Young master, your vest fell off

Xiang Lao hung up the phone, sat in the room for a long time unable to regain his senses, and sighed deeply for a long time.

　He really couldn't bear to punish Xiang Yan too severely, after all, he raised it with his own hands, even though he grew crooked later, which was not so satisfactory.

　Looking at the neon lights flashing outside the window, the whole city seems to have never stopped to rest, and has been running.

　No matter what Xiang Lao does, it will definitely hurt either Ye Zichen or Xiang Yan, one is his grandson and the other is a child raised since childhood.

　The palms and backs of the hands are full of flesh, how should he choose?

　Really unable to think of a way, he could only lie on the bed with staggering steps, tossing and turning, and fell asleep full of thoughts until the sky was turning pale.

　The assistant knew that Xiang Lao was in a bad mood, so he knocked on the door a quarter of an hour late.

　I also brought a famous snack in city A - soup dumplings, and some other breakfasts.

　Xiang Lao had just fallen asleep, and was woken up by his assistant not long after. He was a little exhausted, and although he was a little angry, he still got up and went to open the door.

　"Old man, I have prepared a special breakfast for you."

　Xiang Laoben wanted to go back to sleep for a while, but the breakfast in the assistant's hand exuded a strong fragrance, which kept breaking into his nasal cavity, but his stomach grumbled.

　He shook his hand helplessly: "Come in."

　After speaking, he turned and left first.

　The assistant saw that his complexion was not good, his eyes were black and blue, and his heart was already in his throat, but when he heard that Xiang Lao was not angry, he followed him anxiously.

　He closed the door lightly, and quickly took out the breakfast he had bought and placed it on the table.

　Old Xiang was also hungry, so he took something and started eating without saying anything.

　After eating almost, he casually asked: "Tell me, what should Xiang Yan do if Zichen comes back?"

　The assistant was standing on the side conscientiously, but when he heard such a nonsensical question, he was a little dazed, but he reacted immediately.

　I couldn't help but smile wryly: Is he able to intervene in this kind of thing?No matter how you say it, you will be suspected of favoring one side. The best way is to keep silent.

　After asking the old man, he also regretted it. He shouldn't have asked this question.

　Pretending it never happened, she wiped her mouth and said, "Okay, take it away."

　The assistant immediately started to move, and cleaned up after three times and five divisions.

　Xiang Lao also wanted to be alone, so he waved his hand: "Go, let me be alone, I will call you if something happens."

　The assistant nodded and retreated respectfully.

　The sky outside the window was cloudy, giving people a feeling of depressing wind and rain.

　An old man sat under the bright light, as if he had made a decision, his back slumped, and his energy and spirit seemed to be taken away.

　"Hey, Dad, what's the matter?"

　Xiang Lao paused for a while before slowly saying: "Regardless of whether you have attacked Zichen or not, I hope it is best not to do such a thing again in the future, let's not make an example."

　Xiang Yan still wanted to explain something, but he heard him continue: "In order to avoid further disputes between you, you should go to the subsidiary company in Yangshi to be the general manager, and you should go out to practice."

　Knowing that this matter cannot be changed, Xiang Yan struggled a lot.

　"Then when will I be back?"

　Old Xiang didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know the exact time when he would come back, it all depended on his performance.

　After the silence, Xiang Lao sighed silently and hung up the phone.

　Xiang Yan gritted his teeth, held the phone tightly in his hand, and slammed the phone on the ground for a long while, as if he was still puzzled, he stepped forward and stepped on it, hating Ye Zichen in his heart.

　Sitting on the sofa, Xiang Lao looked at the endless traffic on the street outside the window, with mixed feelings in his heart.

　This sat for a whole day, and when he realized that he was hungry and wanted to ask his assistant to bring him something, he realized that the neon lights outside the window were already on.

　Keeping one posture for a long time, his muscles are already stiff, and his whole body feels sore when he moves.

　That feeling makes people tremble from the bone.

　Picking up the mobile phone that he had thrown aside, he called the assistant and asked him to bring up some food.

　Tidy up my mood and prepare to call Ye Zichen the next day.

　After the matter was settled, Xiang Lao felt much more relaxed. He didn't eat for a whole day, and he ate a big bowl of rice at one time, and used a lot of side dishes, and finally drank a bowl of hot mutton soup.

　After drinking the soup, all the cells in his body were breathing, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

　The assistant handed over a towel at the right time, and Xiang Lao took it to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

　"Okay, you can go back too, I have to rest after sitting for a while."

　Seeing that his mood relaxed a lot, the assistant also let go of his heart. After nodding in response, he retreated without saying anything, leaving space for him.

　The next day, Xiang Lao got up early and checked the time from time to time.

　Some regretted getting up so early, what if he called Ye Zichen and the other party hadn't woken up yet?
　Sit down and then stand up, repeated several times, and finally dialed Ye Zichen's phone.

　Holding your breath, your breathing rises and falls with the beeping sound from the phone.

　In a few seconds, the call was connected.

　"Hello? To the old man?"

　Ye Zichen's clear voice reached Lao Xiang's ears through the phone, and he forgot what he wanted to say for a moment.

　It wasn't until Ye Zichen asked with some doubts that he realized that he asked a meaningless question.

　"Well, are you up? Have you had breakfast?"

　Ye Zichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still restrained himself and replied solemnly: "Yes, wake up, eat."

　Xiang Lao wanted to slap himself after he asked the question, why did he, who once ruled the mall, still have stage fright?
　"It's okay, just to ask how you think about it? Do you want to go home with me, and I'll book a ticket for you."

　Ye Zichen didn't expect that he called himself so early in the morning to ask about this matter, and originally planned to call him at night to refuse, since he called, let's make it clear at once.

　"Sorry, I can't agree to your request, and I won't go back home."

　After finishing speaking, Ye Zichen felt a lot more relaxed.

　Xiang Lao was a little anxious, how could he not promise himself?
　"Zichen, if you're still worried about what happened last time, don't worry, it's been resolved, and you don't have to worry about the future."

　Ye Zichen, however, insisted on his decision: "Whether something like that happened or not, I won't go back. I have my own life and thoughts, so I'm sorry."

　Xiang Laoyi's self-satisfaction at the beginning was now shattered, and his brows were tightly wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

　Why is this child so stubborn?Can't tell the difference between good words and bad words?Could it be that what I said so hard a few days ago was in vain?