Chapter 633 : Self-knowledge of warmth and coldness: The Hundreds of Millions Emgrand Incident
At the dinner table, it was so quiet except for the sound of advertisements on the TV. Everyone was quietly eating this "unpalatable" meal.
"Brother Rhys, let me help you make rice." After I had swallowed one-third of the half bowl of white rice, Ah Feng suddenly excitedly took Darius' bottomless rice bowl and ran to the rice pot.
I chewed a mouthful of rice, buried my head and moved my eyes, secretly looking at Darius opposite me.
He really finished a big bowl of rice, but seeing his forced smile and stiff face, I suddenly couldn't feel happy. I just felt something bitter blocking my throat, making it impossible to swallow the mouthful of rice.
"Thank you." Darius took another bowl full of rice from Ah Feng, thanked him, and started eating seriously again.
Why does he listen to me so much? Why is he still like this after sleeping all night?
Does that mean that even if I stayed in the country for one night, my mother in the city would still be my mother? This is an unchangeable fact.
Even if I escape to the ends of the earth, these problems will never be erased from my heart, so why should I escape? Maybe it will be better tomorrow morning
"Brother Darius, take medicine." I was still clearing the dining table, and Ah Feng, like a nagging mother, kindly poured water and medicine for Darius.
Wiping the table, I felt a little relieved until I watched Darius swallow the medicine down his throat.
That's it, eat on time, take medicine on time, go to bed on time, get up on time, remember to get up every day
"Now we will continue to follow up and report on the "Billionaire Imperial Incident" for everyone. Just when I was about to wash the dishes, a headline that touched my heart suddenly appeared on the TV during the noon news.
"These boring gossips" Ah Feng picked up the remote control feeling very bored and wanted to change the TV station.
"Wait a minute." It seemed that before I could react, I quickly grabbed the remote control from Ah Feng's hand and nervously watched the pictures on the TV.
"Our reporter reported at around 2 a.m. yesterday that Yan Yeyi, the founder of the Yan Empire, got drunk and got into a fight in the street."
"We see in the camera that the beautiful boy wearing a black shirt is Yan Yeyi, the sole heir of the Yan family."
The dictating lady had a nymphomaniacal voice, and the TV screen immediately switched to a midnight street. Under the bright lights, the person in the bumpy shot surrounded by many cameras was Yan Yeyi.