Chapter 1429: The Most Domineering President of 1459 2

Chapter 1429 The most domineering president of the year 1459 2

"Why do I think my son is not as cute as others' sons?"

"Humph!" Xiao Xiaoye was very dissatisfied! Do you take over your mother and want him to be cute?

Yin Lu looked at the same expressions of father and son, and withdrew from his arms with a low smile: "You must have been enemies in your previous life. There is a saying that says so, it's not that your enemies are wrong."

"It's not a love rival."

Leng Ye Jin was a little hungry, and when he heard the housekeeper downstairs instruct the servant to serve the food, he got up: "You go to bed first. I'll accompany your brother to drink two glasses. Congratulations to him for winning his son."

Yin Lu nodded, and went to the locker room to find him a warm coat at home. This day is getting colder and colder. The weather forecast says it will cool down tonight. I don’t know if it will snow or if it snows. If she doesn't want to go to work, she'd better stay at home all day, warm.

However, no matter how cold the weather is, she will have to go to work tomorrow.

Yan Qing's victory on election day means that his father-in-law is about to resign. The official resignation will be in January next year, and there are still two months left, but these two months are basically the handover of the old and the new president.

Tomorrow night, the Guild Association will hold a press association dinner at the Presidential Palace. Many celebrities from the political and business circles will be invited to participate. As a family member, she naturally has to attend, including her brother who received the invitation letter.

This may be the first time that his brother appeared in public after losing the election and officially met Yan Qing.

Leng Ye Jin went downstairs, Ting Jun had already gone back to sleep in the room, Yin Zhan was sitting in the dining room, drinking green plum wine alone, sipping the steaming hot pot, wooden bells hung outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the night breeze clinked and steamed hot.

Even at the lowest point of life, Leng Yejin never saw the look and expression that a loser should have, or he suddenly enjoyed his son's appetite.

He took a long leg, walked over, pulled the chair away and sat down.

"A person who cooks hot pot alone is really a single dog."

Yin Zhan glanced at him and said faintly: "Get out!"

The butler brought a set of cutlery over. Seeing this, he didn't know whether to put it down or take it away. Leng Ye knocked his finger on the long table twice. The butler put down the cutlery with interest, and then back down.

Leng Yejin poured herself a glass of green plum wine, took a sip and said, "How do you feel about being a father?"

"fantastic."

Tingjun has been growing up by him. From the age of seven to nine, he went to the orphanage to visit him almost when he was free. He used to think that this child was pitiful, and he could take care of him. He was called his father for three years. I didn't bother to correct it. Now I thought it might be the nature of father and son, even if he didn't know that Ting Jun had his bloodline in his body, they would still be close to each other.

Leng Ye would pick up a piece of beef from the steaming hot pot and eat it as he said, "Have you ever thought of marrying my nephew?"

Yin Zhan’s eyes darkened and it was difficult to marry home. At the end of the election, he should fulfill his promise and announce the end of his marriage with the Mu family, but now he has a son. Yin Zhan thinks this is better than thinking about the election. It will be more difficult for him to go from here.

"What do you think is the probability that a woman will accept a man who has given her a deep scar?"

"If it's a love injury, it depends on the degree of a woman's deep love. Sometimes it takes only a few seconds to change your mind, but you...you seem to have no love between you, hey"

Yin Zhan gave him a cold look, and the dog couldn't spit out ivory.

Tilt his head, looking towards the chilly outdoors, tasting wine alone.

(End of this chapter)