Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 111 The Reason for Marrying Her (1)
"Master, you have already paid this month's salary." The housekeeper didn't reach out to pick it up.

"Take it." Ye Zhenshan insisted.

The butler took it, took out the check inside, took a look, and immediately gasped, "Master, is this too much?"

"Old Ma, have you been with me for more than 20 years?" Ye Zhenshan stopped him from handing over the envelope again.

Butler Ma smiled honestly, "It's almost 25 years."

He came to Ye's house, which happened to be the year when Ye Zhenshan and Gu Bihua got married, and also the year when Ye Chen was brought back to Ye's house by Ye Zhenshan. In fact, it is easy to remember, how old Ye Chen is, how many years he has been the housekeeper of Ye's house.

"Time flies so fast, 25 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Ye Chen is already 25 years old." Ye Zhenshan sighed.

"Yeah, I still remember the moment when the eldest lady was just carried back to Ye's house, the little one was about the size of a cat, and she cried very quietly, and they all got married in a blink of an eye." Speaking of the emotional part, Steward Ma wiped the corners of his eyes .

He was going to propose returning to his hometown today, but he hesitated during the chat with Ye Zhenshan. Humans are not animals, after all, they are about feelings.

Suddenly, Ye Zhenshan heard the sound of a car engine, he raised one corner of his lips, and finally came.

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Steward Ma couldn't help being curious when he saw Ye Zhenshan suddenly showing such a cold smile.

"It's nothing." Ye Zhenshan turned around, turned his back to Butler Ma, and closed the curtains, "Old Ma, you're getting old. I'm transferring to BJ this time, and I probably won't come back again in the future, so..."

"Master, I understand, I understand." Butler Ma shook the hand holding the check.

"I'm really sorry." Ye Zhenshan's voice was very low, with an incomprehensible meaning, "I'm going to meet a very important guest today, you can pack up and leave."

After Steward Ma exited the study, Ye Zhenshan sat behind the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a photo from it.

This is a very old photo. The girl on it is wearing the police uniform of that era, smiling brightly. Beside her is a boy in military uniform.

"Yo!" A drawn-out voice, half a smile, pretending to be surprised, suddenly came from the door, "I didn't expect my father-in-law to wake up so early today! Did you know that my son-in-law is going to visit your old man today! "

Ye Zhenshan was not surprised at who it was. He got up so early and was waiting for him. In other words, if he didn't come today, he would be a little disappointed.

Ling Mo was not polite, strode to the desk, and sat down on the chair opposite Ye Zhenshan carelessly, narrowing his long and narrow Danfeng eyes slightly, carefully sizing up the man in front of him who had been his father-in-law for three years.

"Xiao Yao, you deliberately arranged to appear." The tone of the rhetorical question was that of a statement.

"You are already sitting here. Is there any point in asking this?" Ye Zhenshan didn't answer the question. While speaking, he moved his hands and quietly stuffed the photo into the drawer.

However, although his movements were light and fast, they could not escape Ling Mo's eyes.

In the next second, the photo appeared in Ling Mo's hands. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, and then he was speechless, pretending to be very surprised, "Wow, my father-in-law, the young man on this can't be you. Well, I can't tell, you were also a hot pot when you were young."

Everyone, please listen carefully, Ling Mo, the president of the Ling family, the boss of "Mad World", at this moment, he is not talking about "handsome guy" but the Internet term "handsome pot."

"Ling Mo, you really haven't been the original you these three years." Ye Zhenshan looked at the photo between Ling Mo's two fingers, his teeth itching with hatred, and he was even more certain of one thing.

Ling Mo's upper body leaned forward. It seemed that he was intentionally drawing distance from Ye Zhenshan, "My dear father-in-law, why am I not the original me? Maybe my name is not Ling Mo!"

"What is your relationship with 'Mad World'?" Ye Zhenshan's eyes were always locked on the photo in Ling Mo's hand. The woman on it was his most cherished. Even if it was a photo, he couldn't stand being second A man "contacts" in this way.

"What's 'crazy world' or 'world crazy', I don't understand!" Seemingly leaning forward was uncomfortable, Ling Mo adjusted back to his original posture.

His slender thighs are crossed, and there is a lazy and leisurely smile on his mouth. If he has more cigarettes in his hand, he will be a living ruffian.

Ye Zhenshan came from a military background and has worked in the Public Security Bureau for so many years. His vigilance is actually no worse than Ling Mo's. He quickly noticed that there was a third person in the study.

Sure enough, when he slowly turned his head and looked towards the door, he saw a middle-aged man in black leaning against the door.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, although the light was not clear, he could still see clearly that the middle-aged man had a rough figure, but his face was disfigured.

He retracted his gaze, and when he looked at Ling Mo, he smiled softly, "Ling Mo, isn't your 'Mad World' claiming to be richer than the US government? Why are you hiring all these old and weak..."

Before the words "sick and disabled" could be formed, Ye Zhenshan's neck was already tightly bound by a pair of clothes.

The man's hand was very strong, with five fingers stretched out like the Five Fingers Mountain of the Tathagata Buddha, rough fingers like iron pincers pinched him so tightly that he couldn't move, and his abdominal cavity was hypoxic.

"Uncle Li, how many times have I told you, don't be so impulsive, don't be so impulsive, you are lucky, you are still so angry at your age." Ling Mo dragged his voice, pretending to be dissatisfied and said.

After a pause, he stretched out his slender fingers like jade, and gently put them on the back of Li Jianguo's bumpy hand, "Uncle Li, you are so fierce, be careful to frighten my father-in-law. It doesn't matter if he is frightened, my simple My wife will feel distressed, if she wants to feel distressed, I will also be heartbroken, you don't want to see my heart break, do you?"

Suddenly, Ling Mo, who was always capable and sharp, seemed to have turned into a snarky old woman, chattering and going around endlessly.

Li Jianguo glared at Ye Zhenshan fiercely, but he still didn't speak, and the hostility in his eyes didn't fade away, but he withdrew his hand.

With the hand imprisoned on the neck, it was withdrawn instantly, a gust of fresh air slid down and filled the entire nasal cavity, Ye Zhenshan sat down on the chair, panting heavily, his chest rose and fell violently due to the long-term lack of oxygen with.

(End of this chapter)