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Ye Zhishen got the news of his resignation again. The whole person was a bit old, and almost all of them were removed. It was inevitable that he would be replaced, and there would be a trace of desolation in his heart.

He didn't expect that the person he trusted most betrayed him. It was said that ye Tianying personally persuaded him. After that, everyone went to drink wine together. Ah, ye Zhishen couldn't help laughing bitterly. He really missed the time when he fought together.

After all, he is old...

but why don't you call him up for drinking? Ye Zhishen shook his head and finally just sighed.

Now he is like being poked blind and deaf. He is totally blind and blind to the company's affairs. This kind of powerlessness makes him feel a little disappointed.

Lu Kerou came over and gently squeezed the shoulder of Ye Zhishen, "don't think too much." Ye Zhishen held Lu Kerou's hand, "fortunately, you are still with me."

"Go to rest. The doctor says you need more rest." Lu Kerou shows a gentle smile.

"No Ye Zhishen shook his head, "Kerou, please call Ye Zhen for me. I want to talk to him face to face."

"All right." Lu Kerou sighs and beats Ye Zhen in the past. Ye Zhen came soon after receiving the call.

"It's been a long time since we've been sitting together chatting like this." Ye Zhishen looked in front of him and unconsciously became a calm young man and sighed, "I am old in the end."

Ye Zhen took care of himself to drink tea, did not speak, ye Zhishen smile, "you are even not willing to pretend, is also, this forbearance so many years, you are also a can endure, even I have been cheated by you."

Ye Zhen put down the cup of tea, drooping his eyes, there is nothing to say now. He has no desire for father son relationship, but that desire has been exhausted in the indifference.

"You must think in your heart that I am a madman. Oh, I admit, I did fail. I am not a good father, and I have not trained you to be a qualified successor." Ye Zhishen took a bottle of wine from the tea table and poured it for himself and Ye Zhen. "What's the meaning of drinking tea every day? Let's have a few cups of tea while your mother is away." Then raise your glass.

Ye Zhen hesitated for a moment, or raised the glass, crisp and subtle cup collision sound, two people each drink.

"I understand. You blame me for making the Ye family too impersonal, and for losing your brother." Ye Zhishen's smile contains endless vicissitudes, as if the sharp corner of the retreat, inside is an vulnerable old man, "but a Zhen, you are still too naive, do you think our Ye family can be invincible forever? Without Iron-blooded wrist and cold mind, how can we fight against the fierce wolves and tigers around us."

"The cohesion of a family and business is not only based on iron and cold." Ye Zhen finally opened his mouth, but ye Zhishen shook his head. "People's hearts will change. Only the closely related interests are the strongest ropes that tie each other together."

Ye Zhen looks a little cold. He doesn't want to talk to this person any more, but ye Zhishen says again, "a Zhen, you haven't locked in the victory in this battle. I still have the ability to kick you down and train others to the top."

Just a moment of vulnerability seems to be an illusion, ye Zhishen back to that pair of easy to control everything appearance.

"Who else do you want to cultivate? Ye Cheng? Watergate? Or Xie Zhihuo? " Ye Zhen's face was completely gloomy.

Ye Zhishen picked his eyebrows in surprise. After a while, he realized, "it seems that you know, and ye Tian is already your man. Naturally, he told you about it. But it looks like you haven't gone to him yet? In fact, I suggest you ask him how his arm was hurt, and I think you'll be interested in the answer

Without speaking, Ye Zhen stood up directly and was about to leave. He didn't want to hear this man say anything more difficult to understand, especially about asho.

"Ah Zhen, in fact, you are the same as me. As long as you give up Yunxuan, you can still be the perfect Ye Zhen." Ye Zhishen didn't get up and looked at Ye Zhen with keen eyes.

"I've had enough of perfection." Ye Zhen coldly left this sentence, and did not return to leave.

"What are you doing? You're almost in the kitchen. " All the way to clean up the bad mood, back home Ye Zhen has recovered calm. The chair leaned against the kitchen door, holding her arms to see Yunxuan.

Yunxuan turned around and showed a face stained with flour. "It's not because you always order rice every time you come back. It's good to say that."

"For husband, this is not to work to support you, I am at home with you, who makes money." Ye Zhen walks over to Yunxuan with a smile, wipes the flour off her face with her thumb, looks at the flat paste on the table, and sniffs at her eyebrow, "is this cake?"

"Well, this is my cake for five generations." Yunxuan laughed triumphantly, "isn't it good?"

"Well, not bad." Ye Zhen had deep doubts about whether he could eat cake on his birthday. "I think you'd better not learn to make cake. We can buy one."

"What do you mean I'm not doing well?" The chilly little flying knife bumps into Ye Zhen's heart."No, I'm just afraid you're tired." Ye Zhen held Yunxuan's waist carefully. "You are in a special period now. Even if the child doesn't care, you should also think about yourself."

"Yes, chatterer." Yunxuan shrugged helplessly, saying that the above proposal did not refute, "don't move." Her two hands were covered with flour, one arm put on Ye Zhen's shoulder to keep him from moving, and the other hand crossed his face, "I'll make you a Huamao face."

The distance is very close, and their breath is entangled together. Yunxuan doesn't notice this. She focuses on painting Ye Zhen's beard. Ye Zhen's Adam's knot rolls a little. While her heart is yearning, she seems to have something down at the bottom of her heart.

He and ye Zhishen are not the same. Even if they have the same genetic disease, they will never be the same. He is a person with emotion and desire, not a perfect machine, not a crazy madman, or a cold-blooded killer.

No matter how many things he experiences, he will not become Ye Zhishen's appearance.

"All right." Yunxuan takes back her hand with satisfaction and looks at the beard on both sides of Ye Zhen's cheek and the word "Wang" on her forehead, smiling and appreciating.

"What did you draw for me?" Ye Zhen squeezed her forehead, and the characters on it overlapped.

"One, big cat."