Daddy, Here Is Mommy

"In the new year, can you help me?"

Ye Lingyuan's eyebrows sank and looked at Gu Nian. Voice seems to be soaked in the wind and frost, a little bit hoarse.

"What do I need to do?"

Gu Nian didn't have the slightest hesitation, and he responded directly.

Ye Lingyuan whispered to him.

Gu Nian's face suddenly changed, and his delicate eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

"Lingyuan, you This... "

"In the new year, we have no time..."

Ye Lingyuan sighed heavily, his back stretched and stood upright.

"Lingyuan, in case my sister..."

“……”

Ye Lingyuan's thick and thin lips pressed tightly, and her unruly eyebrows never expanded.

"OK..."

Gu Nian considered for two minutes and reluctantly responded.

When the condolence is finished, the guests will go to the rest room arranged.

Many people left first.

I don't know if Jun Linchuan deliberately for it, Lu Yiyao's lounge is arranged next door to Bo Yuheng. According to the law, this is a bit out of etiquette, but Bo Yuheng didn't say anything. Naturally, other people dare not say anything more?

When ye Lingyuan goes to the hospital, there are only Lu Yiyao, Gong Nanling, Lin Yanyan, Ding Mo and his two bodyguards in the room.

Dinner. Instead of having dinner together, the staff of Liuyun Pavilion delivered them separately.

After dinner, Lu Yiyao asks Gong Nanling to accompany Lin Yanyan to play for a while. He and Ding Mo go to the room inside.

"Is there still no news from Zhaowu?"

"No

Ding Mo looked heavy and whispered back.

"President, I'm worried about whether young master Zhaowu was detained by the second young master?"

“……”

Lu Yiyao fell into a brief silence.

Ding Mo stood by his side, not daring to make a sound.

If Jun Mo Shang really buckled Jiang Zhao five times, what should I do?

Lu Yi's thoughts are rolling under his heart, and his eyebrows are covered with shallow knots.

A bodyguard came over, nodded and said respectfully.

"Young master, is someone looking for it?"

"Well?"

Lu Yi's deep eyes are tight, her lips are tight and her throat is cold.

"The Secretary of the hall."

The bodyguard continued.

"The hall? President, what does he want from you? "

Ding Mo a listen, heart some uneasiness, handsome face floating a layer of doubt.

"Let him in."

The land wing strides to the outside. The temperature in the room is not high, but it is not low. He only wears a black shirt, which makes the whole person look very chilly.

"Mr. Lu, good."

Bo Yuheng's chief secretary Fu Qinglun came in.

"Hello, Secretary Fu."

In the face of Bo Yuheng, Lu Yiyao's attitude towards Fu Qinglun is not bad.

"General manager Lu, the hall has something to look for you. I wonder if it is convenient for you now?"

Fu Qinglun's words were obviously in the tone of inquiry, but they were in the tone of statement. And there's a hint of compulsion.

"President..."

The palm of Ding Mo can't help tightening, and there is a thin layer of cold sweat in the palm.

"Good."

Lu Yi Yao's face was calm, his thin lips opened lightly, and he answered calmly.

Gong Nanling, who was playing games with Lin Yanyan, stood up and called him in a low voice.

"Uncle..."

“……”

Lu Yi glanced at him coldly. Without saying anything, he strode out.

"Well?"

Gong Nanling looks at Lu Yiyao and Ding Mo leaving with Fu Qinglun. Her rebellious eyebrows are tightening and her eyes are getting darker and darker.

"Cousin..."

Lin Yanyan raised his head, and Xiaojun's face was tense, calling.

"Well."

"Cousin, don't worry about my dad."

"Brother Yan, do you know who is calling for your father? That's the emperor of S, you know? Emperor

Gong Nanling Fu sat down again, collected her eyes, lowered her head, and scratched a trace of worry at the bottom of her eyes.

"I know..."

Lin Yanyan didn't like it. He picked up the tablet and continued to play "jumping frog.".

"You know?"

Gong Nanling looks tight, Leng Leng.

"He is the elder brother of Jin's grandfather. When I was in Chengcheng, I often saw him on TV."

Lin Yanyan handed him the tablet in his hand and made a small mouth.

"It's your turn..."

Gong Nanling takes the tablet and doubts.

"Grandfather Jin? Who is it

"Grandfather Jin is a very good man..."

Lin Yanyan raised his eyebrows and his face was full of pride."He..."

Gong Nanling's brain turns rapidly.

Bo Yuheng's younger brother?

That's a very low-key person. Why does brother Yan seem to be familiar with him?

"Oh, it's your turn. Are you still playing?"

Seeing him in a daze, Lin Yanyan held his arms in both hands, and glared at him fiercely with his big black grape eyes.

"Right now..."

Gong Nanling quickly put the tablet, pressed it, and then handed it to Lin Yanyan.

This goes back and forth.

……

Fu Qinglun leads landing wing Yao and Ding Mo to the next lounge. When he reached the door, he raised his hand to Timothy.

"Assistant Ding, hold on."

The meaning of such behavior can not be more obvious.

This is to prevent Ding Mo from accompanying him.

"President, this?"

"You wait for me here."

Lu Yi Yao slightly turned his head, the unfathomable ink pupil waves were not happy, his face was cold, and he said in a low voice.

"Yes."

Ding Mo nodded and his hands were close to the seams of his trousers.

"Mr. Lu, please."

Fu Qinglun reached out again and opened the outermost door.

"Well."

Lu Yiyao didn't have a compliment, but answered lightly.

Two people stride in, bright black shoes step on the carpet, issued a slight sound.

The room was very quiet, and the dropping needle could be heard.

The four corner spotlight gives out faint light, the tone is extremely cold. In the air, there was a trace of cold air floating.

"Mr. Lu, please have a seat. I'll call you."

Fu Qinglun led the landing wing to the sofa and said respectfully.

"Well."

Lu Yiyao still looks pale. There was no flurry on Jun's face.

No matter what Bo Yuheng came to talk about, he didn't dare to do anything to him?

Because this is the Liuyun Pavilion of your family.

He didn't rush to sit down. Instead, he put one hand into his trouser pocket and waited quietly.

Bo Yuheng changed his clothes and came out. At a glance, he saw Lu Yiyao with a long body and Yuli. His eyes were slightly tight. Open mouth, low sound line.

"Yi Yao, sit down."

"Good."

Lu Yi Yao shallow mouth, sitting on the sofa, posture is correct, not half proud. But the pride between the eyebrows, but how can not hide.

"Yi Yao, do you know what I want you to come here for?"

Bo Yuheng's legs are folded and his right hand is on the armrest of the sofa. Rao is sitting, still gives people a sense of indifference.

"The hall is not for my son, is it?"

Lu Yiyao responds quickly with a faint smile on his lips.

"Yes or no..."

Unexpectedly, Bo Yuheng opened his mouth again and gave him an ambiguous answer.

"Hall, what do you say?"

Lu Yi Yao's face did not change. He asked coldly.

"Yi Yao, do you know who I am?"

His deep smile was deep in his eyes.