Chapter 1983： Guoshibaozhi!

The first thousand nine hundred and eighty-three chapters of the national newspaper!

Xiao Zheng listened to the words of the autumn harvest, and his expression became more and more dignified.

Zhao Wuji came to China this time, is the representative of Zhao, asked Lin Lao Yao to shoot?

And Zhao’s search for this opportunity is because Ye Gong is dead, and there is no longer a heavyweight roadblocker?

This is indeed a reasonable time to shoot, but also in line with the style of Lin Lao Yao.

At that time, Ye Gong did not hinder the development of Lin Lao Yao. Nowadays, Lin Lao Yao also returned Ye Gong this person. It can be said that there is no default, no one owes anyone.

Zhao Wuji, on behalf of Zhao Jiaxuan, asked Lin Lao Yao to personally go out and implement the revenge plan, and he was also in love with the situation, and could not allow Lin Lao Yao to play sloppy eyes.

Slightly spit out a sigh of gas, Xiao Zheng slightly lifted the sputum, swept the autumn harvest: "In your opinion, Lin Lao Yao will promise Zhao Wuji?"

"I am not Lin Lao Yao, how can I know his thoughts?" Autumn harvest charming. "Can Xiao boss guess?"

Xiao Zheng bitterly shook his head and said: "I can't even guess your Zhao family, I am even more impossible."

Lin Lao Yao is notoriously deep in thought. Do not say that he is an outsider, even if it is a mother-in-law, may not guess his thoughts?

Originally, after eating up late, Xiao Zheng’s mood was quite good. This time and the autumn harvest talk about this issue, the mood has fallen into a heavy.

"Actually, Xiao Boss can expect the results early. Isn't it?" The autumn harvest slowly said, walking calmly forward.

Xiao Zheng’s eyes are slightly condensed: “But I have always been lucky.”

The autumn harvest slightly nodded, and the sound line was gentle: "From the perspective of Xiao Bo, there are indeed reasons for luck."

After a pause, the autumn reception turned and said: "But from my point of view, I can give Xiao boss a less fortunate answer."

"Well?" Xiao Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the autumn harvest with a dignified look.

"Whether the Lin Lao Yao, that is, my second uncle how to choose, he is ultimately the Zhao family." Autumn harvest word. "From the day he stepped into the land of China, everything he did was preparing for revenge. For this reason, he sacrificed his youth, even marriage."

"Zhao's revenge will not change because of any outside." The autumn harvest slowly said that the eyebrows were filled with the same sinking. "Xiao boss, I hope you can understand. The national hate hate, never change over time."

Xiao Zheng heard that he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Gently nodded: "I certainly understand."

Just as Xiao Zheng’s family, whether it is Lao Lin or Xiao An, whoever dares to hurt them. He said that he would subvert a city, and even if he overtook the world, he would not hesitate.

"Xiao boss, look at me." Autumn harvest turned around, and Xiao Zheng four eyes.

Xiao Zheng glimpsed a little, curiously looking to the autumn harvest.

"Life is alive, music is also alive, bitterness is also alive. Some people have a long life and may not be able to appreciate the true meaning of life. And some people have been in the area for decades, but they are wonderful. Since they can't be compared, why not forget the rivers and lakes?"

In the beautiful eyes of the autumn harvest, there is a far-reaching artistic conception: "Which is life, why is it hard to die? After all, it’s a dream."

Xiao Zheng raised his hand slightly and raised his thumb: "The realm of the autumn boss is really a high mountain. Admire."

The autumn harvest smiled slightly, and the eyebrows were filled with free and easy and temperament.

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Lin.

Lin Lao Yao is in the study room that has not changed in 20 years.

The decoration is simple and there is nothing subtle and subtle decoration. The painting on the wall behind the desk is the work of a national friend of Lin Lao Yao. Sitting on the market, probably worth a hundred and hundreds of thousands.

The teacup comes from Jingdezhen. A pair of thousands of costs. The tea is slightly better, it is grafted Dahongpao. Compared with the mother tree, the taste is ten floors. But after all, it is a good tea.

This is the day and night of Lin Lao Yao. There is no heroic spending, and it is not the luxury of the mountains and seas. Compared with the name of his richest man in Asia, he even said it was shabby.

However, Dongbi Jun, who has been sleeping for more than 20 years, is clearly clear. This is not the old-fashioned breeze of Lin Lao Yao, nor is it for others to watch. It’s really nothing to do with clothing, food and shelter. Sleepy, there is a bed to sleep, hungry, there is a bowl of millet porridge, a few dishes to send porridge. Lin Lao Yao will not complain about life because of his family.

Such a man, even in the view of Dongbi Jun, who is in the same bed, is full of mystery. With a sense of distance.

There is tea in the study room that Dongbi Jun cooked by hand.

When she put the tea on the desk, she quietly retired.

Although she does not know the middle-aged man sitting at the desk, she can judge it from her words and deeds. This person should be the same as Dong Zang, which was sent by Zhao.

The only difference is that this middle-aged man is much more powerful than the winter collection.

At least from the attitude of Lin Lao Yao to treat him, you can see one or two.

"Drinking tea." Lin Lao Yao raised his hand slightly, and straightened a cup of Dahongpao. Asked for a lip. "Is it a habit to live in Yanjing?"

"Xie Ershu cares." Zhao Wuji smiled. “The hotel apartment in Autumn is very comfortable. You can also see the beautiful night view of Yanjing.”

"She arranged the hotel apartment for you?" Lin's demon color changed slightly, but immediately put down the cup, light. "You are her fiancé. You don't have to change everything. Women are used to being too serious and will be arrogant and arrogant."

Zhao Wuji is very modest and nodded: "It doesn't matter, I am used to this way of getting along."

After all, Zao Wou-Ki is about to say something. Lin Lao Yao raised his finger and pointed to the painting on the wall.

There are a total of eight words: goodness, water, and morality.

"You are overseas all the year round. You can also learn Chinese literature when you have time." Lin Lao Yao looks flat.

Zhao Wuji looked up and looked at the eight words on the wall. It’s not sorrowful: “If you are good at water, you will be good at everything, and you will not fight for it. If you are evil, you will be in the same way. The Tao Te Ching. The latter part of the sentence comes from the Book of Changes."

After a pause, Zao Wou-ki smiled and said: "Two uncles. Although I have been away all the year round, my father taught me Chinese culture from a young age. My father also said that Chinese culture is the essence of the world. It is not the Westerners who can penetrate. ""

Lin Lao Yao smiled hard and got up and said: "It seems that your father is really optimistic about you. Over the years, he has never praised the Chinese sentence."

If it is not really respected, would you rather have a deep hatred and hate it, and also recognize its humanistic feelings?

Lin Lao Yao knows that the tone, in the hearts of men who have lived in European castles all the year round, has been stunned for many years.

Zhao Wuji nodded gently and said: "My father treats me as a mountain. I will report it to the nationals."