My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

What Ke Yanze wanted to do was to tell Ke Zhengyu about him and Song Wang being together.

After all, Fang Yichen will definitely find a way to stab Ke Zhengyu in front of him. Rather than being misunderstood by the old man that he deliberately concealed it from him, it is better for him to make it clear first.

As for what Ke Zhengyu would think at that time, it was none of his business.

The person or thing he likes will never change because of a word from others.

Although he mentioned the word "too early" when he was talking to Song Wang, in fact, in his heart, he had already fully determined that Song Wang would be his destiny in this life.

And Song Wang's answer also made him more determined, and he would not let go easily.

Ke Yanze sat expressionlessly on the leather sofa in the hall, with Song Wang beside him.

The latter seemed a little nervous, with a serious expression, sitting upright, with his hands neatly placed on his lap.Ke Yanze couldn't stand it anymore, took his hand and placed it between their legs.

This time, he was finally able to hold Song Wang's hand openly.

He turned his gaze to the front again.

Facing the two of them, Ke Zhengyu, Luo Ran, and the calm Ke Tong were silently watching their movements.

Ke Zhengyu frowned slightly, remained silent for a long time, and looked at Song Wang.

Song Wang straightened his back and said, "Uncle."

Ke Zhengyu looked at him, seemed to be looking at him, and seemed to be thinking about something, but did not respond.

Song Wang pursed his lips a little uncomfortably under his gaze.

Ke Yanze seemed to be aware of his nervousness, and gently squeezed his hand to comfort him. The latter smiled back, and Gao Xuan's heart relaxed a little.

Luo Ran saw that no one was talking, and the atmosphere was a little strange, so he pulled the corner of La Ke Zhengyu's clothes indiscriminately, and said in a low voice, "Old Ke, Ozawa..."

"Come with me." Ke Zhengyu glanced at Ke Yanze, stood up from the sofa, and walked upstairs to the study.

"Wait for me here." Ke Yanze let go of Song Wang's hand, stood up, and whispered in his ear.

Song Wang nodded, and said softly, "Talk to your father, don't be too impulsive."

"It's all up to you." Ke Yanze smiled lightly, raised his hand and rubbed his head, then turned and walked upstairs.

Ke Zhengyu and Ke Yanze entered the study one after the other, and the latter closed the door behind him.

"Tell me." Ke Zhengyu sat on the armchair behind the desk, with incomprehensible emotions in his eyes. Although his voice was as calm as a pool of still water, it was inexplicably frightening.

Ke Yanze had long been used to his condescending appearance, so he looked straight into his eyes without fear, and said calmly, "It's just like what you see."

As soon as the words were finished, the atmosphere between the two froze instantly. Ke Zhengyu's eyes darkened a little, his expression gradually condensed, and he frowned and said, "What are you doing? Explain to me clearly."

"I like him." Ke Yanze looked at him with a flat expression.

"Nonsense!" Ke Zhengyu suddenly slapped the table and stood up, coldly said, "Do you know who you are?! Are you taking revenge on me?!"

Ke Yanze raised the corners of his lips as if he had heard some funny joke, and said, "I don't think so."

"Why is that?" Ke Zhengyu frowned fiercely, his voice was cold, "Do you still want the company? How could shareholders like you agree to hand over the company to you?!"