Cold President: Ex-wife is hard to chase

Chapter 324
His surname is Ma, he is his old colleague, and he is still wearing a police uniform. Thinking about it carefully, there is no one else except Ma Panhong.

Ye Chen didn't wait for him to come, but he did, what did he come for?
At the dining table, Ye Zhenshan was obviously not the only one who guessed who it was. Ye Jiayi, who also guessed that the person was Ma Panhong, immediately became anxious, afraid that he was here to arrest Ling Mo.

Standing up, he grabbed Ling Mo's hand and said in a panic, "Ling Mo, follow me upstairs first."

"Why?" The man didn't seem to be full, or maybe the breakfast prepared by Ye's chef today was in line with his wishes, and he didn't follow Ye Jiayi's external force to stand up at all, let alone understand her intentions.

"No reason, anyway, you can't be wrong if you listen to me. You trust me, I won't hurt you." Ye Jiayi made a strong hand, wanting to really pull Ling Mo, the hand that was stretched out in front of his eyes , but he leaned over and dodged lightly.

Just as Ye Jiayi was in a hurry alone, footsteps could be heard at the door, accompanied by the loud male voice she had heard before, "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, I came uninvited."

However, when he saw the young face at the dining table, his hypocritical smile froze all around his mouth, "He..." He didn't say a word, but disbelief flashed in his eyes, or maybe it was a huge surprise.

Isn't this person the "Mad World" boss Ling Mo who the police announced to the outside world as dead?
How could he be here.

It's really a waste of all the effort, and it's hard not to make a great contribution now!

"Director Ma, didn't you come here for nothing?" A voice was so low that only he and the speaker could hear it rang in his ears.

Ma Panhong quickly recovered from the huge surprise, turned his face, smiled at the people behind him, and strode towards the dining table.

Ye Jiayi stood in front of him, her eyes widened, "What are you doing?"

"Little niece, let uncle see who is behind you?" Ma Panhong's eyes were already small, but after smiling like this, there were really only two slits left.

"Who are you? You just broke into my house. I don't care about you anymore. You are still so arrogant at my house. You think this is your house. You can see it if you want." Ye Jiayi put her hands on her hips and said to Ma Panhong. A reprimand.

Although Ma Panhong has been the second child for a thousand years, he has been rectified now. He was reprimanded by a little girl in front of so many people, and he soon lost his face.

He ignored Ye Jiayi, but moved to the side, walked around Ye Jiayi and stood in front of Ye Zhenshan, "Mr. Ye, I really want to hear what you have to say."

Ye Zhenshan put down the newspaper, looked up at him, opened his mouth, but what he said was so innocent, "Brother Ma, I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You!" Ma Panhong was almost mad with anger at the father and daughter, and slapped him hard towards the dining table, "Ye Zhenshan, don't be so stupid, let me ask you, why is this man at your house?" ?”

His hand pointed directly at the man who was sitting at the dining table and eating himself.

"Old Ma, tell me about him..." Ye Zhenshan glanced at Ling Mo lightly, and then took a long breath deliberately, "He is our Jiayi's fiancé. Before you came in, we were just discussing the date of marriage."

"You said he was your daughter's fiancé?" Ma Panhong repeated incredulously, "How is this possible, he is obviously..."

Fearing that he would startle the snake, Ma Panhong hesitated to speak.

"What is he obviously?" Ye Zhenshan continued calmly.

"It's nothing." Ma Panhong finally recovered from the huge surprise, and looked Ling Mo up and down again.

Ye Zhenshan has always been cautious as an official, and it is really unlikely that he knows the law and breaks the law, but how can he explain the man in front of him who looks exactly like Ling Mo? Could it be that there are really people like that in this world?

The longer he stared at Ling Mo, the more doubts he felt in his heart. Although he was suppressed by Ye Zhenshan for so many years, he was not a vegetarian after all, so he directly asked the opposite man with no ups and downs, "Young man, what's your name?"

The corners of Ling Mo's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, Ye Jiayi answered him first, "His name is JACK, he just came back from the United States yesterday, and he is my fiancé."

"Young man, is your name really JACK?" Ma Panhong asked persistently.

"Dad, we're full. Today we have an appointment at a bridal shop to choose a wedding dress. Let's go first." Ye Jiayi interrupted again, pulled Ling Mo up and walked out the door.

Ma Panhong always felt that things happened to be like acting in a TV series. Looking at the two backs that caught his eyes, he once again said without giving up, "Ling Mo, do you remember Ye Chen, she is you... "

"Bada!" Before he finished speaking, his forehead was hit hard by something flying from the door, which hurt very much. He lowered his head and looked at the culprit, it turned out to be a woman's high-heeled shoes.

This is the treatment that only the president of the United States can enjoy. I really didn't expect that he, a police chief with a low official position, can also enjoy it.

After Ye Jiayi gave him a hard look, she walked out of the villa with only one shoe on.

Gu Bihua walked up to Ma Panhong, picked up the high-heeled shoe that fell at his feet, and chased him out of the villa without looking at him.

Ma Panhong was stunned, and when he understood, his face turned pale.

Ye Zhenshan got up and walked to him, patted his shoulder, "Old Ma, what do you want me to do?"

The scene of talking about marriage just now, in fact, he planned to act it out for Ye Chen, just to test whether Ling Mo really lost his memory. the goal of.

Thinking that there was still business to do, Ma Panhong could only hold back his anger, turned his head and looked at the person behind him, "Mr. Ye, I brought this Interpol to report to you today."

Doubts flashed across Ye Zhenshan's heart. Although he was in a high position, he hadn't reached the point where Interpol would report to him.

In doubt, the man had already walked from behind Ma Panhong to the front of him, facing him directly.

"Mr. Ye, hello." The man whose age is not likely to be guessed extended his hand to Ye Zhenshan.

(End of this chapter)