't seen each other for a long time!"

As soon as Zhao Hongming saw Zhan Qibei standing in the living room, he opened his arms and hugged him.

Zhan Qibei picked up his cane and pressed it against him, stopping Zhao Hongming's movements.

Zhao Hongming lowered his head to look at the cane handle against his chest, and then looked at Zhan Qibei with a look of disgust on his face. He couldn't laugh or cry, "Brother Zhan, do you dislike me so much?"

A snort escaped Zhan Qibei's nose, "You're a lot older. Who do you dislike if you don't dislike me?"

Zhao Hongming suddenly had a headache, "My brother, when it comes to age, you are older than me, right?"

"My brother doesn't dislike you, so what else do you dislike?"

As he said that, he wanted to hug Zhan Qibei again. Zhan Qibei stared at him with bulging eyes, "If you want to come back again, I'm leaving!"

Zhao Hongming quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I surrender, do I surrender?"

Zhan Qibei put away his cane and stopped embarrassing him.

Zhao Hongming chuckled, walked over, stretched out his hand, "Brother, sit down."

Zhan Qibei sat on the sofa, and Zhao Hongming ordered the servant, "Go and get the latest Junshan Silver Needle that I picked this year."

"Yes, sir."

The servant went down and Zhao Hongming sat down, "Brother, you haven't been to my place for a long time. I thought you had forgotten me, my brother."

Zhan Qibei looked at him, "Can I forget you?"

"No one can forget you."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Hongming smiled happily, clapped his hands on his legs, and said, "I just like how straightforward I am!"

The servant brought the brewed tea, and Zhao Hongming said, "Brother, try it. I went to H City to pick it myself this year. All the processes were done by myself."

"I know I love tea, so I must try my handiwork."

Zhan Qibei looked at the teacup in front of him. This teacup was no ordinary teacup. It was a tea cup from an ancient official kiln.

At first glance, it looks like it's old, it's a good antique.

"Your craftsmanship is excellent."

"Hahaha, I haven't tasted it yet, how do I know it's good?"

"Maybe it will be worse this time?"

"..." Zhan Qibei said nothing. He picked up the tea cup and opened the tea cup, and a pure aroma suddenly hit his nostrils.

When Zhan Qibei smelled the fragrance of the tea, he knew that the tea was good.

People who drink tea will naturally know how to taste tea. People who know how to taste tea will know whether the tea is good or not as soon as they smell the aroma.

There is no doubt that Zhao Hongming's tea is excellent.

Zhan Qibei took a sip and put down the teacup.

Zhao Hongming said, "Brother, how are you?

Does it suit your taste?"

Zhan Qibei looked at him, "You gave me the tea you made by yourself. How can I say no?"

"Haha, yes! As long as it doesn't suit my taste, I'll change it immediately. I don't have much else, I just have a lot of tea!"

Zhao Hongming was very cheerful, and Zhan Qibei said: "Okay, this tea is good."

"Then I'm happy."

"It's rare for me to have my brother praise me. I'll have to laugh for a few days."

The two of them were talking and the servants also left. The living room of several hundred square meters was not empty at all.

The two chatted for a while, and Zhao Hongming said: "Brother, can you play golf?"

The weather is nice today, just perfect for playing golf. Shall we go play two rounds?"

Zhan Qibei said: "My old bones are nothing compared to yours. I can't beat you."

"Brother, what are you talking about?

I see that your body is very strong, let’s go and fight!”

"It's just a competition to see if my brother beats me or if I beat him."

Zhao Hongming stood up as he spoke, picked up the wooden pestle and his cane, and said, "If you can't play golf, you can walk."

Zhao Hongming suddenly smiled bitterly, "Brother, do you really feel that you are old?"

"Isn't it?

You can be leisurely and at ease by yourself, while I, an old man, worry about this and that every day, so how can I have your leisure time?"

Hearing these words, Zhao Hongming smiled in his eyes and said nonchalantly, "What are you worrying about?

This junior is in charge of them."

"We just need to live a good life for ourselves. Where do we have the energy to take care of them?"

"in spite of!"

Zhao Hongming waved his hand directly, with a look of disgust on his face.

Zhan Qibei looked at Zhao Hongming, "You can see clearly."

"Of course! If I couldn't look away, how could I be as leisurely and comfortable as I am now?"

"Brother said, right?"

Zhan Qibei smiled, but only he knew how genuine this smile was.

"You are, but I am not."

"What?

Brother, do you really want to take care of it?"

Zhao Hongming's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe it.

Zhan Qibei turned his head and said, "No matter what, if this continues, the juniors will go to heaven."

"Ouch! Brother, what you said scared me. Who is this, making you worry so much?"

As he said this, Zhao Hongming thought of something and said, "It can't be Lian Shi's kid, right?"

Before Zhan Qibei could say anything, Zhao Hongming frowned and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't heard anything about Lian Shi's child for a long time. I don't know how the child is doing now."

His caring look seemed like he had a close relationship with Zhan Lianshi.

Zhan Qibei looked at Zhao Hongming, his face wrinkled, "Yes, I haven't heard from Lian Shi's kid for a long time."

"However, I do have news about your child."

"Our child?"

Zhao Hongming looked at Zhan Qibei and said, "Who are you talking about?"

"Haha, besides your Qiwei, who else is there?"

"Oh! I'm talking about Qi Wei. Don't you get news about that kid every two days?"

"I'm not surprised."

"no."

"ah?

no?

What happened?"

It seemed that Zhao Hongming didn't know what Zhao Qiwei was doing outside, and was very surprised.

Zhan Qibei sat down, holding his cane, looking calm and confident.

"That kid Qi Wei went to find trouble with a kid this morning."

"It just so happens that the child is the one our Zhan family wants to protect."

"This...this Wei...what did he do?"

Zhao Hongming seemed to really not know. He sat next to Zhan Qibei and said anxiously: "Brother, you must tell me carefully what is going on."

"If it's really Qi Wei's kid's fault, I will definitely teach him a lesson and never tolerate it."

Zhan Qibei didn't dare to catch Zhao Hongming's righteous words at all. He said, "You must have noticed the affairs of Qi Wei, Jin Jin, and Lian Shi over the years."

"I generally believe that children should make their own decisions regarding children's matters. They have their own ideas. I also believe that they will make the right decision."

"But over the years, the decisions and things these three children have made on some matters are indeed not appropriate."

Zhao Hongming frowned and nodded, "Brother is right."

"What about Jin Jin? What we did in Qi Wei was indeed wrong."
To be continued...