President Daddy is too difficult to deal with

When the two returned to Ye's house, they ran into Fu Bo chasing Ye An'an all over the yard.

Holding a few pieces of clothes in his hand, he gestured in his direction, but the little guy kept avoiding him, refusing to turn his head no matter what.

Somewhat funny.

"An An."

Ye Wanwan called out.

Hearing a familiar voice, Ye An'an looked in the direction, his eyes lit up, and he ran over like a joy, and plunged into Ye Wanwan's arms with a lot of strength.

"Mum, you're finally back, I'm going crazy."

Uncle Fu stopped not far away, put his hands on his knees, panted heavily, and took a while before speaking.

"The young master is so good at running, I just wanted to give a few words of advice, no matter how hard I chase him, I can't catch up."

Ye Wanwan smiled and was about to speak, but the little guy was afraid that Mommy would get angry, so he murmured, "I've been talking about it all morning, it's so, so annoying."

The voice of the last few words was extremely low, afraid of being heard by several other people, it was so small that only Ye Wanwan and Quan Tingmo beside them could hear it.

Quan Ting raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked upstairs.

"Let me come, he has long wanted to play."

Ye Wanwan said to Uncle Fu apologetically that these things should have happened by herself.

So an hour later, Uncle Fu's nagging object changed from Ye An'an to Ye Wanwan. She held her forehead helplessly, as if she was about to flee, and they were going to move the whole family there.

When he was back upstairs, Quan Ting Mojie received a call from Quan Lao, asking him to come over.

Knowing what he wanted to say without thinking, he changed into more comfortable clothes and walked over.

Since old man Quan retired, he has been writing without radar every morning. When Quan Tingmo arrived, he had already finished writing several sheets of rice paper and put them aside quietly.

The arrogance and wantonness of youth have faded away in old age, and the whole person's state has become much calmer, but the cold eyebrows always remind others of how cold the character was once.

Quan Tingmo said hello, and stood aside respectfully, watching the calligraphy and paintings in the study carefully, and was not in a hurry to speak.

On the other hand, Old Quan spoke first.

"The child wants to go back to Ye's house?" There was a lot of indifference in his tone, but he was reluctant to hear it.

"Yes, the child can't live without his mother, so he will go back for more than a week." Quan Tingmo explained, but his eyes were fixed on the priceless landscape painting on the wall, trying to figure out the artistic conception.

He has never liked this kind of painting, but Mr. Quan likes it very much. There are precious paintings all over the room.

"Those individuals in the Ye family made good calculations. They got a grandson for no reason, and even got in touch with the Quan family."

Old Quan is very proud and arrogant, and has always looked down on companies that made a fortune halfway. Five years ago, Quan Tingmo helped Ye's, and he also strongly opposed it.

Quan Tingmo didn't speak, and let old man Quan continue.

"I'm here today to talk to you about the shares. After all, I'm going to get married, so there are still things I should have."

After finishing speaking, he signaled the people on the side to pass something to Quan Tingmo.

The betrothal gift from both parties is not too much, Quan Tingmo has already planned it long ago, and Gong Ming has already sent Gong Ming to prepare the transfer document. Unexpectedly, Elder Quan would take the initiative to mention this, and opened the document curiously.

Surprised to find that all the shares transferred by Mr. Quan are directly linked to Ye An'an, and Ye Wanwan has none at all!