"Young master, I hope you can go back..."

Kris handset, sitting in maseratiri not far from the conference, overlooking the crowd inside the transparent glass door.

"I'll go back the day after tomorrow, and there's something I want to talk to him about."

Ouyang Hao hung up the communication and blinked his indifferent eyes.

The people in the mirror are the same, and the beautiful appearance gives people a cold temperament.

The hot news on the press conference was hotly debated on the Internet. By contrast, the news of Ouyang Hao's withdrawal from the company was unexpectedly better than that of Ouyang Hao. Therefore, even if Miller was in the capital with him, he was not qualified to follow in Ouyang mansion.

The landing time was informed in advance, and the hot water was ready for the upstairs.

Ouyang Hao closed the door and looked at the broad grass below. His indifferent eyes were still calm as water.

"In ten minutes, let that stinky boy come out to see me."

As soon as the old man returned to the mansion, he gave orders to the housekeeper, turned his head and entered the study, looking serious.

The old red woodcut table still retains the basic shape of the tree root. The old man watched the floating and sinking of the tea after boiling the hot water.

When Ouyang Hao came to his study, he saw the scene of his home.

"Coming?"

He has not yet opened his mouth, but Ouyang Feng, whose eyes are focused, is light.

That tone, as if in the face of friends as casual.

Ouyang Hao pursed his lips, and then lifted his eyes. He did not have the little forbearance left before.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the press conference in advance."

He bowed forward, and there was no more hubris in his words.

The old man looked up, but he didn't speak.

"It seems that you should have something to say to me about an LAN."

Ouyang Hao's words changed and his expression became colder.

How can Ouyang Feng not understand his son's thoughts? He just wants to let that woman come back.

"I have nothing to say."

Ouyang Feng impatiently dropped a sentence, and his eyes returned to playing with the teapot again, as if it was more interesting than talking to his son.

"In that case, I have nothing to be sorry for. I give up the position of the successor of Ouyang family. "

The room suddenly quiet, the old man's expression a stagnation, "you say it again?"

The gloomy tone came from his eyes with a strong warning, but Ouyang Hao stood upright instead of fearing.

"It's just that I'm tired of inheritors. You can do something for yourself! It's up to you to get another brother or choose the right person. "

He pulled his lips and chuckled. His bad expression made Ouyang Feng feel that his chest was blocked.

Ignoring the anger of the old man behind him, Ouyang Hao walked out of the study with his lips hooked, but his eyes were resolute and could not be ignored.

Now, he doesn't have to hide.

"Son, your father is not in good health. You are always so angry with him..."

Ji ningyun thinks that the two have made up a good heart to heart talk, so she specially asks the servant to bake some snacks. As soon as she carries them upstairs, she sees her son come out, and her husband roars loudly behind her.

She was in a hurry and put the tray into the servant's hand and grabbed her son to go.

"Mom, do you want me to marry the Ye family?"

If his father's words make him helpless, his mother's concealment makes him sad.

Ji Jingyun did not know why blinked, looked at his son innocently, did not understand what he said.

"I already know about an LAN's letter. You don't have to hide it, because I missed it when I woke up

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