The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 929 No. 2's Invitation [-]
The young man was lazily leaning on the sofa, his peach blossom eyes dazzled with brilliance, she chuckled softly, "Yes."

Liu Ji's tone was serious: "No matter what, you are my grandson. I promise, no matter what the circumstances, I will try my best to protect you."

Liu Ji did not say absolutely.

At his age, he already knew that there is nothing absolute in the world.

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows lazily, but didn't speak.

*
In the afternoon, three o'clock.

Three cars drove slowly into the silent courtyard.

The guard respectfully opened the door of the rear driver's seat, and Liu Ji stepped down first.

"Boy, get out of the car."

This courtyard is quiet and well-arranged, which is not interesting.

The guards stood upright and stood on both sides, their eyes were like lightning, and their demeanor was cold and stern.

The young man slowly got down from the car. The plain white shirt was elegant and extravagant. She had one hand in her pocket, but her demeanor was undisciplined. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were clear and cold, and the bottom of her eyes looked like a deep valley and cold pool. She couldn't see any emotions. Come.

"This is a good place."

Liu Ji smiled gently, and introduced to her, "This is the place where Mr. President lives when he rests, and he will come here for a while if he has nothing to do."

"Let's go in."

The boy's pretty brows were raised, and he spoke lightly.

"it is good."

When they went in, a secretary led them to the living room.

Liu Ji turned to the side room halfway, and there were some things that he couldn't even know.

The young man leaned down slightly, and poured himself a cup of tea. Su Bai's slender fingers pinched the teacup, and his already outstanding face was even more dusty under the sunlight.

However, she had a smile on her brows, and her peach blossom eyes were flamboyant, showing a three-point yuppie style.

study.

Liu Ji walked in slowly, and there was an old man sitting quietly behind the desk in the room.

He was wearing a light brown Tang suit, nearly sixty years old, but still had black hair, like an ordinary old man, with a steaming water glass in his hand.

"Mr. President, I brought people here."

Hearing the sound, the old man looked up, "Old Liu, how does it feel to have such a heaven-defying grandson?"

Liu Ji shook his head slightly, "Mr. President, don't make fun of me, you know, I..."

The old man stood up and patted Liu Ji on the shoulder, "Don't worry, old man, there is news from the Yao family. They have passed down ancient medicine for hundreds of years, and they may be able to cure your lady's illness."

Liu Ji smiled wryly, "To be honest, I regret it now."

He and his old wife have been fighting against each other for decades, and they are separated from each other. Back then, it was even to the point of not seeing each other until death.

However, when he first heard the news that Jiang Suhe had lung cancer, he was stunned.

Lung cancer...

Not so curable.

To be honest, Liu Ji didn't hold out much hope, but wanted to grasp at the straw.

"You go and see him first."

"it is good."

The old man walked into the room slowly, and saw the boy sitting on the sofa for the first time.

He has read the information about Yantao many times.

At first sight, the child looked really good.

It is that he has been in a high position for many years, and there are only a handful of people who can compare with her.

Hearing the sound, Yan Tao raised his eyes, looked at the old man's face, and he already knew it.

The eyes are like lightning, the nose is like hanging gall, the heavenly palace is upright, and the purple air is dense.

The aristocratic face of the palace gate.

In ancient times, it was the appearance of an emperor.

"Mr. President, hello."

Yan Tao raised his demon-like handsome face, smiled slightly, and his voice was as gentle as a mountain stream, "I am Yan Tao."

(End of this chapter)