Young master, your vest fell off

Haishi, in the Xiang Family's compound, Mr. Xiang was sitting on a bamboo and rattan recliner, with a cup of brewed oolong tea in his hand, exuding a faint fragrance.The old man's face was filled with worry, his brows were tightly frowned, and he squinted at the phone screen.

　There are a few orchids planted in the yard, the flowers and leaves are withered, leaving only a few dry branches.

　"Xiao Yan, what have you been up to lately? There's no news at all." The old man's eyes followed the few broken leaves flying in the courtyard, his face serious.

　Xiang Yan pushed aside the stack of documents in front of him, stared at the photos on the table, and said with a smile, "The company is quite busy recently, and I don't have time to come back to see you. It's my oversight."

　He only listened to the voice, but Xiang Lao couldn't hear anything abnormal. What worried him was that Xiang Yan didn't give up the idea of ​​persecuting Ye Zichen.

　"I heard that Ye Zichen also started a business recently, did you know?" Xiang Lao pretended to mention it unintentionally.

　The movements in his hands froze, and Xiang Yan quickly returned to his usual appearance, and said with a smile: "Dad, what do you mean? What does his business have to do with me, or do you want me to help him?"

　He knew very well in his heart that what he said to the old man was obviously a test, and he was afraid that he was still investigating and following Ye Zichen.

　"It's not interesting at all." Mr. Xiang stood up, took a sip of the tea at hand, and then slowly said: "You don't have to worry about Ye Zichen's affairs, you just need to do your own thing well."

　The old man's words were mostly hints and reminders, which made Xiang Yan feel very uncomfortable, but he still smiled and looked very obedient.

　"Dad, I know all about it. I was the one who overstepped before, and there will be no such thing in the future."

　"Okay, that's it." Putting the teacup on the old man, he also moved the phone away from his ear, and pressed the red hang up button.

　A few "beeps" came from the receiver, Xiang Yan's face turned black, he threw the phone on the table, and stood up.

　In the center of the desktop is a photo of Situ Xianran, wearing a simple coat and jeans, but the angle is from the side, so you can tell it's a candid photo.

　"Ye Zichen," Xiang Yan sneered, and said angrily, "I know Ye Zichen! Have you ever cared about me!"

　Pushing down the pile of documents on the table, stepping on the paper to vent his anger, Xiang Yan's eyes were filled with anger, his gaze was fixed on the only remaining photo on the table, and the corner of his mouth curled into a stern smile.

　"I want you to taste what it feels like to be abandoned!"

　At this time, the Xiang Family's courtyard was completely silent. The old man drank the tea in the cup and walked into the house.

　The furniture arrangement in the living room is still the same as it was 20 years ago, and there are still a few scratches on the antique chair.

　The mottled marks always remind Xiang Lao of the days when his daughter was still there. For a while, he was in tears. He knelt down, stroked the scratches on the wooden chair, and couldn't help saying: "If you were still alive, you should be able to see that child, Grow well."

　The voice choked and echoed in the living room.

　The butler secretly wiped away tears, helped the old man up and said, "Old man, don't hurt yourself."

　"It's okay, I have old arms and legs, and I'm used to it." Xiang Lao smiled, pushed the butler's hand away, and stood up straight.

　"I don't have any other wishes now, but I hope that child can recognize his ancestors and return to Xiang's family as soon as possible. In this way, I can feel less guilty towards Jinyu." Xiang Lao smiled wryly, and his words were full of helplessness .

　Hearing this, the old housekeeper couldn't help asking: "Old man, are you sure the young lady wants him to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan?"

　The old man's face was stern, and he said angrily: "What's wrong with the Xiang family? Although I am old, I can help him in his career. It must be a good thing for him!"

　"Then why hasn't he agreed yet?"

　The old housekeeper's words made Xiang Lao ponder again, and after a few minutes, he sighed: "He is very stubborn, he is really just like Jinyu."

　After all, Xiang Lao laughed again, as if thinking of his own daughter, with a touch of pampering in his helplessness.

　The two sat down and chatted for a while, like gossip, and they didn't cry at every turn, they were just very emotional.

　This also made Xiang Lao think of Ye Zichen, and he thought again, wanting to ask him what he thinks.Walking upstairs to the study alone, he opened the drawer and took out an old photo.

　The photo was slightly yellowish, but the girl on it was smiling brightly.

　After stabilizing his emotions for a while, he put the photo on the table, picked up his cell phone and made a top call.

　"Son, have you thought about it yet?"

　Facing the old voice, Ye Zichen supported his forehead, frowned and said: "Xiang Lao, isn't it time yet?"

　Hearing this address, the old man was very upset: "I just want to ask, are you busy recently? Come out to have a meal and chat, don't you want to know about your mother?"

　Mentioning his mother, Ye Zichen's heart was slightly touched, but he had a lot of documents waiting to be processed, and he really couldn't separate himself.

　There was a problem with the new project, and he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time. He had been drinking coffee to brace himself before he barely started to deal with business.

　"I've been very busy recently, let's talk about my mother's affairs next time." Ye Zichen could only refuse.

　Xiang Lao let down his breath in disappointment, and asked instead: "No one should bother you recently, right?"

　Such a question made Ye Zichen stunned for a few seconds before replying: "No."

　"That's good," Mr. Xiang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "If you feel something is wrong, just tell me. Even if you don't enter Xiang's house, you are still my grandson. Do you understand what I mean?"

　There was a trace of compromise in the majestic voice, Ye Zichen was a little shocked, is this really the rumored vigorous Xiang Lao?

　"Understood." Ye Zichen responded obediently, and his heart was shaken again.

　He hasn't decided whether to go home or not. One reason is his grandma. He is afraid that after he leaves, grandma will not be taken care of.

　But if you think about it this way, why is Xiang Lao not alone and needs a descendant to accompany him?

　There was a bit of tangled pain in the tired eyes, Ye Zichen scratched his hair irritably.

　"Okay, you can go about your business and come to me when you are free." Xiang Lao said one last sentence, and quickly hung up the phone.

　From Ye Zichen's voice, Xiang Lao could hear his exhaustion, so he didn't press anymore.It's just that if Ye Zichen doesn't return to Xiang's house, he can't calm down for a day. He always feels that something big is about to happen, and he feels extremely bored.

　Putting down the phone in his hand, Xiang Lao glanced at the old photos on the table, propped himself up with one hand, and called his assistant.

　"Get the car ready, I'm going to find the old lady of the Ye family."

　Ye Zichen refused to let go, mainly because of Grandma Ye.Just imagine a child, how could he easily give up the old man who raised him?

　Mr. Xiang understood that he was a child who valued love and righteousness, but he had reached the point of using tricks to get Grandma Ye to agree, no matter how much it cost.