Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

He knows Yang Rong's temperament, which looks soft, but is actually very tough. She has endured all these years because of him, but now he has let her down so much, he knows, I'm afraid...

Thinking of this possibility, Xin Xiaotian didn't even have the courage to go back, let alone face Yang Rong.

Fear of losing, too afraid of losing.

A big man was crying in front of him. Father Bai was moved, but he still refused to let go. He patted Xin Xiaotian on the shoulder, stood up, walked behind the desk and thought for a few minutes, then turned his head and looked back.

"Xiaotian, I'll call Ziwen in first. It's impossible for him to know what happened six years ago. There must be a misunderstanding. Don't get too excited later. Don't worry. When the misunderstanding is resolved, I will personally accompany you to Yangzhou. Explain in front of Rong."

Xin Xiaotian didn't speak, just kept silent, Father Bai took it as his consent.

Father Bai called Xin Ziwen in. Before Xin Ziwen came in, he gave Xin Xiaotian a cold look, walked up to Father Bai, and shouted respectfully, "Grandpa, what do you want from me?"

"Ziwen, what happened to the six years ago you said before, how did you know about Xu Riya?" Bai's father asked straight to the point, his eyes locked on Xin Ziwen's face, not letting go of anything on his face. A hint of expression.

Hearing the words Xu Riya, Xin Ziwen looked at Xin Xiaotian with even more disdain. He sneered and asked, "Why, you started to publicize the complaint? Xin Xiaotian, is that all you can do?"

"Xin Ziwen, what kind of attitude is this! Hurry up and apologize to your father." Father Bai yelled angrily again, never expecting that Xin Ziwen's attitude towards Xin Xiaotian would be so bad.

"I have such an attitude, he is not worthy of being my father!" Xin Ziwen turned his head and snorted coldly: "If he can bear it, he will bear it, and if he can't bear it, he will have to bear it. He owes it all to my mother!"

"Unworthy?" Hearing these two words, Xin Xiaotian reacted. He raised his head and looked at the handsome young man in front of him. The tears in the corners of his eyes were still wet, but the sneer at the corner of his mouth was more mocking than his: "You think I'm really Would you like to be?"

"What do you mean?" Xin Ziwen frowned, hearing Xin Xiaotian's off-screen voice from this sentence.

"Cough..." Bai's father next to him coughed hastily and interrupted the conversation between the two of them. He was afraid that Xin Xiaotian would say everything on impulse. He looked at Xin Ziwen and asked, "Ziwen, what do you know?" ? You told grandpa that there must be a misunderstanding between you and your dad. "

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? It's written in black and white. What could I have misunderstood?" Xin Ziwen asked back. He didn't seem to want to tangle with Xin Xiaotian and Bai's father on this issue. He turned around and left the study. Also holding a black box.

The box is very beautiful, it is made of metal, with white paint on it, but there are many scratches around the box, and the beautiful paint has been scratched off a lot.

Xin Ziwen opened the box, took out a very old-looking notebook, walked up to Xin Xiaotian, and looked down at him: "Did I misunderstand you, this is clearly written in black and white, after reading it, you can read it again." Tell me how to solve this misunderstanding."

Xin Xiaotian frowned, and opened the notebook Xin Ziwen handed over with an inexplicable expression.

Turning to the first page, I saw two rows of beautiful small characters, namely the time and the signature, the date was six years ago, and the signature was Bai Yingying.