Chapter 350
Because Jiang Ruochu accompanied the old man to practice calligraphy, Ye Xuanyuan also stayed with him for an extra morning. In the end, the old man ignored Ye Qiwen's persuasion and called someone to pick him up.

"I still have to meet a friend at noon today, so you don't have to worry about me." Ye Yongkang walked out with a cane and a black travel bag in his hand.

A black car had already picked him up at the door.

"Fourth uncle, we juniors don't feel at ease if you leave like this." Ye Qiwen looked very embarrassed, and wanted to go forward to help him carry the bag, but the old man pushed his hand away.

"What is there to worry about? I haven't returned to China for so many years, do you think I have no one in Longhai? Since there are industries here, there are also people of my own. What are you worried about?" Ye Yongkang stuck his crutches, It seems a little displeased.

Ye Qiwen immediately shut up and had nothing to say.

The old man got into the car, waved his hand in the eyes of everyone, and left without a trace.

Ye Qiwen looked at the rider who was drifting away, and sighed: "Fourth Uncle's temper is still the same."

Ye Shaorong curled his lips, his brows furrowed tightly.

Seeing Ye Yongkang leave, Ye Xuanyuan also took the opportunity to say goodbye to everyone, pulled Jiang Ruochu and got into the car.

Along the way, Ye Xuanyuan unexpectedly played music for an unprecedented time. Although he looked out of the window, he put his fingers on his knees and beat the rhythm with the melody. Obviously, he was in a good mood.

Jiang Ruochu was a little surprised to see his relaxed look, but suddenly he turned his head and met her eyes.

"Come here." He raised his arm naturally.

Jiang Ruochu didn't even think about whether his order was reasonable or not, and he subconsciously moved over.

He put his arms around her shoulders as a matter of course: "Where did you meet Fourth Grandpa yesterday?"

Jiang Ruochu lowered his head and thought about it, and told Ye Xuanyuan everything that happened in the study.

He listened and nodded slightly.

In Ye Qiwen's house, apart from servants, no one would be so obedient to an unfamiliar old man with a strange temper. Except for Jiang Ruochu, there was really no one else.

No wonder you have a good impression of her!

Jiang Ruochu remembered Ye Shaorong's losing his temper, and asked Ye Xuanyuan curiously: "Young Director, today you went for a walk with Grandpa Yongkang, when did you come back?"

Ye Xuanyuan frowned slightly when she heard her call him Young Director, and suddenly felt a little awkward in his heart: She wanted to be so clear about whether she was calling "Xuanyuan" intimately in the manor a second ago, but when she left the house, she changed into "Young Director". Dong"?

"Ah?" He froze, forgetting what the question she asked was.

"Did you and Grandpa Yongkang hear Ye Shaorong lose his temper with Aunt Fen?" She asked him with her big clear eyes blinking.

The corners of Ye Xuanyuan's lips raised slightly, and he smiled meaningfully: "We've been back a long time ago."

Jiang Ruochu stared up at him with wide eyes: "That's what I heard? Why is Mr. Ye so scary? He can barely explain it to Aunt Fen in front of others, but he went too far behind his back."

Ye Xuanyuan turned his head to look ahead, and said calmly: "He has gone too far."

"Miss He hasn't come to work until now, what kind of leave did you ask for?"

"Sick leave! It is said that he broke his leg and needs to rest for a few months."

"Ah?" Jiang Ruochu frowned, and a small fire in his heart ignited: "Young Director, I will try my best to help you get back the equity. The shipping branch cannot fall into the hands of such a person!"

Jiang Ruochu was like a puffer fish that was blown up, his whole body was full of anger.

Ye Xuanyuan looked at her, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, unable to restrain the smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)

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