Mother Shao hiccups, staring at the broken tiles on the ground, still a little absent.
Li Yuke hated her for not fighting, raised her hand and patted her on the back of her head: "You! For so many years, you still only know how to cry when encountering things! Do you think our dad can stand for us now? Except for his family, who will eat you?"
The Zhao family has gradually been in decline since Father Zhao's death. Li Yuke married to the Yan family and no longer interacted with each other. Shao's mother married to the Shao family and became his wife wholeheartedly. Zhao Weber was not smart in studying. Fortunately, he ran into good luck and Master Shao. After a few hands, otherwise this life is estimated to be the life of drilling and repairing roads and moving bricks for people. There is no reliable heir to continue the power of the ancestors, and no amount of wealth will only be gradually consumed for one day.
Shao's mother was like this. When she was a little girl, she would have people from the compound coming to ask what's going on. But now, even if she cried her throat dumb, only Shao's father, Shao Yan and Li Yuke, would love her.
After Shao's mother's short-term fragility subsided, she explained embarrassingly: "I am mainly afraid that he will be silly ."
Li Yuke pointed at her, her fingers trembling, and she couldn't say anything angrily: "You, you, ah. !" As he said it again, he raised his hand and wanted to pat the back of Shao's mother.
I didn't know that just halfway through the wave of the hand, the wrist was held by a big palm that suddenly appeared.
This big palm is very powerful, and the back of the hand looks at a slightly fat arc, it is very white, even whiter than Li Yuke's own skin color. Li Yuke unexpectedly looked at Shao Yan who had stopped her. Shao Yan let go of her hand and looked back at Mother Shao. Her eyebrows suddenly wrinkled: "What are you crying?"
"Yan Yan!" Shao's mother looked at her son, full of words. She couldn't hold back the guilt right away, so she flew up and put his son in her arms and rubbed it, "Mom is sorry! Mom didn't protect you..."
Shao Yan wasn't used to cuddling people like this, and couldn't use the trick of molesting people, and his body immediately became a little stiff. However, he did not push Mother Shao away. After a while, he was not used to raising his hand and patted Mother Shao on the back: "Don't cry."
Mother Shao felt her son's gentle coaxing, and wow again. Start to howl.
"..." Shao Yan gave up, "Forget it if you like to cry, just cry." Why do women always like to cry?
Shao's father has been pulled back to the table by Yan Yi.
Yan Daichuan called the bodyguard at the door and handed him Shao Yan's mobile phone. He set his gaze on Shao Yan's mother and son.
Shao Yan's expression was very gentle when he talked to Shao's mother in a low voice, which was not the same as the young man who deliberately approached him in a prank in the morning.
In the depths of memory, the impression of meeting the other party for the first time has gradually blurred at this time, and replaced by this person who is gradually becoming alive.
Yan Yi over there would naturally not be as straightforward as Li Yuke. He analyzed the pros and cons with Shao's father based on the current situation, and soon calmed Shao's father. With the great disparity in status and ability of the two rooms, the father Shao might be thrown out by the former servants without even touching the door of the old Shao's house.
The impulse now is to take shame.
Father Shao took a deep breath, the heavy unwillingness far surpassed when the will of Old Shao was read out. After calming down, he said hoarsely with red eyes, "I'm sorry, I just lost my mind."
Regarding his appearance and self-cultivation, Yan Yi asked himself that he was far inferior to each other. Seeing that Shao's father could still maintain a polite attitude and apologize to himself at this time, His eyes inevitably brought two points of admiration.
If he was in a different place, he now bears the anger of Shao's father, then it must be impossible to listen to any advice. Yan Yi's way of dealing with things is to use force to speak with guns, which is also the style that is most likely to leave troubles.
"It's already very good, but I must be more impulsive than you." Yan Yi patted Shao's father on the shoulder.
Shao's father reluctantly smiled, looking sideways at the Shao family's bodyguard who was copying and cutting the files, and then he was silent for a while before he suddenly said: "No matter what, Shao Yubo must be holding him in the matter of digging Zhao Weber away. The idea of breaking my few restaurants. The old Shao's restaurants were under my control more than ten years ago. They are all elderly people who have been with me for more than ten years, except for Zhao Weber, who came in to manage... If the will is really false, then it is not surprising that Shao Yubo gave me these old restaurants-he can't eat it, and he is afraid that he will die."
These old restaurants in Shao's family are far more than simple restaurants, Shao Home is almost the home made in these places. Starting from Shao Yan's grandfather, the Shao family chose to settle in these places for business. For many years, the building was demolished and rebuilt. They still bought the building and shops in the same place—this is the root of the Shao family's irreplaceability and abandonment. , Are also the places with the most reviews of the best patrons in all hotels in Shao's house.
Yan Yi asked, "If I remember correctly, the chefs in your restaurants are all Zhao Weber's apprentices, right?" Zhao Weber took away all his apprentices. This move undoubtedly made Father Shao great. Hurts vitality.
Father Shao nodded, also a little irritable. He sighed and drew various choices in his mind, but although the chefs in the restaurant were loyal to him, there were few who were truly as talented and gifted as Zhao Weber.
He was upset, and subconsciously wanted to eat another bun. He touched the chopsticks and rushed for a while, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of something-slowly, slowly turning his head and falling on Shao Yan's body.
Shao Yan was still coaxing mother Shao. He noticed his father's gaze, and turned his head around. Seeing his father's inexplicably moved eyes, he immediately became vigilant: "...What are you thinking about?"
"Son--" Shao Father rubbed his face, blushing his nose and sighed, "Fortunately, you are..."
Shao Yan's face became more stinky, but he didn't say anything to refuse.
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Zhao Weber was a little drunk and fluttered under his feet. His wife, Hu Mei, was born with a small size and struggling to hold one of his arms, and said in embarrassment, "Sorry, he may be too happy..."
Shao Yubo smiled gently, and even got up to see him personally: "I have been in friendship with Weber for so many years, and finally have the opportunity to cooperate, and it is inevitable that I am happy. I will let you send it off, right?"
He said that he was about to call the driver, Hu Mei quickly stopped: "No need to be so troublesome, Weber drove the car, I didn't drink, I just drive him back. It's not early, don't bother the driver to work at night. "
She put her posture very low, and Shao Yubo did not evade, she put the phone back into her pocket when she heard that, and enthusiastically sent Zhao Weber and his wife away with his wife Liao Heying. Although Zhao Weber was drunk, he still struggled to say goodbye before leaving: "Sister, brother, don't give it away, let's go!".
After the door was closed, Shao Yubo stood there for a while, the gentle smirk on his face slowly faded.
Liao Heying sighed for a long time, and changed his jacket with a bit of disgust, and handed it to the nanny who approached: "These two dull, they are gone."
Shao Yubo frowned and glanced at her, feeling like his wife in his heart. The arrogant posture is a bit dissatisfied: "I don't care about you in private, and you show me respect when people are there!"
Liao Heying rolled his eyes: "I don't have to deal with these people when Dad is here, now you have taken over. Shao family, I still have to look at people's faces. What is this called!"
Shao Yubo ignored her, and Liao Heying was even more angrily: "That Zhao Weber, he couldn't reach one side, so he had the word "Zhao" on his face. His face was quite big, and he had a big brother and sister. Who is his sister? Zhao Qin What kind of tattered things the family recognizes!"
"He grew up in the same courtyard as me when I was young." Shao Yubo finally said, "Now the old man has just gone, and Zhao Weber's apprentices are all my elder brothers. The pillars of that, with them, my work will be smoother. Don't talk about the Zhao family and Liao's family all day long. Wasn't your dad also the secretary next to Mr. Zhao at first? Who looks down on whom?"
Liao Heying Willow eyebrows raised: "The hero does not ask where he came from! Three generations up, where is the Shao family? What is the situation of his Zhao family now that I want me to tell you? My family is nothing, so don't ask my brother. Head!"
"You tell him not to be good with me!" Shao Yubo is a bit machismo. During this period of time, the Yue family came to take his sponsorship and Qingyun went straight up. His wife's ecstasy had long made him dissatisfied. The look of Liao Heying biting his lip and glaring at him made him want to get angry in an instant. Before opening his mouth, the telephone in the living room rang. The babysitter picked it up and said to Shao Yubo a moment later: "Chairman, it's Mr. Liao."
Shao Yubo's stomach was full and the fire collapsed like a punctured balloon. His face was still a little bit stubborn and stubborn. His wife looked at each other for a while, then snorted to answer the phone. The moment he heard the majestic voice in the earpiece, a fake smile appeared on his face.
Liao Heying curled his lips somewhat proudly, his waist straightened a bit. She will have face if her family is capable. How long has it been before Shao Yubo dared to speak loudly to her. She cast her gaze on the stairway looking at her son. When her eyes met, Shao Wenqing silently turned upstairs, and Liao Heying couldn't help but chased after him excitedly.
His wife's active back penetrated into Shao Yubo's light. He clenched his fists and turned his face. He felt unwilling to feel like acupuncture, but he still had to answer the man's question carefully: "Okay! All good, business at home is proper. .Okay, I will take care of Heying and Wenqing..."
On the other side, out of the door of the Shao's old house, the headlights of the car in the night were protruding on the open winding mountain road. The co-pilot had been pretending to sleep, Zhao Weber. Sit up slowly.
He took out a wet tissue to wash his face, and glanced at his wife who was driving: "What time is it?"
Hu Mei dare not say: "It's almost 11 o'clock, you can go to sleep, and I will be home again. Ask you to get up."
"Drive slowly," Zhao Weber did not do as he did. He fell down the car window and squinted his eyes and blew the bitter mountain breeze. After waking up, he recalled the dinner just now and couldn't help but sneer: "Liao Heying, the unsatisfied man... Relying on his family's ability now, no one looks down on it. Bah! She was a fart at the beginning!"
Hu Mei bit her lip and saw her husband's dark complexion under the car lights. Trembling, couldn't help conscience: "Let's take Alin Ashu and go like this, sister and brother-in-law... It's not very good anyway ..."
"You know what a fart." Zhao Weber coldly told her to shut up Seeing that his wife shrank her neck and dared not speak, she explained compassionately: "You only see the Zhao family adopting me to feed me, and you think I should know what to do, and act as a horse for them all my life. Why do you think they should adopt me? My grandfather blocked a bullet for Zhao Qin and her grandfather on the battlefield! Half of the leg is gone! My grandfather used the leg for me in exchange for my life now! I owe them What? They owe me. It's not enough for me to help Shao Gange for so many years? Sister and brother-in-law use each other. You are so affectionate, and people don't know how to think of you!"
Hu Mei didn't speak, in her heart But she feel that the husband's inference of this kind of gratitude cannot be said strange. However, at home, she was never a person with the right to speak, and she was only scolded for nothing.
Zhao Webber looked out the window and was stunned all the way, his heart was empty, and it took a long time to make a ruthless God————
I chose the road, and the memory was useless before, and the conscience was bad...it's awkward. Now in this money-oriented society, how much can conscience sell for a pound?