Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 334
Li Huaming had just returned home at this time.

This is an old European-style villa, the outer wall is covered with brown-green creepers, which looks a little old.

But when you walk into the house, it is very elegant. The dark decoration and exquisite furniture make the whole house look quite grand and noble.

A middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting on the sofa in the living room casually flipping through a large stack of newspapers on the table.

"Hua Ming is back." A woman who looked like a nanny smiled and stepped forward to help him take the coat, and hung it on the hanger next to him.

Li Huaming nodded with a smile and said, "Where is my dad?"

"Senior officials are reading newspapers in the living room!" the nanny said with a smile.

"Oh!" Li Huaming responded with a smile, and then walked towards the living room.

"Dad" Li Huaming sat down on the sofa next to him, took the tea brought by the nanny, and took a sip lightly.

"Hey, you are willing to come back today!" Li Shizhuan slightly raised his eyes to look at Li Huaming, with a flash of ridicule in his eyes.

Li Huaming chuckled lightly and said, "Isn't it Saturday today? I thought you were at home, so I have to go home and have a meal!"

"Hehe. So filial?" Li Shizhuan threw away the newspaper in his hand, looked at his son, his eyes were full of sighs, and said with a smile, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's actually nothing, but I have something to tell you!" Li Huaming smiled and said, "Dad, do you know that Zhao Yinwu's legs were broken this morning?"

"Zhao Yinwu?" Li Shizhuan's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Which Zhao Yinwu?"

"Who else do you think!" Li Huaming smiled triumphantly.

"Ah?" Li Shizhuan's face changed slightly, and he became serious immediately, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on? Who did it?"

"I copied Xiaonan, I've inquired about it, this Zhao Yinwu wanted to imitate Xiaonan's dry stock, but was directly broken by Fang Xiaonan!" Li Huaming smiled triumphantly.

"Imitating Xiaonan?" Li Shizhuan frowned, and suddenly said in surprise: "That imitating Xiaonan!"

"Yes, the one I told you about last time!" Li Huaming said with a smile.

Li Shizhuan took a deep breath, fell back, turned his head and looked out of the window, and after pondering for a while, he turned his head back and said: "It's enough to know about this, don't talk nonsense~!"

"Understood Dad, you know I've always kept a low profile! But if the old Zhao family can't handle it this time, then hehe." Li Huaming didn't understand what his father was thinking, and smiled triumphantly. He just came back to let the wind pass!
"Yeah!" Li Shizhuan took a sip from his teacup, and nodded lightly. He is still satisfied with his son, who is prudent and smart. He is better than that kid from the old Zhao's family, who flirtatiously rampages in the southern province. Much more reliable.

"Old Zhao will arrive at the station in one year, whether he can still make it, this year is the key. It's hard to say how this matter will be played, but as long as he moves, everyone will watch; so don't mess it up inside. Water is there for anyone with a discerning eye!"

Looking at his excited son, Li Shizhuan explained again earnestly.

"Understood!" Li Huaming replied with a smile.

After answering the phone, Zhao Wuxiang's face was very ugly, standing in the ward from one side to the other, and from the other side to this side, Mrs. Zhao who was walking next to her was flustered.

After following Lao Zhao for decades, although she has long hair and short knowledge, she also knows that she can make her own Lao Zhao look like this. She has only seen it five or six times, and these five or six times are always big things.

On the other hand, Zhao Yinwu, who was lying on the bed with plaster casts on his legs, was hanging in mid-air, looked at his mother with a dignified expression, and at this moment his heart began to panic; He was praised by others outside and spoiled by his mother at home, and he never encountered anything that went wrong.

But this time, seeing that even his own mother didn't dare to speak anymore, he realized something was wrong, so he quickly shrank his neck and dared not speak any more.

But seeing Lao Zhao walking back and forth more than a dozen times, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, Madam Zhao said cautiously: "Old Zhao"

Zhao Wuxiang took a deep breath, looked at the secretary next to him, with a gloomy face, and said authentically: "Go and help me meet that imitation Xiaonan, and just say that I invite him to dinner, please be sure to honor him!"

As soon as Zhao Wuxiang said this, the room was suddenly dead silent, Mrs. Zhao next to her stared at her wife with wide eyes, is this old man really crazy?The boy surnamed Fang broke his son's leg, and the old man wanted to invite someone to dinner.

The secretary next to him was slightly taken aback, looked at his boss's face, confirmed that he had heard correctly, quickly responded, and went out.

The air in this room is too depressing, it's better to get out quickly.

"Old Zhao, whose family is Fang Xiaonan? Why haven't I heard of anyone with the surname Fang? How dare you be so arrogant?" Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes and said through gritted teeth.

Zhao Wuxiang smiled coldly, glanced at his son on the hospital bed, and said harshly, "How do I know which fucking onion and which garlic it is?"

After scolding, looking at his wife and son who were scared into silence, his heart softened again, he sighed, and said: "This Fang Xiaonan is the nephew of Dongyuan Laofang, but who is his mother? No one knows, only this kid. No one can provoke him!"

"Someone once told me to pay more attention in the southern province and not to provoke this kid. It was said that the kid from Director Yang's family in the capital had messed with this imitation Xiaonan, but the other party chased him to his house in front of Director Yang. He was beaten up severely, and it is said that he even paid a terrible sum of money! This matter was only settled at that time!"

"Old Fang from Dongyuan? Isn't he your subordinate?" Mrs. Zhao said in shock.

"Is he my subordinate? But he is only half a level lower than me, and he can't do anything to his nephew. I heard that he ran to the countryside for a year or two when he had nothing to do, and even sent someone to keep an eye on the countryside; I only know now that he is trying to please his nephew!"

Zhao Wuxiang took a deep breath, his eyes were full of anger, and said: "His sister-in-law, I heard that the background is scary, who can do it!"

Mrs. Zhao's complexion changed again, and she said in a shy voice: "The Yang family in Yanjing, could it be that Uncle Yang?"

"Otherwise? Who else has the surname Yang in Yanjing?" Zhao Wuxiang snorted again, and then glanced at his precious son coldly, and said coldly: "It's nothing, not long ago, the Yang family That kid was not convinced, and provoked Fang Xiaonan again; as a result, it is said that Director Yang is praying to God and worshiping Buddha everywhere, and he still doesn't know where his only grandson is locked up, and whether he is still alive!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yinwu, who was originally pale at the side, turned pale again in an instant, looked at his father, and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, really?"

"What do you think? Otherwise, if someone wants an explanation, how dare I not give it?"

Hearing this, Zhao Wuxiang didn't get angry, and said in a cold voice with a livid face: "Otherwise, I am a majestic governor, if it wasn't for you, I would humbly invite people to dinner and apologize? If you turn around Being taken away by someone, I don't have the face to beg for help like Lao Yang!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Wuxiang sighed helplessly again, looked out of the window, and hoped in a slow voice: "Now I just hope that Fake Xiaonan can give me some face, otherwise alas."

(End of this chapter)