My beast at the same table

"Don't act like a mad dog as soon as you come up, make people laugh." Su Yingjie saw his son broke into the office to confront him without any explanation, his cold expression was mostly disdainful, so he wasn't too surprised.

In the eyes of Chairman Su University, Su Huang is just a teenager who became addicted to cigarettes for a while. As long as he snatches all the tobacco in his hands and cuts off the source of tobacco, it is only a matter of time before he quits the addiction.

That weak boy Han Xiaoxi was just a passer-by in his life after all.Tsk, I really don't know what Su Huang is looking for in him, isn't he just a sissy guy, maybe his son's sympathy is overflowing...

"Su Yingjie!" A pair of dazzling obsidian finally shot out raging flames under the rage, and the whites of the eyes were covered with terrifying red bloodshots, as if to swallow his own father alive, "You put Han Xiaoxi Where did it go!"

"Is this the attitude you should have towards your father, Su Huang?" The chairman, who was reclined on the boss chair, sat up slightly, and put his fingers on the table with his hands clasped. oppression.

Whether it was two years ago or now, it seems that as long as the father and son arrive at the office together, there will be no rest.

"I'm asking where you got it!" Su Huang didn't care whether a few pairs of good eyes outside the glass wall would immediately spread the private affairs of his family, and swept all the things on the table to the ground with a wave of his hand. .In the quiet office, the sound was palpitating.

Su Yingjie glanced at the restless staff from the corner of his eye, and they seemed to be aware of this extremely menacing gaze, and dispersed away one after another.

"Which eye of yours saw me tie him up?" Su Yingjie got up, "Do you think your father is a kidnapper?"

This sentence sounded like a joke, but after it entered Su Huang's ears, the taste changed. The old guy was obviously covering up the facts, "I have seen the photos you left in the principal's office, what else do you want to say, kindness?"

"Su Huang, let's see who you are before you speak!" Su Yingjie clenched his fists more and more tightly, his knuckles turned white, and he was really afraid that one of them would swing out uncontrollably.

Is this damned bastard going to point his father's nose and curse?

"Su Huang, shut up! Cough!" Su Jin finally followed up, the broken hair on her forehead was scattered and sticky due to sweat, and there was a burst of pain on her fair face after strenuous exercise. The crimson color didn't increase the complexion, but it added a layer of anxiety.

Seeing that the elder sister was coming to try to persuade a fight, Su Huang suddenly withdrew his angry expression, turned the corners of his mouth evilly, and swaggered towards the wooden shelf where the artwork was displayed.

"what are you doing?"

Seeing him casually picking up the celadon bottle on the shelf, Su Yingjie's heart tightened.He doesn't have too many hobbies. What can be called a hobby is collecting antiques. When doing business in the UK, he can sometimes come across a few auctions. There are many shelves that he has spent a lot of effort to find here.

"I knew you liked antiques since I was a child." Su Huang casually weighed the bottle in his hand, "But you, as a father, never know what your son likes, and you finally found out..."

"Crack." Su Yingjie watched helplessly as his beloved celadon bottle was smashed to the ground by his son, turning into a pile of useless fragments. The blocking movement was still in mid-air, but nothing could be recovered.

"That's what you did."