Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

Since the trip to Melbourne brought his son back to Lidao successfully, Yan Yaoqin was indescribably proud and refreshed from head to toe.

If in the past he was a tireless chariot, leading Yan's team to conquer cities and march forward bravely, then now he is a brand-new chariot with sufficient fuel, overhauled parts, and good lubricating oil. Roaring cheerfully, the tires stirred up smoke and dust, and they were full of energy and ready to go, with a great ambition to gallop the entire Lidao under their feet.

Love is like a marvelous magic, and the magic wand is held in the hands of A Yang. With just one click on the top of his head, Lao Yan, a calm 40-year-old man, will immediately transform into a passionate young man in his early twenties. The irresponsible drive of youth also returned to him.

This time Yan Yaoqin had completely tasted what it was like to love someone, and finally figured out what "love" is.

Looking back at those historical stories, King Zhou You who smiled for Bo Baosi and played the feudal lords, King Shang Zhou who built wine pools and meat forests for Daji, and Wu Sangui who was furious for Chen Yuanyuan, he shamelessly gave birth to a lot of understanding and understanding. pity.

Of course, I dare not tell Zhuo Yang about these messy thoughts, otherwise the little fox would smile and stretch out his sharp claws knowing that he was comparing himself to some charming goblins and courtesans. Scratch me mercilessly.

Having said that, my son is so energetic, gentle and lovely, even if he is full of anger, he is sweet. If he doesn't see his son show his temper for a few days and teach him a lesson, his heart will be rubbed by fine fluff Generally, itchy.

What a cheapie!Yan Yaoqin shook his head and laughed at himself.But... even if it's so cheap that I look down on it, I'm still very happy...

When he was sitting in the study like this, facing the table full of documents and materials, wandering in the sky and thinking about it, there were a few light knocks on the door outside.

Yan Yaoqin thought it was Ling Caiyi who came to exchange for hot tea, so he called casually without raising his head: "Come in".

The door was opened and closed silently, and the sound of footsteps came slowly to the desk, but the teacup was not put down for a long time.Yan Yaoqin raised his head suspiciously, and met his son's smiling eyes.He was still immersed in the unspeakable thoughts just now, and Zhuo Yang in his heart overlapped with Zhuo Yang in front of him for a while, making people inexplicably trance, leaving only a embarrassed smirk.

Zhuo Yang didn't say a word, put the teacup he was holding on the table, pulled Yan Yaoqin's wrist involuntarily, clasped his fingertips on the dial of the watch, and then held that wrist and pushed it in front of Yan Yaoqin.

Yan Yaoqin glanced at the pointer subconsciously. It turned out that the time was approaching midnight without knowing it. He entered the study room after dinner and sat there for four or five hours. He looked down at the unprocessed files before he realized that My mind wandered too much.

Zhuo Yang pushed the teacup forward: "It's so late, I'll replace it with jasmine slices for you, it will clear your mind and calm your mind, and you can sleep well after drinking it."

It was rare to see his son so considerate to himself, Yan Yaoqin didn't care about the heat, so he quickly picked it up and drank a few big gulps.Zhuo Yang leaned on the table, leaning on his chin with one hand, watching with great interest: "How is it, does it smell good?"

Yan Yaoqin couldn't help nodding, his face full of satisfaction.

"The fragrance is right, I put chicken essence and sesame oil in it!" Zhuo Yang blinked mischievously, but couldn't hold it anymore, and he was the first to laugh out.Soon, he returned to his usual obedient appearance, and asked in a low voice, "Drink my tea, can you do something for me?"

Yan Yaoqin sighed a long time: "Oh——I thought there would be benefits tonight, but I was fishing with bait. I can't help it. People have short mouths. Let me know what you want..." Helplessness and complaints are naturally pretended Yes, he is feeling good in his heart, wishing his son would ask him every day, so that he can show off his skills and earn points for himself.

Disappointed by his fake, but actually looking forward to it, Zhuo Yang knew it well, but he didn't point it out. He took the initiative to lower his posture and asked: "Mr. Mr. Zheng, the master of calligraphy and painting, do you still have contact? At that time you said You can ask him to teach Chinese painting techniques, but I don’t know if I want to go now, it’s too late.”

"So it's for this." Yan Yaoqin looked relaxed, "My pair of 'enamel amphoras' are still in Mr. Zheng's studio, I want to see them for the sake of the vases, and I won't be turned away if I bring you to visit. "

Zhuo Yang moved closer, and asked embarrassingly, "How much did you pay for that pair of vases?"

Yan Yaoqin thought for a while, and was a little uncertain: "Uh... about 10,000+."

"Oh..." Zhuo Yang suddenly covered his chest with one hand, and frowned bitterly, "80..."

"What's the matter?" Yan Yaoqin didn't know whether it was true or not, so he hurriedly got up to check.Zhuo Yang held back the laughing ghost and shouted: "80, my heart hurts so much!"

Seeing his son's mischievous appearance transformed into a little miser, Yan Yaoqin couldn't help laughing, he held him in his arms, and casually pinched his elastic face.

Zhuo Yang was pinched to the point of pain, begging for mercy, wriggling like a caterpillar, waiting for an opportunity to get out of Yan Yaoqin's arms, and deftly hiding across the table, he said with a smile: "Old Yan, don't worry, I will be good with Zheng Yaoqin." Old school, steal all his housekeeping skills, and help you earn back the 80 capital!"

Yan Yaoqin was about to catch up and bring his youngest son back to continue rubbing, when the door of the study was knocked twice, and then Yan Yuxing's resounding voice sounded: "Father, it's me."

The frolicking one big and one small hurriedly stopped their hands and feet, adjusted their postures, straightened their expressions, and breathed smoothly, with incomparable rules.When Yan Yuxing walked into the room, what he saw was that his father was sitting in front of the writing desk, contemplating the complicated documents on the table, while his younger brother was standing by the bookshelf beside him, quietly flipping through the picture album.

When Yan Yaoqin saw his eldest son, he immediately returned to his usual attitude of being in charge of the family. He automatically switched from the channel of "Talk about Love" to the channel of "Strategy". How was the dinner tonight?"

Yan Yuxing's mood was a little irritable, and his breathing was heavy: "This Peter Chen is obviously more difficult to deal with than Director Liu. Although he attended the dinner for Uncle Feng's face, he was very slippery. Say what you should say, and what you shouldn't say He also refused to let go. I don't know if I can't trust our Yan family, or I think I, Young Master Yan, are not enough." It seems that he was somewhat wronged just now.

Regarding his son's complaints, Yan Yaoqin was noncommittal: "In the officialdom, it is inevitable to be cautious. This Peter Chen is the most vocal among the directors to be elected. He used to be Director Liu's secretary. Now old Liu is resigning." I think it will pave the way for my own people."

"Yeah, it is precisely because he is the most promising to become the next director that we swallowed our anger to please, otherwise who would have the patience to deal with such greedy politicians. The damn thing is, the more sincerely we treat them, the more they will Pretentiously pick up Joe!" Yan Yuxing was indignant, and impatiently took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, trying to dispel the evil fire in his heart.

Yan Yaoqin pulled the cigarette out of his son's mouth and threw it into the ashtray: "Your brother is here!"

Yan Yuxing was sullen in his heart, but when he heard his father's words, he turned his head to look at his younger brother who was blinking with big eyes who seemed to understand, his expression eased a little, and he gently put the lighter back into his pocket.

Yan Yaoqin was a little displeased with the eldest son's straight temper, which he couldn't change. He didn't do business like gangsters collecting protection fees. He just nailed it to the table with a machete.The bigger the business, the more restrictions you will be subject to in all aspects. It is inevitable to deal with all kinds of official people. At this time, you should talk to people and talk to the devil. , Jump over, roundabout.

After pondering for a while, Yan Yaoqin said with a cold face: "I don't believe him. Peter Chen's backstage is so tough that he doesn't care whether we support him behind the scenes. Since he takes Joe, he should simply scare him. He doesn't need Yan, someone will always need... "

Yan Yuxing didn't understand the meaning of the words, staring at his father, still waiting for the next sentence.Seeing this, Yan Yaoqin felt rather disappointed that iron could not be made into steel, and his face darkened immediately.The father and son froze for a moment.

Zhuo Yang carefully looked at his father and then at his elder brother, a depressive atmosphere enveloped the pair of father and son.His eyes flickered, and he pretended to casually walk to Yan Yuxing's side, where a large glass fish tank was placed on the rosewood table, and a rare Dexus Luohan fish was swimming leisurely in it.

Arhat fish is quite spiritual and can play with people, but it has a strong sense of territoriality, and it behaves very fiercely when facing other fish.Zhuo Yang purposely picked up the mirror that was placed by the side of the fish tank to sometimes tease the fish and looked into it. The fish was immediately enraged, and vigorously bumped into the projection in the mirror.

The noise in the fish tank reminded Yan Yuxing, and he suddenly understood: "Dad means...we should pretend to be in contact with his competitors and put on a gesture to stimulate him and let him realize how important our support is. ?”

Yan Yaoqin let out a sigh of relief, looked over the elder son's shoulder, and glanced calmly at Zhuo Yang who was happily playing with the water behind him, ha, you brat!

Zhuo Yang also greeted him with tacit understanding, and at the same time stuck out his tongue and made a funny face.Yan Yaoqin couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing suddenly, which made Yan Yuxing think that he had said something wrong again, and became nervous again.

Yan Yaoqin immediately restrained his emotions and sat upright: "This Peter Chen has always been in a stable career, so he will inevitably be arrogant, with his nostrils upturned, and it will be easier to deal with him in the future if he is properly rubbed. , half-truth, half-false, Mingli must give him enough face!"

Yan Yuxing couldn't help but nod his head, knowing that this was his father's approval.After discussing the details for a few more words, they went back to their room to rest.

When the eldest son's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, Yan Yaoqin greeted Zhuo Yang beside the fish tank: "Be careful, that fish is fierce, don't let it bite your fingers."

Zhuo Yang pouted unreasonably: "This is your fish, if it bites me, it must be instigated by you."

Now Yan Yaoqin became interested: "Why should I instigate it? If I want to bite, I will do it myself!" As he spoke, he was about to pounce on it.

Zhuo Yang let go of his hands immediately, fled to the sofa, bent his knees and hugged the pillow and giggled: "Why, it's cloudy and sunny?"

Yan Yaoqin smiled wryly knowingly, then shook his head and laughed at himself: "Where is Da Yan, there is a little Yan who secretly helps, I, the old Yan, can only be a loner."

"It's really blatant jealousy!" Zhuo Yang jumped down and ran behind Yan Yaoqin, put out his hand and squeezed the other's shoulder twice in a pretentious manner, "Is the balance now, cheap old Yan?"

Yan Yaoqin didn't speak, raised his hand to grab Zhuo Yang's hand resting on his shoulder, held it gently in the palm of his hand, stroked the protruding calluses on his son's little finger joints with his fingertips, and ironed it very well.

Zhuo Yang let him hold it calmly, and said quietly: "Brother's reaction is actually not slow at all, but you are too impatient with him. Many times I can quickly understand what you mean, just because of the two of us. The way of thinking is just trying to get closer. It’s like those Westerners, no matter how authentic Chinese they are, they can’t understand our traditional poems accurately. easier."

Yan Yaoqin looked into Zhuo Yang's eyes calmly, and nodded vigorously: "Okay, A Yang, listen to you, I will try."