Lin Yechen seemed to have a smile on his face: [The 30th-35th floor is the staff rest area, where there are leisure and entertainment facilities, if you are tired, sleep in my lounge first, and I will basically have nothing to do after the meeting, and then take you back.] ]

[I get it, Dad.] ]

[What do you want to eat at noon?] ]

[McDonald's.] ]

The son Lisuo replied simply.

The corners of Lin Yechen's mouth curved, and he lowered his head and continued to browse the documents.

Without disturbing Lin Yechen's work anymore, Lin Ao consciously walked towards the rest room of the suite in his father's office.

The lounge is luxurious but very simple, integrating bathroom, toilet and bedroom, black and white, which is indeed the character of his father Lin Yechen.

Changing into slippers, Lin Ao nested in the soft sofa in the lounge, and rushed all the way back to his father Lin Yechen's company from Black Swan Castle.

The small body leaned sideways and curled up, like a lean little shrimp, Lin Ao slowly closed his eyes and rested.

I don't know how long it took for Lin Ao to hear the door of the lounge door open, followed by his familiar steady footsteps coming over.

Paused in front of the sofa, looking at his sleeping son on the bed, his gentle and thick palm stroked Lin Ao's head, which was a huge amount of warmth from his father's unique wordlessness.

He didn't come back last night, and Lin Yechen didn't ask him where he went, but he had already come back, and he chose to come here to find him and go home with him after work, which was enough.

Lin Ao couldn't see the gentle distress on Lin Yechen's face at this time, which rarely appeared.

The movements were extremely gentle and soft, trying not to wake up Lin Ao, Lin Yechen picked up Lin Ao, walked to the bed, carefully put him on the bed, and pulled the quilt over to cover him.

I haven't seen him for more than three years, and my son's face has changed from immature to angular.

The quietness between the eyebrows, the delicate facial features, softened Lin Nuanxi's beautiful eyes and Beitang's proud posture.

Lin Yechen raised his hand and touched Lin Ao's face, the slap he slapped last night, it hurt on Lin Ao's body, but it hurt in Lin Yechen's heart.

wants to find his mother's mood, Lin Yechen can understand. However, it has been five years, and no matter how hard Lin Yechen tries to search, there is still no news about Lin Nuanxi.

The sense of indebtedness to his son in his heart made Lin Yechen blame himself.

Ji Yan saw Lin Yechen doting on his son at the door of the lounge, and said in a very soft voice, for fear of waking up the little master Lin Ao.

[Mr. Chen, it's time for a meeting.] ]

[……]

Tucked the corner of the quilt for Lin Ao again, Lin Yechen got up and left the lounge, closing the door gently.

Hearing the door of the office outside being closed, Lin Ao's eyes slowly opened.

Lin Yechen's wordless gentleness just now, Lin Ao didn't feel it.

It wasn't until the office outside was completely quiet that Lin Ao lifted the quilt, jumped off the bed, and ran to Lin Yechen's office.

His desk is simple, with a laptop and thick folders neatly arranged next to it.

Lin Ao is not stupid, if he touches his father's computer, he will definitely find something when he comes back, so Lin Ao turned his attention to something else - in the drawer under the desk.

Gently open the first drawer, and inside are some simple office utensils. The second drawer made Lin Ao slightly startled, it was a Type 38 jungle small pistol, as well as a box of bullets, plus some special federal military small arms.