Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

Ming Yi's eyeballs were widened, and they were full of bloodshot eyes. He stared at Xing Chenyou, as if looking at the enemy he hated the most in his life.

"Why do you meddle in our Ming family's affairs! What kind of onion are you!?" Ming Yi stared at Xing Chenyou, almost rushing to beat Xing Chenyou up.

His chest heaved violently, but he still couldn't believe that his grandfather would listen to an outsider so casually that he wanted to expel himself from the Mo Luo country, and he would never even be able to step into the Mo Luo country!
"My grandfather is just sick and weak, but his mind is very clear. Xing Chenyou, don't fool my grandfather just because you are Hawthorne's husband!"

Ming Yi looked at Xing Chenyou coldly.

Even if he is wealthy in Huaguo, even if he covers the sky with one hand in Shangjing, so what, this is Moluo Kingdom, as long as he says a word, Xing Chenyou can be sealed and killed in Moluo Kingdom, and all Xing Chenyou's properties are not Will survive in Mo Luo Country!

Xing Chenyou's face was cold, he didn't even bother to take another look at Ming Yi, his appearance completely angered Ming Yi.

Ming Yi rushed towards Xing Chenyou, but Lake blocked him, and the secretary-general even held Ming Yi back.

"Uncle Tang!" Ming Yi turned his head, his teeth itching and his face turning livid.

The secretary-general glanced at the silent old man Ming, and didn't let go of his hand holding Ming Yi's clothes.

"Grandpa!" Ming Yi growled, his voice sounded a little hoarse because of excessive anger, this growl was full of his anger at the moment.

"Son, grandpa will arrange for you to go abroad, and he won't treat you badly. Moluo country's business development abroad is also very good. You should do business outside. Grandpa knows that you have talent in this area."

Old Master Ming sighed, looked at Ming Yi, and couldn't tell what expression he had on his face.

But Ming Yi felt that old man Ming's face was very cold at that moment, and he felt chills in his heart, and even felt that he was like a dead person in Grandpa's heart.

Grandpa, I gave up on him, no, I didn't give up, I didn't want him at all.

Ming Yi is a man who is almost 30 years old. He is the proud son of the Ming family. He has received elite education since he was a child and grew up proudly. A terrified look appeared on his face.

My heart was cold, so my body was shaking, uncomfortable and fearful.

At this time, Ming Yi suddenly woke up. Everything he had was given by the Ming family, by old man Ming. If old man Ming abandoned him, what would he be?
He is nothing!
"Grandpa, is it because of Hawsang? Hawsang... Hawsang is just your granddaughter. For your granddaughter, you gave up your grandson. Is it worth it?"

Ming Yi clenched his hands into fists, tightened them, loosened them again, and finally asked while staring at Mr. Ming.

In words, he no longer dared to call Hawthorne a bastard.

Mr. Ming stared at Ming Yi for a few seconds, sighed, and said nothing.

Ming Yi's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at old man Ming for a while, then turned his gaze to Xing Chenyou who was stroking Little Xingxing's hair with his head down, as if nothing had happened.

His eyes were full of viciousness, with a vicious light shining, and he made no secret of his disgust and hatred for Xing Chenyou.

Little Xingxing felt Ming Yi's gaze, looked up, then pouted, ignoring him.

However, that contemptuous look still stimulated Ming Yi, deepening the hatred in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was powerless at the moment. If he hadn't exerted all his strength to hold on standing here, he might have fallen down directly.

"Grandpa, take good care of Yi Ren, she is not in good health, so don't run around with me." In the end, Ming Yi left this sentence, and turned around and left the room regardless of how old master Ming would respond to him.

His back was determined and sad and angry, old man Ming glanced at him twice, and then he sighed and looked away.

"I have fulfilled your request." Old Master Ming looked at the young man in front of him calmly, and his tone was very flat.

Xing Chenyou had no expression on his face, nodded, and stood up holding Xiao Xingxing, "I will do what I said."

He turned around and walked towards the door, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, then turned his head to look at Mr. Ming, and he didn't know if it was a notice or what, and he said something——

"By the way, Moluo Country is very suitable for doing business."

Old Master Ming's face changed, but after she realized it, Xing Chenyou had already turned and left.

"Old man, what did he mean?"

The Secretary-General has been by Mr. Ming's side for so many years, so of course he understands people's hearts very well. Of course he understands what Xing Chenyou said just now, but it is precisely because he understands that he is even more shocked!
Is Xing Chenyou actually going to meddle in Mo Luo's economy?
A country's economy has always been in the hands of a few people, and these few people are of course big businessmen.

In the country of Moluo, the people behind the largest business family are the Ming family, but now, the man who just left just wanted to...

"Hmph! He's just a brat, cough cough cough, even if I die, can there be so many people in the Ming family who can't beat him?" Old Master Ming said disdainfully.

But my heart is panic.

His body couldn't last much longer, and after his death, he couldn't control many things. In the generation of the Ming family, he really didn't have a particularly satisfactory heir.

Moreover, there is a sentence that is particularly reasonable.

Xing Chenyou is young, but this has long been the world of young people.

The secretary-general didn't dare to say anything more, but just looked at the door that hadn't closed in time, although Xing Chenyou and Xiao Xingxing were no longer there.

Little Xingxing has been very quiet, obediently took Xing Chenyou's hand and came out of the room just now, and after walking a few steps, he looked up at Xing Chenyou.

"Daddy, we won't see Mommy today, will we?"

Little Xingxing's voice was soft, a little lost, and a little sad.

Xing Chenyou touched his head, bent slightly, and hugged him in his arms again, "Is little Xingxing very unhappy?"

Little Xingxing lowered her head and said nothing.

Xing Chenyou lowered his voice again, as if coaxing him, "You will see your mommy soon, just wait a little longer."

Little Xingxing looked up at once.

What he saw was the confident look on Daddy's face.

Daddy really believed that he would see Mommy again soon.

"Okay, then I'll wait with Daddy." Little Xingxing nodded vigorously, his eyes were no longer lost and confused as before, but changed to a firm look.

Xing Chenyou looked at Xiao Xingxing's face, his stern face seemed to soften a bit at this moment.

But in a blink of an eye, he thought of Sheng Rong and Hawsang, and his face turned cold again.