Chapter 8

After school, Ning Ning went to a nearby supermarket to buy fruits and vegetables, meat and vegetables. When passing by the park, he saw an old man sitting on a bench.

He was dressed in a suit of Tang Dynasty clothes, and the whole person exuded a very dignified atmosphere.

Not far away, an extended version of Rolls Royce limousine pulled up on the side of the road, and a man was nervously calling for a trailer.

It seems that the car broke down!

The two men were almost head-on rivals. Ye Lao stood up with excitement. His face changed greatly. Ning Ning Ning was shocked by him.

“You…”

Ning Ning is inexplicable. The gentleman of the small milk bag has a wonderful demeanor. He smiles gracefully, “Grandpa is good!”

Ye Lao was shocked. The little boy he met at the airport that day caught a glimpse of yechen. Now he looks more like yechen!

The eyebrows and eyes, the elegance of camouflage, look like ninety-nine percent.

“Who is your father?” Ye Lao suddenly asked, too shocked, he could not control the shaking voice after years of dominating the mall.

“Grandpa, when you meet a stranger, will you ask who his father is?” Ning Ning smiles.

Ye Lao breathed and the phone rang. He took it. Ning Ning wanted to go, but he stopped again when he heard his first words.

“Yechen’s secretary needs to be replaced?” Asked ye Laoshen, his face gloomy.

Ningning eyebrows a pick, a face meditation.

“In this case, let Ruoxi pass by, at least I can rest assured and look at him!” Ye Lao’s voice is extremely cold.

Ning Ning’s lips, gracefully bent, but with a little cold.

Dark Jade like pupil eyes, flash a trace of ridicule, turn to disappear, and restore elegant small milk bag.

“Well, that’s it!” Ye Lao hung up the phone and locked it on Ning Ning’s face. He repeated, “who is your father?”

Ning Ning smiles and is particularly elegant. “He is a teacher, you don’t need to know!”

Step away, leave.

Teachers? Ye Lao purses his lips and turns to wry smile. Maybe it’s just a coincidence. How could ye Chen relate to such common people?

Ning Ning, who was near the door of the apartment, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. “Aunt Yun, do me a favor…”