Chapitre 8: 8.Genius Son
After school, Ning Ning went to a nearby supermarket to buy vegetables, fruits, meat and vegetables. When passing by the park, he saw an old man sitting on a bench.
He wore a fitted Tang suit and exuded a very majestic aura.
Not far away, a lengthened Rolls-Royce limousine was parked by the road, and a man was nervously calling to urge someone to come to the area.
It looks like the car broke down!
The two were almost head-to-head opponents. Ye Laoxi stood up with excitement, his face changed, and Ning Ning was startled by him.
"You ..."
Ning Ning was baffled. The gentleman with a small milk bag was very nice and smiled elegantly. "Nice old man!" Ye Lao was shocked. The little boy he met at the airport that day made him think of Ye Chen. He finally understood why. The resemblance was uncanny!
That eyebrow, the camouflage of elegance, was like ninety-nine percent
"Who is your father?" Ye Lao asked suddenly, too shocked. He had been shaking the mall for years and couldn't control the trembling voice.
"Grandpa, if you meet a stranger, you will always ask who his father is?" Ningning smiled.
Ye Lao felt suffocated. His phone rang, and he took it. Ning Ning wanted to leave, but he heard his first sentence and stopped.
"Ye Chen's secretary wants to be replaced?" Ye Lao asked in a deep voice, his face gloomy.
Ning Ning frowned, his face thoughtful.
"In this case, let Ruoxi pass, at least I can and look at him!" Ye Lao's voice was cold.
Ning Ning's lips curled up gracefully, but with a little coldness.
Mo Yu's pupils flickered a little, turned away, and returned to an elegant small breast bag.
"Well, that's it!" Ye Lao hung up the phone and locked it in Ningning's face, repeating, "Who is your father?"
Ningning smiling, exceptionally elegant, "He is a teacher, you need not know!"
He took a step to leave.
Teacher? Ye Lao pursed his lips and smiled bitterly. Maybe it was just a coincidence. How could Ye Chen be related to such ordinary people?
Ningning, who was near the door of the apartment, took out his mobile phone and dialled a number, "Aunt Yun, do me a favour.."
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