Ningning went to a nearby supermarket after school to buy fruits, vegetables, meat and vegetables. When passing by the park, she saw an old man sitting on a bench. [Baidu + Google search www
He was wearing a well-fitting Tang suit, and his whole person exuded a very majestic aura.
Not far away, a stretched Rolls-Royce limousine was parked on the side of the road, and a man was nervously on the phone, urging someone to tow the car.
Apparently, the car broke down!
The two were almost head-to-head rivals. Ye Lao stood up suddenly with excitement, his expression changed drastically, and Ning Ning was startled by him.[
"you……"
Ning Ning was puzzled. The little nanny had such a gentlemanly demeanor that she smiled gracefully and said, "Hello, grandpa!"
Mr. Ye was shocked. The little boy he met at the airport that day looked very much like Ye Chen at first glance. Now he looks even more like him!
Those eyebrows, that disguised elegance, are 99% identical.
"Who is your father?" Mr. Ye suddenly asked. He was so shocked that he couldn't control his trembling voice after having dominated the mall for many years.
"Grandpa, when you meet a stranger, do you always ask him who his father is?" Ning Ning smiled.
Ye Lao's breath was suffocated, and the phone rang suddenly. He took it. Ning Ning wanted to leave, but after hearing his first words, she stopped again.
"Ye Chen's secretary needs to be replaced?" Mr. Ye asked in a deep voice, his face gloomy.
Ning Ning raised her eyebrows, looking thoughtful.
"In this case, let Ruoxi go over. At least I can rest assured and watch him!" Mr. Ye's voice was extremely cold.
Ning Ning's lips curved gracefully, but with a bit of coldness.
A hint of sarcasm flashed through her dark jade-like pupils, then disappeared, and her elegant little breasts returned to her.
"Well, that's it!" Mr. Ye hung up the phone, locked his eyes on Ning Ning's face, and repeated, "Who is your father?"
Ning Ning smiled, exceptionally elegant, "He is a teacher, you don't need to know!"
Take steps and leave.
Teacher? Mr. Ye pursed his lips and turned to smile bitterly. Maybe it was just a coincidence. How could Ye Chen be related to such common people?
Ning Ning, who was approaching the door of the apartment, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number, "Aunt Yun, do me a favor..."