Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

I went back to the room and tidied up a little.

Yan Xia called Xia Zheng.

When the call was connected, Yan Xia had not yet spoken, but Xia Zhen spoke first.

"Where are you? I need to see you for something."

Yan Xia frowned: "I'm in the room."

"I also have something to tell you. I want to move out of Xia's house and live on my own."

After Yan Xia finished speaking, Xia Zheng on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned.

"I'm on my way to my old house now. Let's go to grandpa's place together."

Yan Xia was stunned subconsciously.

He also felt that it was right. He came to the Xia family at the invitation of Mr. Xia.

If you want to go out, you naturally have to say hello to the old man.

So she hummed: "Okay, I'll go there again."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Xialue sat for a while to think of words to say goodbye before going to the old man's yard.

When he arrived, Xia Zhen had just arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

It was obviously late autumn, but there were a few beads of sweat on his face.

There is some document in his hand.

He looked anxious.

Yan Xia paused: "If you have something to say to the old man, I won't go in yet."

Xia Zhen shook his head.

He looked at Yan Xia with a somewhat complicated look.

"Let's go in together."

After that, without waiting for Yan Xia to answer, he took the lead and walked towards the second floor where the old man lived.

Yan Xia paused for a moment, although she didn't understand why Xia Zhen wanted to come with him.

But after thinking about it for a moment, I followed him.

When he reached the door of the old man's study, Xia Zhen raised his hand and knocked on the study door.

"Come in."

The old man's hoarse and old voice sounded inside.

Xia Zhen glanced at Yan Xia and pushed the door open.

Mr. Xia is sitting at his desk practicing calligraphy.

Seeing Xia Zhen and Yan Xia coming together, he paused and stopped the pen in his hand.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Yan Xia felt that the old man's hand was shaking a little when he put down the pen.

And it was shaking too much.

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Xia Zhen nodded: "Yes, it's just as you guessed."

When Mr. Xia heard this, his figure trembled.

The expression on his face became complicated, and Yan Xia couldn't quite understand it.

The grandfather and grandson talked like they were playing riddles, and she couldn't figure it out.

Not too lazy to guess.

It has nothing to do with him anyway, he just stands there without any sense of existence.

He planned to wait until Xia Zhen and Mr. Xia finished talking before leaving.

Xia Zhen handed the document in his hand to the old man's hand.

"This is the report I just got. Take a look."

He pulled the report out of the document bag and handed it to the old man.

Mr. Xia took it with trembling hands.

He then raised his hand to touch the reading glasses on the table, looking a little excited.

Xia Zhen quickly picked up his reading glasses and handed them to him.

Yan Xia frowned slightly when she saw that the old man was not in a good mood.

When she was in the hospital last time, she seemed to have heard that the old man's body shouldn't be too excited.

She paused and was about to say a reminder.

The old man had looked away from the report and waved to Yan Xia.

"Girl, come here."

Yan Xia was stunned for a moment, then raised her finger to point at the tip of her nose.

"Old sir, me?"

Mr. Xia's eyes became moist and he nodded: "Yes, come here."

Although Yan Xia was confused, he still stepped forward and leaned over and asked, "Old sir, what's wrong?"

Mr. Xia looked up at her, his eyes wet.

The old man has experienced many storms in his life.

At this time, his emotions couldn't help but fluctuate violently.

As if he felt that his appearance at this time was too rude, the old man raised his hand to wipe his crimson eyes.

Passing the report to Yan Xia: "Girl, look at this."

Yan Xia felt more and more strange.