The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

Lin Yechen seemed to have a smile on his face: [The 30th-35th floor is the staff rest area, where there are leisure and entertainment facilities. If you are tired, you can sleep in my lounge first. You go back. ]

[I see, Dad. ]

[What do you want for lunch? ]

[ McDonald's. ]

His son Li Suo simply replied.

The corner of Lin Yechen's mouth twitched, he bowed his head and continued to browse the documents without saying a word.

Without disturbing Lin Yechen's work, Lin Ao consciously walked towards the lounge of the suite in his father's office.

The lounge is luxurious but simple. It integrates the bathroom and the bedroom into one, and the main color is black and white. It is indeed the character of his father Lin Yechen.

Putting on his slippers, Lin Ao nestled in the big soft sofa in the lounge, and rushed all the way from Black Swan Castle back to his father Lin Yechen's company. It's a lie that he wasn't tired.

Curling up with his small body, like a thin shrimp, Lin Ao slowly closed his eyes to rest.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ao heard the sound of the lounge door opening, followed by his familiar steady footsteps.

He paused in front of the sofa, looked at his son sleeping soundly on the bed, and stroked Lin Ao's head with his gentle and thick palms. This was the huge, silent, warm power unique to his father.

He didn't come back all night last night, and Lin Yechen didn't ask him where he was going, but he has already come back, and he chose to come here to find him to go home with him after get off work, which is enough.

Lin Ao couldn't see the tenderness and distress that rarely appeared on Lin Yechen's face at this time.

The movements were very gentle and he tried not to wake Lin Ao, Lin Yechen picked Lin Ao up, walked to the bed, carefully put him on the bed, pulled the quilt over him.

I haven't seen him for more than three years, and his son's face has changed from immature at the beginning to sharp and angular now.

The quietness between the brows and the delicate facial features softened Lin Nuanxi's beautiful eyes and Beitang's proud and calm posture.

Lin Yechen raised his hand to touch Lin Ao's face, the slap he slapped last night hurt on Lin Ao's body, but it hurt in Lin Yechen's heart.

Lin Yechen could understand how he wanted to find his mother.However, it has been five years, no matter how hard Lin Yechen searched, there is still no news of Lin Nuanxi.

Lin Yechen blamed himself for feeling indebted to his son.

Ji Yan saw Lin Yechen doting on his son at the entrance of the lounge, so he said something in a very soft voice, for fear of waking up the young master Lin Ao.

[President Chen, it's time for a meeting. ]

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Tucking the corner of the quilt for Lin Ao again, Lin Yechen got up and left the lounge, closing the door gently.

Hearing the door of the office outside being closed, Lin Ao's eyes slowly opened.

It's not that Lin Ao didn't feel Lin Yechen's silent tenderness just now.

It wasn't until the office outside was completely quiet that Lin Ao lifted the quilt, jumped off the bed, and ran to Lin Yechen's office.

His desk is simple, with a laptop and thick folders neatly placed beside him.

Lin Ao is not an idiot, if he touches his father's computer, he will definitely find something when he comes back, so Lin Ao turned his attention to another place - the drawer under the desk.

Gently pull open the first drawer, and there are some simple office utensils inside.The second drawer surprised Lin Ao slightly. It contained a Type 38 Jungle small pistol, a box of ammunition, and some special federal small arms.