Li Lingyun also noticed that the two old ladies were too calm, and asked curiously: "You two old men, Xiao Fan has already been released from the general staff, do you know something?"

"We just play chess, and other things have nothing to do with us. We don't need to worry about the problems that Xiaofan can solve by himself. How old are you two, you still can't hold your breath. If you can have Xiaofan Fan is half-steady, and the two of us feel comforted!" Li Lingyun shook his head with a smile.

Li Lingyun and Song Yingjie couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, and they both saw bitterness and a wry smile in each other's eyes.It seems that in the eyes of the two elders, Zhuo Yifan is more like their grandson.But these two genuine grandsons are useless.

"Old Li, it seems that the one above can't sit still anymore." Mr. Song ignored the expressions of Song Yingjie and the two, but said to Mr. Li with a smile.

"He can still watch Xiaofan's political future die? You must know that Xiaofan was single-handedly promoted!" Mr. Li chuckled disapprovingly.

"Look at this game of chess, shouldn't it be over soon?" Mr. Song nodded and continued to ask.

"Don't worry, it's not the critical moment yet. How can you end it lightly before the outcome is decided?" Mr. Li shook his head as a reminder.

"Then let's continue playing. But our staff will probably come to the door by himself. When the three of us play a game of chess, it will be even more lively!" Mr. Song laughed loudly.

"It's not too late, I'm here, old man!" At this moment, an old man's voice sounded outside the villa.The two guards followed Mr. Zhao and strode into the living room.

"Chief, we..." One of the guards was Mr. Song's personal guard. He looked embarrassed and helpless at this moment. It was obvious that Mr. Zhao had forced his way in, and he had no way to stop him.

"You go out first!" Mr. Song waved his hand to the guard, and then said to Mr. Zhao with a smile: "I really said that Cao Cao is here! I don't know why General Zhao came to my humble house for a sudden visit today. Ah? If I remember correctly, you have not entered my gate for ten years!"

Mr. Zhao looks much older, but after all, he is a general of the generation. A general of the Republic who grew up from the war, his face is still plump and rosy, and his steps are still so steady.

After listening to Mr. Song's words, Mr. Zhao showed a self-deprecating smile on his face full of stubble, and retorted: "You old man, haven't you been in the threshold of my house for more than ten years? You have the nerve to say I?"

"It's all half-baked, isn't this a bit too much nonsense? Now that old man Zhao is here, it's time for us to finish this game of chess! It's really sleepy to talk about it!" Mr. Li interjected impatiently, and then I yawned.

"Mr. Zhao!" As juniors, Song Yingjie and Li Lingyun greeted Mr. Zhao politely, then moved a chair and placed it on the side of the chessboard of Mr. Song and Li.

"Yeah!" Mr. Zhao nodded in satisfaction, and sat down on that chair only after being greeted by Mr. Song.

"I said that you two are quite old. I heard that you played chess here all night, and you really don't take your body seriously. Do you really think you are still young?" Mr. Zhao said indifferently Looking at the chess game in front of him, he seemed to remind him kindly.

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