Although Ye Lao didn't like Second Uncle Ye's two wasted sons, he could only nod, "I know." ”

"Really? Father!! Then please leave it to you, you just ask Ye Beichen for five million, and I can buy a new set of clothes for my wife and daughter for the remaining two million. ”

……

Xiao Milk Bao was sitting in Ye Beichen's office playing on the computer.

Tiny hands crackled on the computer.

Ye Beichen was busy with official business, and he didn't go to see what the little milk bag was doing.

Then I heard the secretary walk in and was about to speak, but the door she had just closed gently was pushed open.

Ye Lao walked in with a very ugly face.

"What? I'm a grandfather, and I need a secretary to report here? ”

The little milk bag was originally beating the computer's hand, and when he raised his little face, he saw a very dignified old man with white hair and white beard standing there.

Xiao Xiaobao was young, and he didn't know the relationship between Ye Beichen and Ye Lao, so he immediately stood up when he saw this.

"Hello grandpa, my name is Xiao Milk Bag, and I am ......"

Before the child's words were finished, Ye Lao planned it.

"Beichen, I've heard that you've been with a kid of unknown origin recently, I don't believe it, I can't imagine that you're really boring enough to stay with such a little bastard? What do you do with the president of a company who is not your own? Why don't you get out of here? ”

Ye Beichen was originally kind and pleasant to Ye Lao, but now when he heard Ye Lao's words, his face instantly turned black and ugly.

"Little Milk Bag is not a little bastard, she is my daughter."

Ye Lao glanced at the little milk bag on the side, who was obviously a little stunned, "The full text is elegant?" ”

Ye Beichen's tone was already a little impatient, "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"Heh, since it's not, there's no need to keep it, it doesn't matter if a man has a child occasionally, but he doesn't need to take it to heart, let alone a little ...... whose mother doesn't know what it is."

The little milk bag endures, endures, endures.

She has always said to herself that she is a good baby, she can't do bad things, she can't scold people, otherwise her mother won't like it.

But the old man in front of him scolded her for being a "little bastard" again and again.

Finally, the little milk bag couldn't help it, "Hello old bastard grandpa, I'm my own baba, if I'm a little mongrel, grandpa is also an old mongrel." Old bastard grandpa, you are so great, you have to say that you are a mongrel, what is the word baa baa? Let the old man like it so much? After speaking, she still looked at Ye Lao in front of her with a look of admiration.

Ye Lao was so angry that his blood vessels almost exploded, "......"

He has lived a long time, and it is the first time he has been scolded by a child like this, and he is so angry that he doesn't know how to answer for a while.

Angry glaring at the child in front of him.

"Bastard, you ......"

Ye Beichen rubbed the head of the little milk bag and pulled her down quietly to prevent Ye Lao Zhen from beating people.

Ye Lao was angry, not to mention a five or six-year-old child, even if it was a baby, he could kill him fiercely.

Not to mention that he and his sister were both children at that time, and Ye Lao could cruelly send them to the underground boxing ring in the United States to fend for themselves.

Ye Lao also asked Ye Beichen today, and he was too lazy to continue to dwell on this topic, but now when he saw Ye Beichen say that, he spoke directly.

"Did your second uncle come to look for you?"

"Hmm."

"His son owes five million in gambling debts, you hurry up and give him the money."